FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 198 "Walima Tiga"
*Tsaniya Tabriz
The core event is solemn. It starts from the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran by Al-Qoriah Ning Rabi'ah Al-Adawiyah. He read it with a beautiful rhythm, poetic and mellow nuances combined with my feelings. Not to mention the bass sound when taking a low tone and the altonya sound when in a high note. I'm amazed. Then, Mas Nizam told me that he was the woman he had liked, but was already married to Gus Rayyan before being betrothed. They also fought on the race field in November last year in Pamekasan. I think it's only natural that his appearance made the night noise quiet. After the bride, then the marriage advice no more than half an hour delivered by Kiai Dzul Ghofur passed no more than an hour and a half.
Mas Nizam and I went down to change clothes.
We returned fifteen minutes later. Sit over.
The invited guests still enjoy the buffet menu on the west side. Waiting for them to finish eating, it would not be enough to wait twenty minutes. It could be more than half an hour.
The Arabic song al-hubb fi shumti was finally released after the previous Arabic song.
اِنَّ فِی حُبِّك فَوْقَ مُسْتَوِی الْكَلَام
(Verily my love for you exceeds all words)
فَقَرَرْتُ لِسَانِيْ اَنْ اَسْكُتْ عَنِ الْكَلَامْ
(Then I decided to shut up from talking)
شَوْقِيْ اِلَيْكَ فَوْقَ مِنْ حِسيْهَا
(My feelings for you are more than my feelings)
حَتَّی اَقْوٰی مِنْ اَلَمِ اَثَرِهَا
(Even stronger than the pain)
بِالصُّمْتِ فِی ضِيْقِ الْعِبَارَة عَمَّا اَعَانِيْ
(Just be quiet when there is no expression that can describe my pain)
اِشْتِاق اِلَيْك بِفَرْدِ لِاَنَّك قَرِيْبًا مِنِّيْ
(Missing for yourself because you are close to me)
Source: Sonara.id
"I want to sing. You're horrified, yes."
Mas Nizam imitated the song. I half remember when I heard that song.
"Since you like this song?"
"Yes. You know what that means?"
"No. What's?"
"The title loves in silence."
"Romantic means."
"That's why I like. Because I'm gonna sing it a lot, someday you're gonna love it too."
"Book?"
"That's for sure."
One song is finished. Mas Nizam rose. Ask for a microphone to his duet friend on stage. It just so happens that the group is Mas Nizam group itself. He sits. His eyes were closed too. Pointing at the rhythm so slowly and soulfully.
Why is her voice so soft and beautiful? I didn't stop thinking about the answer. Many times the whirring shakes propagated in an instant to my entire body. His fluent Arabic language made me feel like he could indeed imitate the original vocalist's voice, but with Mas Nizam's own version of ghoyah (crooked). I closed my eyes too. I let all his voice go in freely, touching the cotton ears, shaking the chest so violently.
Uhibbuki mitsla maa anti Uhibbuki kaifa maa Kunti
(I love you no matter what you are, I love you no matter how you are)
Mahmaa kaana mahmaa shooro, Antii habiibatii
(Whatever happens and whenever, You are my love)
Zaujatii, Antii habiibatii
(Oh my wife, you are my Beloved)
Mas Nizam was successful in making invited guests silent. Their work stopped for a while. The clapping of the guests and the santri ended one of his songs. Santri-santri son in the mosque shouted, "Tayyib, tayyib, masyaallah."
The night is getting darker. But, the event is still going on peacefully and festively. I heard the music coming in. From her intron I can guess what song it is. Mas Nizam looked at me with a big smile. And, I myself blushed. I covered my laughter with my palms. I couldn't control the corner of my lips that kept wanting to smile.
Tu hi toh jannat meri, Tu hi mera junoon
The first lyrics were sung, everyone laughed joyfully. A thunderous applause greeted the next lyrics.
Tu hi to mannat merry, Tu hi rooh ka sukoon
Tu hi aakhion ki thandak, tu hi dil ki hai dastak
Aur kuch na janu mein, bus itna hi jaanu
Tujh mein rab dikta hai
Yaara mein kya karu
Tujh mein rab dikta hai
Yaara mein kya karu
Sajdhe sar jukhta
Yaara mein kya karu
Tujh mein rab dikta hai
Yaara mein kya karu
Source: kompas.com
Half the song is finished, followed by a female voice that makes everyone look for the source from where. It turned out that Ning Alalah was singing the next lyrics, using female version lyrics. He stood from my left side standing. From the very end of the chair, he approached me while singing. He made a smile for me. Then give me the microphone.
"Haaa?" I laugh. Refused it. I avoided being able to sing. But, he kept thrusting his microphone at me. And, inevitably I try to connect as much as I can. I repeated the lyrics from the beginning which should have been in the lyrics na kuch ball. My voice is ordinary. I can't mimic the good-looking clutches Ning Ala has exemplified. But, I tried to keep my voice from sounding discordant. I wear a tone that tends to be flat. I use my feelings to sweeten my overly ordinary voice.
Na Kuch Poocha's
Na Kuch Maanga's
Tune Dil Se Diya Jo Diya
Na Kuch Ball
Na Kuch Tola's
Diya Muskuraake Jo Diya
Everyone gasp. Ning Ala beside me, looking at me.
Tujh mein rab dikta hai
Yaara mein kya karu
Sajdhe sar jukhta
Yaara mein kya karu
Tujh mein rab dikta hai
Yaara mein kya karu
In the ref, Mas Nizam brought the lyrics to completion. She took a tone lower than me or my voice would sink into her much more beautiful voice.
I wasn't done breathing, clapping was not done, music was playing again. I hit Mas Nizam's arm. Looks like he wants to prank me. The song was popularized by Lesti.
(Mas Nizam)
Bismillah By Mentioning the Name of God
Allow Me, Love You
The Road On His Ridhoi
(I)
Bismillah By Mentioning the Name of God
I Pray for You to Be My Soulmate
The Leader of My Life
(Mas Nizam)
God willing I Take Care of You
With all my Love
Life And My Eyes
(I)
God willing, I Will Keep My Honor
Being a Companion In A Destiny of Love
Source: musixmatch
Mas Nizam grabbed me.
"Thank you for listening to our song" he said.
The event concluded with prayers by Kiai Kariim and Kiai Hafidz. The whole family, nawaning, gawagis, kuyaha, the nyai bu, friends, the santri who are pleased, the gambus team called to be asked not to leave the place because there is still a photo session together. It was almost eleven o'clock at night.
Tired. Sultry. Hungry stomach.
Thank ye. The Walimah show is over, yes... The next romantic episode.. 😁🤭 Thanks for coming and taking photos together.. 💋5, we have a
