FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 124 "On Mother's Laps"

*Nizami's Ibban

"Thank you, Mas Nizam. It is not wrong that I choose panjenengan so narsum harlah naji coffee shop literature and this Koran." Mr. Din patted my left back. Then add, "I'm just down, Mas. Although the location is a bit far, panjengan not many events if here it needs narcum. Young people here need mentors like pansenengan."

I gave him a light laugh.

Mr. Din pointed at the chair near the door. There was a large-bodied woman sitting down chatting with whom. I don't know. Then, Mr. Din spoke again, "Emak-emak who was sitting there, had also told me. Nanya. If for example yo, Mas, there is a singing invitation at the wedding what would you like?"

"Monggo if I don't have an event. Thank God for the last two weeks, I have just joined a group. The contact person can be to me."

"Pantesan to, Mas. It's suitable to be a singer."

"Full package, Mas. Keep rich this banjenenengan already have a wife candidate what not?"

"The mac-emak behind it is beautiful, Mas." Mr. Din joking.

I laugh. Mr. Din got up.

"What about Mom-emak?"

Din laughed at his own words. "I mean not being in-laws, Mom."

"Snigh, ngggeh. Then I say goodbye, sir. Matur sembah nuwun (thank you)."

"Go home or where?"

"Last week if there's no show, I'll pull it, sir."

"Banyuwangi ngggeh?"

"Snap, Sir."

"There's no teaching schedule?"

"It's a semester break, sir."

"Woh yes, Mas. My son at UIN is still this second semester, Mas. The biggest, men, just graduated mid-year."

"Alhamdulillah." I gave a smile.

Mr. Din looked over. Dispose of souvenirs from one of the committee that just approached him. "This, Mas. Mugi-mugi barakah."

"Aamiin. If Mas Nizam's parents have not been able to prospective daughters-in-law, hopefully soon made easy everything, Mas. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin Ya Mujibassailin."

We shake hands. I pulled the car keys out of my suit.

At 21.47 WIB.

The house is clearly deserted. Since Mas Bayu and mbak decided to get married again because the iddah had expired, my mother lived alone. At most mbak and Nurin once a week, staying two days and one night, waiting for a working holiday mbak. Mas Bayu now works abroad, becoming TKW in Arab. Bound contract for four years.

The front door is open.

"Well, you're here already."

He's yawning. Twice with a wider mouth.

"Yes, Deck. Today Ma'am permission to go home. Nurin's hot."

"Since when? Not working tomorrow?"

"Not knowing either. The heat hasn't come down yet. I think he misses Mas Bayu. Send Mas Bayu home." Two more yawns. "Yok, in! Here's your bag Bawakne."

"No need. Nurin's asleep?"

"But, Ibuk hasn't slept on that, Dek. Think you said."

"What do you think it means?"

I was suddenly worried. I put my bag on the living room chair. I met my mother in the prayer room. I won't bother him. I will let my mother pray in her hands. I secretly assisted. Whether that prayer is for whom. It's unusual indeed. Mother is more often ready to sleep after eight o'clock. My mother's body is not strong to chat with the night air. Sometimes my mom gets in the wind if the air temperature drops than usual. The temples of hope are flowing. Both hands were long. Strongly hung for the sake of a prayer. My mother, the focus of my love and my love. Sejurus ibuk rubbed both of his palms. Continue with a long breath.

"Le, Le, Ibuk kangen. How to ndak muleh to."

"Your mother?"

Momuk looked back immediately. "Le, how come you came? When's? Ibuk ndak krungu (do not hear) the sound of your car." He stretched out both his hands. I dropped the snoring. Welcoming mom's body. Kissing cheeks.

"Saking especially Ibuk prayer. It's only natural not to listen."

"Alah Ibuk usually you hear. I'm just sleeping in horror, Le. Healthy? Healthy inner born to?"

"Alhamdulillah. Rustin, Buk. Is she healthy too?"

"Health, Le. As usual, most yo catch a cold. The scrapings, they'll heal later." My left hand is stroking my right arm. Creating a continuous smile.

"Le?"

"Your mother?" I-i understand. The view that I now give nothing else is meant to discuss who my life companion is. My mother's hope, I came home with glad tidings. I could tell my mother what name I had chosen and was willing to accept me.

"Hmmm? How about, Le Zam?"

"Happy, right?"

I smiled thinly. "God be patient. While Ibuk's life was long. Ibuk's son is handsome, resik (clean), manut, ngajine timid, well-established, fond of parents, but kok ya still single, to, Oh God. Less what yo anake Ibuk lanang iki. Less bejo (lucky) what women you marry later. Doane Ibuk didn't break up for you, Le."

"Oh, Fizah rejected me yesterday because she still wants to continue memorization and college, Buk. I met his mother in Sendang."

Regarding the irregularities I heard, I did not tell my mother. My mother knows nothing. In fact, I don't really know exactly either.

"Keep your counsel opo (what)?"

"Mini's mom actually supported me. But, it was precisely Fizah who was heavy-hearted."

"Weight, Le. He is young to yes. Howmany? Seventeen?"

"That's it, Buk."

"Child today it if the marriage of that age is said early marriage. But, if the days of Ibuk used to be very ordinary, Le, Le. I understand that the reason is because of ideals. You see, the woman if she has married her dependents a lot. If the dream is not finished, the task is more and more, Le. Unless her husband is like you. Le, Ibuk believes that if Fizah wanted to, you would have supported his ideals, right? But, the problem is Fizah himself yo object. Yeah, so it's not. People are having that marriage you two. Do you really like Fizah? He's not a prankster, is he?"

"Absolutely not for impingement, Buk. I, right, told you about it on the phone two weeks ago. I like Fizah, Buk. It's just that because of something, that feeling isn't as big as it used to be."

"Lha when you proposed that, how did you feel?"

"Buk, Buk, rich being a daughter if I keep asking about feelings." I laughed lightly.

Ibuk. My right hand is pinching my thigh. Sometimes patting.

"Yes Allaaaah, Le. To your mother it was still a teenager."

"Aren't you told to get married?"

"I mean that Ibuk's treatment to you from the past until now it makes no difference. Zam, Ibuk support you if you want to fight for Fizah. But, you should insist that Fizah wants it to be so."

"Norgh, Buk. I asked God for guidance first let everything go smoothly. Fizah is now also being proposed to a man named Yazeed. Just pray, yeah, Buk. A soul mate won't run to anyone, Buk."

My feelings for Fizah are not as big as before. I'm being honest with myself.

"Empressed. Whoever you choose, Ibuk manut, Zam. If your heart is sure, Fizah is the right woman to be your companion, run! Patience is your key to letting go of her feelings. So, if he wants to achieve his goals first, awaited. Seventeen years? Yo three four years to, Le. Patience with opo?"