FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 117 "Mr and Madam"
POV Third Person
The white alphard car was racing at the same speed of the wind. The driver was recklessly driving to get to the main time in Magetan. During the trip Arabic music titled Ya Tabtab, Mathasibnish, and a song popularized by Hala Turk titled Happy-Happy kept on roaring in the ears. The driver has really liked the song lately. They came all the way from Bangkalan Madura just for the sake of sowan to Pesantren Al-Furqan.
The vehicle speed also slowed. Two hundred more meters they will arrive at the intended place. Right in front of the gate, the alphard stopped slowly. One passenger opened the left door. The legs were real as soon as they got out of the car. High-heels Dolce and Galbana Rainbow Belluci, which cost eight million per pair, glistened in the light of the western horizon. Black to toe trousers and lacy white blues ranging from the neck to the middle of the chest, then Christian Dior's white coat design adds to the aesthetic appearance of the afternoon. Also, the luxuriously hanging wood-brown Gucci bag in the right hand, was bought and picked up at the airport when they were due to fly to Singapore a week ago. The owner is a thirty-eight year old woman with a fashionable style. Hijab printing the local brand of famous artist in Indonesia is neatly attached to his face that is oval and tapered. The cheek basin was a glimpse of an Afghan.
The dapper appearance of the woman was not much different from all that was worn by the man who had just come out closing the right door of the car. The other man was the husband who had married the woman nineteen years ago. Fifty years old drowned in modern clothing. The man then waved three students who were about to sweep the pesantren yard.
The woman named Nyonya Syawa looked over. Opening his black glasses. "Well, what's enough three people. Is that a lot of stuff?" Then, put it in his expensive bag.
Three santri approaching. Walk down.
"Ei, how sweet you walk." He smiled following the unusual sight before him.
He looked back ahead. Waving and clapping hands once to two santri who happened to be slurping while holding a broom. The broom was taken away to approach Nyonya Syawa.
"That's helping your friend, yeah. Just ask for a minute." With a formal overtime speaking style, he gives directions to remove items from the trunk and on the car.
The two santri nodded. Walking, then intersected with the three previous students who brought one big box while complaining of objections.
"If it's hard, call your friend Boy" said a man named Mr. Kabi.
"Yaps. There are four boxes there. Rather quickly!" Syawah does not hesitate to rule. He did not stop smiling santri-santri was showing him respect.
"I like, Pah. For me is very interesting. We need to get to the owner of this boarding school, Pah."
"Yes. But, wait for santri-santri to finish lifting all her things."
The woman moved aside. Lean on the pesantren wall. He took out a loose powder to remove a bit of oil on his face.
"I haven't had treatment this week" he murmured.
Ten minutes later.
Mrs Syawa and Mrs Kabi were led to ndalem by two santri carrying several bags.
"Oh, that little house, huh?" ask Mrs Syawa.
"Enggeh, Ma."
"Eh, don't speak javanese, okay. Usual dong." Syawa smiled.
"okkey. We wait, yeah. We're not in a hurry, "answer.
Mrs Syawa and Mr. Kabi sat together in the living room of the always lesehan ndalem. They are welcome to enjoy the food in the jar. The man moved the place to drink, taking out two glasses that were directly poured in front of the two of them. Do not forget to open some jar lids so that the two of them are not reluctant to taste.
"Please, Mom. As if."
"okkey. Its alright. Thanks, yeah." Mrs Syawa smiled again. Secretly amazed to find a gentle and polite santri.
"If we had a child, Pah." That tone sounded heavy spoken.
The two of them had indeed never felt how pleasant it was to hold a son. Twelve years have they crocheted love in the household nipper. Loves mourning together using the boat of love and patience. Various ways have they lakoni so that Nyonya Syawa can give birth to children. Unfortunately, effort always leads to failure. The hope is that at an age that is close to forty, this year or next year Mrs Syawa can be pregnant. That is why they both came here with the intention of asking for a prayer of blessing. Through the name of Kiai Bahar which is quite famous until Madura, they do not hesitate to come from far away to ask for special prayers. However, there was one other thing that rounded up their resolve to meet Kiai Bahar and Bu Nyai Ridhaa.
"Bah, try to eat! I taught you, Pah. No need for prestige." Nyonya Syawa took cork egg palm sugar flavor.
"Enak lo, Pah. Mommy's a bribe." Two tried to put the cork egg into the mouth of Mr. Kabi who was still tightly closed.
"Who will continue the leadership of the Papah factory?"
"If we can't have children, we adopt them from the home. Or, it's up to us to ask Kiai for advice. Most importantly we have to be honest, what has happened all this time" explained Mr. Kabi after swallowing the cork eggs.
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah?" Kiai Bahar uluk salam.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." They both answered together.
"Niki synthetics?" (Who is this?)
"Sorry we do not understand the language, Mr. Kiai," said Mrs Syawa.
"Yes yes. Not the javanese?"
"Rubber, Kiai. I myself Kabi and my wife named Syawa. Accept our coming here, Kiai. We also provide a little delivery in the form of sarongs, mukena, stationery, food for Kiai, Bu Nyai, and santri-santri here." Mr. Kabi pointed at the box-box on the front porch.
"Mr Kiai, um.all we give is a few pieces. If not mistaken, there were a hundred pieces of sarong and two hundred and fifty mucenas in two boxes. The other box contains dry food, biscuits, souvenirs typical of Madura because we are from Madura, precisely Bangkalan, Mr. Kiai. Oh, there's also a little three hundred-piece towel. May this little gift be received." Mrs Syawa added a longer sentence.
"Alhamdulillah. Jazakumullah ahsanal. Thank you very much. I am personally happy to accept this gift. May Allah give you rida and be a sweet fruit in heaven."
"Aamiin's." They both smile.
