FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 98 "Wind Applicable"
*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen
There were three men who were smitten with Iza. The first man failed. Iza was not interested in Kang Nizam from the beginning. Though when viewed at a glance, Kang Nizam who I know works as a lecturer is a man who is worthy enough for him. Then, suddenly Mas Yazeed came carrying another intent. I was quite surprised he had such serious intentions. But, seeing three times his marriage that did not make him able to sutra until now, perhaps that prompted his desire to immediately find a replacement until fate reunited him with women who could give him offspring. Outside of that I don't know.
The third man is myself. I could say the same thing if I hadn't bonded with any woman. And, my confidence in Mbak Ulya is not growing. Seeing Iza passing by every day in the ndalem, she who is getting closer to ummik, and shows her peculiarity as a shy and quiet woman, it is precisely that which grows the seeds of romance. But, sometimes I catch other moods that I don't understand.
After I thought the same as Yazeed— only I would never have the same chance if God kept my proposal going—It was still early to accept marriage with anyone. He had a big dream. I never thought about continuing my education abroad. But, I think she's an ordinary girl with great talent. No one knows what he really knows.
I hope Iza doesn't accept Mas Yazeed's proposal. I hope she remembers all her dreams. But, as he listened to the sentence after sentence that honesty Mas Yazeed described, he showed his compassion. The change in his face was obvious. There is no tension. Moreover, when Mas Yazeed confirmed that earnestness, Iza squeezed both of his hands. Then, he looked at me with a smile. This time I couldn't understand what he meant. What has happened between them until the two seem to be expecting each other? But, I still hope once again that Iza is not in a hurry. If she does not find a husband who truly blesses her in many ways, her dreams will shine through. More or less I understand what caused Mas Yazeed's divorce with his first wife. I'm worried about Iza.
"Nduk, sampeyan ndang age-age mature Ibuk. Dhawuhe. Bene mboten. I'm only getting to know."
Translation: (Nduk, you must quickly tell this to Ibuk. How'd she. So that it doesn't take too long. Your mother should understand)
Iza nodded.
"Lek talk - no need suwi-suwi. Sekirane pretty yo uwis. Abah arepe the missile."
Translate: (If talking does not need to be long. If enough is enough. Abah ma7 depart)
Me and Mas Yazeed sungkem abah. Then, answer his greetings.
"Fi, melu mlebu kono lo, Nduk!"
Translate: (Fi, come in there lo, Nduk!)
I looked to my left. It turned out that Ufi Ma'am was waiting outside the musala.
*Ufi Yasmina Madah
It was fortunate to be Iza's mother. Not even two months here, there are already two men who proposed to him. She has a beautiful face. Comparable to Ulya. No installments and talk a lot like me. Attitude matures. I who have served here for many years have not received an offer even once. I don't have any charm that can captivate a person's gaze. I've thought a lot about what it's like to be proposed to, whoever that guy is.
I once fell in love with a santri kang. My ability only got as far as liking in silence. And, Gus Fakhar was able to know my feelings and asked me to be frank with him. But, I chose to hold her until I heard she suddenly boyong with the saying to get married. After that I did not like anyone anymore because I was still focused on serving and memorizing.
When Mbak Iza said maybe I will be the second kloter who will receive the Lecturer's proposal, my heart is happy. Unfortunately that's the limit. I dare not cultivate more. Only God can turn everything into possible. And tonight I hope to return. Then, abah kiai surprised me by telling me to accompany Mbak Iza. I just nodded. I intentionally did not come in. I refuse to accompany. Worrying could not hold back the acute baper and the gerogi listened to Ms. Iza's response. He hasn't spoken so fast.
"Mak Fi, come in!" gus Fakhar's.
Not even I take off my sandals, Mbak Iza said he resigned.
Gus Yazeed replied, "I'm waiting for you, Zah. Again I am serious. But that's my background. I'm a widower who's been married three times. And you're still holy."
"I'll talk to Momuk sometime, Yaz. But, sorry, yeah I can't tell you when exactly."
"Okay, Zah."
"I'm saying goodbye, Gus. Nyuwun sewu (excuse me)."
Gus Fakhar invited Mbak Iza through.
"Why not come, Mother? Inside alone shame me," said Iza.
I'm clutching his hand.
"Sir Iz, you're honest, yes."
She's looking.
"Have known Gus Yazeed for a long time, huh?"
"Why, Mommy?"
"You call him Yaz. Gus Yazeed is a thug again. He comes here, you often just wear T-shirts and pants."
Iza smiled instead.
"I already know."
"Me and Ummik were once invited by Gus Fakhar to Darul Amin. There are a lot of tattoo guys. More exactly thugs. But, they are the ones who repent. In fact, said Gus Fakhar, Gus Yazeed was getting the women who were there from the club. I don't fully believe it yet, anyway."
"He's good, Ma'am Fi."
"Yes. Gus Yazeed is good. But, nyeremin. Mysteriously. Ma'am Iza wants to be with him?"
"I don't mean to be a stove. But if I imagine not panting, yes. Wallahu a'lam too, hell," my inner.
"If what Gus Fakhar said is true, how is Ma'am?"
"Which one?"
"That's from the club."
"Not how either. It's just weird, Ma'am Iz."
"If I may ask, what is the view of Ufi Ma'am towards the woman Gus Yazeed helps?" Iza instead asked.
"No comments, Ma'am. Dare not to say more. Afraid wrong. What they decide, regardless of whether they are forced or not, is beyond my power to judge. My mind didn't come there. Naudzubillah, huh, anyway. You and I need to take good care of ourselves, yes. Let's not be like them. Life must be calm. What are your answers? You're going to accept?"
"I'm handing it over to my mother and my brother."
"But, yes, if I look around.ehmm I think I have a feeling you will accept this as it seems. Your guts look lo, Ms. Iz."