FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 96 "In the Kitchen"

*Hafizah Palace

I saw Gus Fakhar eating my fried rice.

"Eating your meals is delicious, Iz. Sit down!" chirps. Kontan I nudged Mbak Ufi.

"Gus Fakhar's attitude is strange to know" he whispered.

"Oh, yes, why hasn't Ning Ulya been here two days?"

"Emboh, anyway. Jealousest. Still with you."

I also looked to the side. "Eh, really, huh?"

"about. Want to know clearly mending samperin to his room just directly. I mostly ask Mbak Ulya also hesitated. He is kiai's son. Keep your manners, too, right."

I looked back at Gus Fakhar.

Gus Fakhar looked at me. "Iz, sit here!" His mouth is still chewing.

I thought Gus Fakhar was joking. Apparently not. He patted the chair. Cue.

"Mak Fi, eat there too!" said again.

"Makano, Ma'am Fi. He said he asked for a part. Kiai and Bu Nyai had breakfast earlier. But, slightly. That's a lot left over."

"Iz, I'll add another." I have to pay as well. I watched the behavior of Gus Fakhar who was very visibly enjoying. His vow was lost for a moment.

"Not to be surprised, Iz. That's how you eat it if you really like it. If it matches my cooking or Ummik cuisine, until added up to three times that."

"You sure?"

"Rest assured. Cook it up."

"I know you guys are whispering me" he chanted.

Me and Ufi immediately gasped.

"Let's eat together, Ma'am! Or, this is me spending it all."

"Eh, no, Gus. I was with Iza Kok. Didn't tell nyisain after njengan finished eating." Ufi ma'am replied instantly.

Me and Ma'am Ufi still do not want to listen to the orders of Gus Fakhar. Cook a meal together at the dinner table with Gus Fakhar. And, seeing her voracious eating was fun.

Make night. The moon is not shining brightly. I sat in front of the side door. Kitchen front. The door is still open. Look at the sky while listening to the chants being read out' and barzanji. The chanter also sounds beautiful. The more my heart. Moreover, when the prophet greetings chanted with a very passionate tone. I finally got to this point. To be in a place that brings peace. Although there is still fear if one day I am not here, I will still deal with Mr. Su and Mas Hakim. Hopefully Yazeed can conquer Mas Hakim which according to Yazeed only used by Mr. Su.

I saw Gus Fakhar emerge from the gate. Kang Bimo, Kiai Bahar's driver. The motor is parked under the canopy. Kang Bimo carrying two crackles that fill like a blessing (food).

"Iz, let's go in!" pinta Gus Fakhar after walking ahead of Kang Bimo. He entered through the front door. Carrying one crackle I don't know what it's got.

"Where are you from, Kang?"

His face was a bit nervous. Kang Bimo answered my question in a slightly shaky voice, "Slametan at the people's house. Badali (replacing) Kiai, Ma'am."

"This is the only thing you can bring to the kitchen, ma'am!"

"Gus Fakhar's?"

"Snapjeh. Tell me to give it to the genengan course he said."

"Thank you."

Kang Bimo to his room. Carrying his own blessing.

I entered through the side door. I saw on the table there was already a bundle of oil paper. It looks like a bamboo shoot from the outside.

Gus Fakhar came out of the bathroom. He splashed the water in his hand towards me. Then, laugh.

"You eat. That prize. Satay. Chicken satay. Your favorite, right?"

"Well, where do you know?"

"Let's just eat it pack it."

I'm silent.

New Ufi ma'am salat isya alone.

"Mbak Fi, there's the same satay blessing. Agih poached (plots eaten)."

"Lha did you eat, Gus?" ask Ufi Ma'am.

"It has. Very fond."

"But, how do you say two packs of satay too, Gus?"

"You just eat. I'm sitting here, yeah." Gus Fakhar shifts the chair.

Me and Ufi are sitting next to each other. He opened the satellite. I opened his blessing.

"The most delicious to eat in the tray is directly hand-packed," said Gus Fakhar.

"Trucker." Ufi ma'am got up looking for a small tray on the shelf.

"Iz, you want to go to college, right?"

"That's exactly how it is, Gus. But, High School just didn't finish."

"In the Netherlands."

"Dutch?"

"Hehe." I'm ashamed he sounded surprised to hear my answer.

Ufi ma'am spilled food in her tramp.

"Cool as well as you. Why not go to Egypt, Turkey, or Tarim alone?"

"In High School there were language classes. The Dutch language, Gus. After a little bit of learning Dutch, I want to."

"Salawatin only. Even if it's not up to obedience, but I suggest that the recitation of the Quran should be realized, yes."

"What is the question to Ibuk?"

"Gus, Ma'am Iza it has a birthmark in the armpit lo, Gus," said Mbak Ufi. I directly pinched the land. That talk embarrassed me.

"What birthmark?"

"As in the picture, my brother, Gus."

I squeaked in Ufi's ear. "Udahan, Ma'am. It's not good to listen to."

"Seriously you?" Gus Fakhar turned to look at me.

"That's it, Za?"

"He made it up, Gus."

"The honest."

"Mbak Iza is shy, Gus. But Ummik already knows."

"Ummik already knows? You're the one who told me, Iz?"

I can only smile.

"But, said Mbak Iza his birthmark is somewhat different."

"On the right armpit?"

Ufi ma'am nodded.

"I ate it, Gus," I said.

Gus Fakhar propped his chin with his hands.

"Iz, can you write ngede (put on your left hand)?"

"Can, Gus."

Me and Ma'am Ufi dolongkan eat because Gus Fakhar was beside us just watching us eat.

"Snengan so spread again?"

"So. Again, there is no harm. Even if the possibilities are small."

"Honestly, I was very curious about his younger brother, Gus."

"That misses not only you, Ma'am. Everything must be missed. Moreover, Ummik. You know, right, Ummik's signature."

"Enggeh, Gus."

"But, now Ummik mboten nate (never) daud again, Gus?"

"Abah. Than Ummik is sick again."

"Gus, I'm talking."

"Hm.. Napa, Mommy?"

"Mawon-resistant hobby (try a second). Genengan look at me. Iza too."

Ma'am Iza looked at our faces intently.

"Have you?" ask Gus Fakhar.

"Here you go, Gus."

"Why?"

"It's okay, Gus. Hehe. Ngapunten."

"Iza, but you actually have a sign that's almost the same as Tsaniya's?" tanyanya expectantly.

"Hehe. But not the same, Gus. Just so happen to be the same."

"Try to make sure again, yeah."

"Hmm.eng-geh, Gus."

Sorry, notgeh if the up often makes it feel less. Intentionally limit 1 eps to only 1k words. Out there are indeed many stories that 1 eps can be up to 2k words. But I haven't been able to. And, this is also a very slight liking. So, I was intentionally only 1k words. And, I it's nulis can't be fast. Because actually this writing is just a side of sy. 😅😅🙏 Thank you for always following this story and always supporting this much improved story.