FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 101 "Green Thursday"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"Le, Ummik pesen sampeyan lek numbasne chic clothes menisan. Sing sekirane Mbak Ulya demen lo."

Translation: (Le, Ummik message, if you buy a nice shirt all together. Which if Mama Ulya likes)

In the car.

"When, Gus, are you planning to get married?"

"Not knowing when. Don't think about it. How are you yourself? It's just, Kang."

"I actually like someone, Gus. But I'm ashamed to say."

Kang Bimo is older than me. Twenty-six years. I have been an Ummik driver for three years. He is the one who often accompanies us to travel anywhere.

"Who, Kang? I recognize?"

"Know, Gus." She smiled shyly.

"Not Iza, is it?" I guessed it. If I were to get targeted by him, it could be that the son-santri secretly liked him.

"Hmm.anu. Not."

"Keep who?"

"Emm. It's not like that, Gus."

I opened the car glass. There are several clothing stores that line up. And, I saw a nice robe on display in the mannequin.

"Kang, stop! Get out of that shirt shop."

The car covers the roadside. To the left of the road. I got off first.

The gameplay in the mannequin is mint green. I can't describe it. But, I think it suits him. I went into that shop.

"Kang, yok in!"

Kang Bimo didn't light his cigarette.

"She said she had a holster, Gus?"

"Bak, how many gamis is that?"

"Two hundred and eighty-five thousand, sir."

I turned to Kang Bimo. "Not good do you think?"

"Mbak Ulya is beautiful. High too. God willing, Gus."

"Know that she's beautiful. You secretly pay attention to yo."

"Hehehe. Punten, Gus."

"It looks like it's great, Ma'am. What size is that?"

"That's L. What size do you want, sir? The rest of the sizes are XS and S."

"The price is the same?"

"For the XS difference of twenty thousand, sir."

"OKAY. Take the S one."

Kang Bimo poking. "Gus, the veil's good too, Gus. Njenengan don't want to look around. Maybe there is something suitable for Ma'am Ulya. I'm helping, Gus."

"For Ulya? Hmm?" muttered.

"May also."

"Awhile, Ma'am. I saw the hijab there first."

"Please, Sir."

The hood is good. To choose which veil is suitable is not difficult. I used to accompany Ummik. Understanding women's tastes of ummik likes. There is a long veil color that is more or less the same as the color of the shirt. It's just darker. There are flickering jewelry accessories on the head and some flower brooches on the chest. I think it fits. I'm picking it.

"Kang, it's a good match for that robe, right?"

"Rubby, Gus. Just the way."

"Feed."

"Mbak Ulya must be so beautiful, Gus."

"Hussst."

I brought the veil at the cashier.

"Thursday and the veil are just this."

"All three hundred and sixty, sir."

"Mom, guys."

"Who's it for, Kang?"

"There you go, Gus. Just him."

"Just from earlier."

After ten minutes of choosing, I decided to buy three sarongs at once. It just so happens that Madam Ulya if not wrong to like the color green. Whatever the green color is.

I returned to the school two hours later. Men will not shop for long. If I accompany ummik can be up to half a day. Departure at eight until the house can be after the sublime. The most boring activity.

I heard ummik was still teaching in the room. Abah receives patients in the meeting room with his patients. Kang Bimo and I put everything in front of the television.

"Kang, eat first or what? If you want to eat, take it yourself in the kitchen."

"No need, Gus. Still full."

"Oo, yeah."

I went straight to the princess's cottage.

"Mbak, call Mbak Ulya. Tell ndalem now, yeah." I told santri to pass in front of me.

I waited for him in the living room. He came in from the front door with a greeting.

"I'll go to Salam. Are you coming home or what?"

He also sat away.

There was a person who took out the contents of the goods in the crackle earlier. Maybe it's ummik.

"There are three sarongs. I hope you like." I shifted the crackle.

"Thank you, Gus. I don't have to go home. There's still a lot of sloshing."

"Eagerness, Ma'am. May your memorization cepet mutqin all."

"Aamiin's."

"That's it, anyway."

"Ummik's there, Gus?"

"There was. Kayane in it's shopping."

I'm tilting my head.

"Mik?"

"Dipadosi (searched) Mbak Ulya."

Ummik pulled out that robe. I swallowed spit.

"Le, iki klambine, what's so good? Ummi Kango? The opo kanggo Mbak Ulya? But, what's the size of yo's kid, Le?"

(Le, is this his shirt good? For Umimik? Or to Mama Ulya? But, what a small size, huh, Le?)

I shut my mouth. I should have given it to ummik.

I'm rising.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" Abah who salutes.

"Ulyas? Nduk?"

Ma'am Ulya sungkem on abah.

"Ki ngko Abah arep Trenggalek's. Sampeyan muttered? Lek muttered, sampeyan ngko sak karo Ummikmu, Abah karo Fakhar."

Translation: (Later Abah will go to Trenggalek. You coming? If you come, you will be in the car with your Ummik, Abah with Fakhar)

"But, niki wau kula ajenge deresan, Bah."

Translation: (But, this is what I wanted murajaah, Bah)

"Alhamdulillah. Ndak. Sakjane yo mung dolan. But, pisan nentokne date yo ndak opo-opo lek Abahmu purun."

Translate: (Alhamdulillah. Its alright. Actually, it's just dolan. But, all of you determine the date yes is fine if Abahmu wants)

"Well, wait for Ma'am Ulya to give her a mutqin" I said.

"Sampeyan ngajine mutqin blonde percent, Nduk?"

Translation: (You najai mutqin what percentage, Nduk?)

"Kedik, Bah. Ma'am Ulya ngajine also sae," replied ummik.

Translated: (Slightly, Bah. Ulya's salary is good)

"Alhamdulillah. Abahe sampeyan asline wis selak wants a ghost."

Translate: (Alhamdulillah. Your abah actually wants to be a ghost soon)

Ma'am Ulya smiled casually.

With this conversation, at least ummik did not discuss the game for whom. Ummik will definitely advise me at length when he knows I bought it not for Mbak Ulya.

Thank you to everyone who followed Fizah in this episode. Jazakumullah is well-wishers who always diligently comment on anything, giving likes and votes, who only like without reading, who read without giving likes or votes, who read without saying likes or votes, especially those who always pray for me and my work. My dad got inspired even though he made this. But, unek2 njengan whatever it is often the material of consideration and inspiration in the future. In the end, I was able to continue the story as I wanted. We made this story together, yuk! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________.