FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 99 "Small Accident"

*Hafizah Palace

Ufi's allegations are often correct. He has good intuition. He also quickly understood the attitude of a person. Rightly said. I am excited to welcome Yazeed tonight even though honestly in front of Kiai Bahar and Gus Fakhar I feel sorry. But, I was still confused as to how I would convey this to my mother. But our cell phones don't have. Asking Mr. Nizam for help is impossible. I also don't want to deal with her again until she's open to my mom.

Ufi's mother slept first. But I haven't closed my eyes since. Already finished binnazar two juz and murajaah half juz which is still in a mess no quirks. Not long after, someone knocked on the door. Noiseless. I rushed to the veil.

Door opens.

"Mother Nyai?"

"Nduk, Ummik sikile incandescent."

Translated: (Nduk, Ummik foot massage)

"God." I closed the door.

As always Ms Nyai Ridhaa will be well established in a well-groomed bed.

"Mumpung Abah sek durung kundur, Nduk. Sedino ndak sampeyan incandescent, Ummik kangen."

Translation: (Mumpung Abah has not yet returned, Nduk. A day no you massage, Ummik kangen)

To be honest my hand today still hurts if it's used to press something. Suddenly linu was like a new sprain.

"Sir, Ummik opo pareng nyuwun tulung liyane?"

Translation: (Nduk, Ummik can you ask for other help?)

"By, Nyai's Mom."

"Ummik wants to know your birthmark. But, lek sampeyan ndak kerso yo ndak not need."

Translate: (Ummik wants to know your birthmark. If you are not ready, there is no need)

I was confused as to what to answer. I'm shy. Because if I open a part of my shoulder, Miss Nyai Ridhaa will definitely ask for the scar that is there. The wound I once received from the man who forced me to obey his will.

"Yes uwis lek sampeyan ndak kerso."

Translation: (Yes if you are not ready)

"Ngapunten, Miss Nyai."

Nyai ma'am smiled.

"Nduk, Ummik wants to hoe until pisan ae, Nduk. Cobos. Ummik kangen karo Tsaniya, Nduk!"

Translated: (Nduk, Ummik wants to embrace you just once, Nduk. Ummik misses Tsaniya, Nduk!)

Bu nyai leaned his back against the wall. I approached. And, he grabbed my shoulder like he was really hugging his daughter. My heart is judging my own feelings. My eyes closed feeling that embrace. A very sincere hug.

"Bobote by piro lo, Nduk?" While releasing.

Translation: (How much weight do you have, Nduk?) While releasing.

"Four recovered four, Mik."

"Oh Allah, Nduk, until you are a child. Maem sing akeh. Sampeyan iki want wis maem opo durung?"

(O Allah, Nduk, you are a child. Eat a lot. What have you eaten yet?)

"Not yet."

"Eat, Nduk. Let's get fat."

"Enggeh."

"Mbak Ulya iku, Nduk, mbiyen yo koyo sampeyan's. Since the stature of luweh lemu, dadi luweh ayu."

Translation: (The Mother of Ulya, Nduk, was once small as you. Since she's fatter, she's prettier)

"Snapjeh. Ning Ulya is beautiful."

"Sampeyan lek maem kudu ping four, yo."

Translation: (You should eat four times, yes)

I can only smile at my mom's enthusiasm. Care about santri.

"Mik?" Gus Fakhar opened the door.

"Open?" (What?)

"Iza wants me to cook, Mik."

Translated: (Le, it's night. Eat what is in the refrigerator)

"Iza's fried rice stuff."

"Ummik yen ngono. Le, nyuwuno recipe Iza bene ndak njaluk tulung Iza continues."

Translated: (Unfortunately, then. Le, you asked for Iza's recipe so as not to ask Iza for help anyway)

"Sekedap, ngggeh." (Attention, yes)

Gus Fakhar went to the kitchen first. Prepare the pan and the oil. Take out whatever I have to mix into the fried rice.

"Iz, I used to cook at twelve." Gus Fakhar put the seasoning that had been peeled to the side of my hand.

"When is that, Gus?"

"At the cottage. I love being hungry at nights like this. Eat together. Not rich here one-on-one on a plate. If you eat together, you do not get food that is at risk of hunger. The ends of the cooking mallem."

"Where's the mole, Gus?"

"In Lirboyo. That's why until now the shop of the book of Al-Furqan always nyetok from there. The car that you were riding at that time, it just bought a book from Kediri. Iz, Mas Yazeed used to tell me, you don't have to go to the boarding school until you have to ride in people's cars without permission. Poor you, Iz." Gus Fakhar.

I just understood that Yazeed didn't tell me the truth. That's why the ndalem family has nothing to do with me.

"If they knew one day, would they be like Mr Nizam?" I'm starting to not calm down.

All this because Yazeed was kind to me. He's a good guy even if people doubt him by appearance, just like I was then, but the longer I can change that view.

"Aaaah." My hand is kebeler (sliced) knife.

Blood dripped.

"Yes Allah.. A minute." Gus Fakhar ran fast.

I cleaned my fingers with running water. But the blood kept coming out. I closed my eyes. I was horrified to see the blood flowing.

"Where was the wound?" Gus Fakhar put down the medicine box.

Bu nyai. Check what's up.

"Kui hirapo, Le?" (Why is that, Le?)

"Because of the knife, Mi."

"I can do it myself, Gus."

"Let's just Ummik," pinta Bu Nyai Ridhaa.

Up to five minutes later, I saw that my finger was wrapped in cotton.

"Ndon't cook ae. Wis saiki until kajie break. Fakhar lek pengen maem, cook dewe," insisted bu nyai.

Translation: (No cooking. It is now your duty to rest. Fakhar if you want to eat, cook for yourself)

"It can still cook, Nyai ma'am."

Madam nyai forbade me with eyes.

"Sory, Iz."

"Nggeh, Gus, it's okay."

"Le, a touch of friendship with Trenggalek. Ojo lali pesene Ummik. Continue sakdurunge rono, sampeyan tumbasne souvenirs. Opo. Lek ndak iso, njaluk tulung Kang Bimo."

Translated: (Le, tomorrow visit Trenggalek. Don't forget the message Ummik. Before you go there, you buy souvenirs. Whatever. If you can't, ask Kang Bimo for help) He went back to the room.

Gus Fakhar. Then, curl up the blood on the cotton.

"Let me clean up, Gus."

"No. You just sleep."

"Ngapunten, Gus, njenengan so bothered."

"Za, about the proposal, try to think about your ideals. You're still early. I really still want to go to college. We go to college together, Iz."

"Lecture together, Gus?"

"I mean we both had dreams. You're a girl, Iz. Pursue your ideals first, only then get married. Your ideals are high."

I forgot how to chase a dream after everything that had happened. That thing shuts my mouth. Forcing me to dampen the desire to achieve goals. In fact, memorizing the Koran and deposit to Miss Nyai Ridhaa even I have not dared to.