FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 128 "Second Meeting"

*Ad-Daffa's Faith'

Last night we slept at the house of one of Mas Nizam's friends when he was a nyantri. Incidentally his residence is only five kilos from the pesantren. After breakfast, we leave. Intentions wanted to also invite Mas Kabir, but he apologized because he had to work, leaving at eight in the morning. Arriving at Al-Furqan, we went straight to the temple. But, when Mas Nizam asked one of the students, the santri said Kiai Bahar was meeting the invitation to study in Kartoharjo. There is only one nyai that still exists to see the Koran with several princesses, including with his future son-in-law, at Botok Geplak. Meanwhile, his son Gus Fakhar is also in the convection.

"We're balek. Come here again" said Mas Nizam.

I took Mas Nizam's car keys out of my shirt pocket. He asked me to drive. He reasoned tired.

Incar. Slowly turn the steering wheel to the right. The glass I left open. Momentarily nodding his head, greeting the passing santri.

"You remember the two women we met when I asked you to buy a dress for Rubia's birthday present?"

"Yes. I remember, Mas."

"They are Fizah and Ratna. I want to see Ratna at the Yazeed store."

"Put is there too?"

"It's here."

"So you actually want to see Fizah here, Mas?"

"No. Who knows if I invite you, there's a santri who farts about you." He laughed at the end of the sentence.

"Getdaaaah." I laughed at her intentions, which I found funny. But there's a point, too. All this time I haven't been able to forget Rubia.

"All the santri here are Quran memorizers. You just choose. On condition that you are ready to go to the household. God willing so."

"How are you?"

"Just wait ahead of him."

The car is racing at the speed of the wind blowing from the opposite direction. Mas Nizam went down and asked the man on the side of the road. The name of this place is Darul Amin. He said it was only half an hour to get there. Next, we rely on maps. About one and a half kilos, we turned to a road that was no longer paved. To make sure we didn't cross the wrong path, Mas Nizam went down asking again. Stopping the path of a old man who was carrying a piece of grass. The old man looked like a beard. He pointed twice to the north. It seems we still have to keep going.

Nizam came back in. "Not far. Staying continues. Yup!" Door closing.

Ten minutes later.

At first glance I see this paddle is not similar padepokan. There were four guards outside the wooden gate to hang high for about three meters. The guard was like a body guard in all black clothes. Also in the head.

"Is this the place?"

"I don't know." Mas Nizam took me down.

I stepped down even though I hesitated a little. I closed the car door slowly.

"You don't know what this is. I just thought about it before. This is not a pesantren."

There's no picture yet. Mind glaring.

We stepped in line.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Excuse me." Nizam started it.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The four answered in unison. Then, one of them asked, "Who do you want to meet and what does it take?"

"I want to see Yazeed and Ratna. The woman who is pregnant."

"So that woman is pregnant now?" my inner.

I don't know why Mas Nizam suddenly dealt with them. Who are Ratna and Fizah? I've only briefly heard of the story that was told to me before.

"Gus Yazeed is out. This hour is rarely in Ndalem. Abah and Ummik could not be bothered because there was an event inside."

"If you can know what event? When can we meet? I have to discuss something important with Yazeed and Ratna. Surely you wouldn't allow me to see Ratna without Yazeed's permission."

"Seek please ask!"

They're whispering. Then, one of them reached into the phone from the pocket of his pants. Somewhat sparingly while bringing the phone closer to the ear.

I hold back from asking. I'll know for myself later too. If Mas Nizam asks me, then he is ready to tell me.

"Please sit in that saung."

I turned, looking at the designated saung. There are two lined sauces. Beratapkan. It looks like a hut in the middle of a field.

The man went inside. The others stay ahead. Stand like a statue.

We are waiting for Ratna to be called.

Birds squeaking. Fly spread into the air when there is a wind blowing louder. To my right, this road is flanked by coconut trees. Sunlight urged some of its leaves to be able to meet with my eyes that were rolling to several sides.

"This store is very closed to outsiders."

Then, there were two people in a row entering the gate without permission. They carried a pile of grass on top of the vehicle. We watched those two people.

"It doesn't seem like it" Mas Nizam said later.

She's staring. "Only for unknown persons. To the people here, it doesn't seem like a problem.

A few minutes later, the gate opened. Dozens of people came out of there. The average that comes out is men with the age of twenty-five and above. Some walk on foot hugging the book in the chest. Others say goodbye to each other, then ride a jengki or turonggo bike. Who looks a little young riding a motorcycle.

"Maybe there's a study inside" I said.

Ratna poked out from the gate hole that was almost closed back.

"Rabella?" call Mas Nizam.

He covered his stomach. It just so happened that he was wearing a very loose shirt. At first glance it does not appear that she is pregnant. Slowly he approached. His face was half hidden.

Mas Nizam shifting ass. Let Ratna sit in the same saung.

"healthy? Your baby too?"

"Sir Nizam knows that?"

"I already know. I know everything except what I'm gonna ask you, Na. But are you really healthy?"

He refused to answer. The words don't come out right away. Even staring. His eyes asked who I was. I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare.

"I'm the one you met in front of a dress shop. I'm Sulaiman. Call it Faith. How many months has it been?"

Mas Nizam looked at me not to ask that. I asked another question, "Busan njai?"

"Yes, sir." He immediately looked at Mr. Nizam. Which to him is no stranger than me. "Sir Nizam has seen Fizah?"

"It has. I just stopped by, too, but I came straight here. From here, we'll get there. I'm sorry I left you that time with Fizah on the street. Did you forgive me?"

Ratna nodded.

"Thank you, yeah. Again I'm sorry."

"I've found a place to live here, sir. Yazeed helped me."

"I already know. His mother Fizah told me. Fizah said so too."

"Oh."