FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 111 "Kepergok"

*Hafizah Palace

"Sir, since you've been in Ndalem, I'm tired of it. In ndalem, I rarely deposit. Turn deposit, this body seems to have all pegel. I do everything myself. The difference is, Miss Nyai's room I now don't need to clean. If there is a theme. If only there were no drama like this. You're still in ndalem working with me. Ulya ma'am to ndalem also rarely or definitely cook again."

"Sorry, Ma'am Fi. This is beyond my estimation."

"Foolah. I'm back, yeah. Later look for Nyai's mother."

"Gus Fakhar is now what?"

"I heard that was Deresan. Already, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum?"

I answered the greeting. I opened the bowl.

"They are vegetable lontong and rabbit satay."

The smell is muttering my stomach. The menu is appetizing. I just happen to have not eaten since.

I looked back. Furi is still in the same position. He murajaah.

"Wih, get a delivery from this ndalem."

I developed a smile.

"Bu Nyai still cares about you. Lucky for you, Ma'am. Beloved by Nyai is a pleasure. Hmmm.pengen also. Hehe."

"So long ago I moved here for doing wrong," my inner self.

"You want to eat with me?"

"Can. Come on!"

I brought my food to my room. Madam Furi from the next room I was forced to come in. It doesn't matter because he knew first I got food from ndalem.

A moment later, I heard the rapid thumping footsteps in front of the room. I'm turning.

"Mr?"

Ufi ma'am melambakuu.

"Open up first is okay" I told my friends.

I'm rising. I wear sandals.

Ufi's mother breathed. "Sir, I forgot to be given the pesen Gusah. Food is just for you."

"That's? How weird, huh?"

"Don't know. Anyway so. It's already yes."

"Yes, Mother. Thank you." Thank you."

I looked over, about to take off my sandals, I saw my friends floundering. They're kasak kusuk. My eyes stared curiously until they approached the door frame.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"There's a letter."

"Haaa? A letter? What letters?" I squat. Ask for the letter. I grabbed it from the handle of Mbak Ummu. My chest is throbbing. Must be related to this food ban to someone other than me.

I glanced at them before reading them.

"Surely from Gus Fakhar, yes, Ma'am?" The question is not heard being ridiculed, but looking for justification.

"Maybe."

Iz, yesterday I got a message from Mas Yazeed. He asks for clarity from you. At the very least, yes, you are telling me yes or no. Reply to this letter, I will ask Ufi to take it. Let him be the postman. If today or tomorrow there is no reply, he will come here again after returning from Banyuwangi and Mojokerto.

"Who is yazeed?"

"What clarity are you, Ms Zah?"

"Yes, here. So what Arek was talking about was real, right. You are indeed quite close to Gus Fakhar."

All the santri in my room contributed a sentence. "Be careful, Ma'am. Gus Fakhar has a wife. Everyone here knows, Ma'am Ulya his future wife. So since he knew he had given the ring peningset, we who ngefans he immediately fell to the earth."

"Yazeed who, anyway?" ask Mama Furi.

"Gus Fakhar's Friend." I'm not sure of my honesty.

I was overwhelmed by their gazes.

"Request clarity. Hmm.min-ta je-las-an. Asking for clarity means you're offered something?" The question almost mentioned the word I was proposed to.

I almost choked on my own saliva. My throat's itchy. I'm deheming.

I intentionally prolonged my coughing style. Hope they immediately switch the subject. But, some of them instead piled up my uneasiness with other questions. It widened until one of them thought I was being proposed to Yazeed.

"Seriously applied to Yazeed? What rich man? Must've introduced Abah. Mbak ndalem's soul mate's business is in Kiai Bahar's hands."

Mrs Rere added, "Sir, your letter lest anyone know. Muraqibah understands, can be severely sanctioned. Or, it's not reported to Nyai. There are lo arek putra giving a letter here, tomorrow they are sanctioned after being called to ndalem both. But, he said that Guse. This is Gusah who sent a letter, a layo that served must be Bu Nyai or even directly Kiai Bahar. Ati-ati lo."

"Sorry, I can't tell you."

"Yeah, we want to know. Who's Gus Yazeed?"

I looked at their eyes one by one. They don't look like they're pouncing on me with any charges. But, it was as if the question stripped me of my courage to speak. The words in my throat, it felt like they could only reach my esophagus. When I give them evidence, I fear they will be more free to ask questions.

Madam Furi half-whispered, "You're in the room, aren't you? But, you are close to Gus Fakhar. What the hell is this really? Come talk to us."

They continue to persuade. They actually issued an ultimatum will give my letter to the muraqibah if I do not speak quickly. My worries are running here and there. The estuary will always stop at the question when they know the real me? I felt cold sweat start to break through my hijab. My face may already look nervous.

"OKAY. Just answer the point is that," said Mbak Furi.

"I'm not close to anyone."

"Yes not possible. This is proof that you were given a letter from Gus Fakhar. Although this is not written who the sender is, is it really from Gus Fakhar? You see the intercession Ufi Mbak," said Mbak Ummu.

"God, why did Gus Fakhar send me such a letter. But, if Mbak Ufi doesn't forget to tell, I'll take the letter first."

"We're not accusing, Zah. If your closeness is real, pity Ms. Ulya. He once said his roommate, removing the ring for a few days," Mbak Furi said again.

"Is that what makes people talk about me?" my inner.

"Santri-santri was curious, right, yes why the ring was removed. We know their wedding will be in the near future. Uh, apparently backtracked. We can't wait because we want to see Mbak Ulya become a manten (bride)." Mbak Furi remained the dominant talk.

"Heh, do not let Mbak Ulya know lo," said another.

I ventured to speak again. "Gus Yazeed is Gus Fakhar's friend. Gus Yazeed helped me get in here."

"Where's the story?" Ma'am Ummu asked.

I had expected them to grow more curious about the new information I was conveying.

"Ehmm.yes that's how it goes. He offered me something. I'm sorry I can't tell you much."

They sighed. Not asking anymore. But, I know they still need a long description again until they feel satisfied.

Sorry for the delay up to a week. Yesterday I delivered this in group and story fb because there was a writing barrier. Can add my fb Kuni Umdatun. Thank you for all the support, patience, positive prejudice. Once I apologized for making the panjengan wait. God willing, I will be up again either afternoon or evening, nggeh. Thank you very much. 🌸🌸🌹🌹🌹🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏