FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 199 "Wind of Night"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

All the invitations have gone home. They give the best greetings, prayers and advice for the survival of our household. Meanwhile, the kiai, bu nyai, the gus and ning, still taking pictures. And so they gave their best prayers. Some of the ning who are not married, ask for prayers so that they can follow soon and get blessings with the holding of walimahan tonight.

I glanced at Yazeed who was standing at the very end in line with the people shaking hands. He fixed his expression a few times. Looks kind of nervous. I didn't get to look at him for too long. I always have to provide a big smile for the people who love me.

As soon as it was Yazeed's turn in front of me, we were stunned. I don't know how to start talking. Half waited for him to start first. Mas Nizam even moved away. Patting my shoulders while pointing towards the buffet table. I bowed for a moment.

"I...."

We laughed. We just say it at the same time. I gave him a smile. He did, but still looked stiff and contrived. I waited for him to talk.

"You go first."

"No, Yaz. You just."

"You, Ning."

"Tumben call me that?"

A call that sounds weird if he's the one calling. I half laughed at him.

"It's okay. I should've called you that, right?"

It's like I'm not talking to Yazeed. His attitude was much warmer now. Her voice softened. Not like when he talked me home that night at my mother's house.

"But, right, I still call you Yaz."

"It's okay. You can call me by any call. As you please."

"Yaz, if it's my fault for you so much, I'm sorry, yeah."

"Tonight you were amazing.."

"Hmm?" My eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, no no. You and Nizam. You guys have succeeded in making everyone fascinated."

Why did he switch the conversation? He just ignored my apology. I don't repeat it anymore. Who knows, he does not want to discuss anything that brings up our feelings in the past.

"Thank you.hmm.because you came here."

"OKAY. I'll go home first. You should be happy."

"Ufi's mother was very kind, Yaz. He is cheerful, royal, humble, and hardworking type. Beautiful too. You should be happy because you have chosen the right woman. You didn't find him first, Yaz?"

"So I've met."

"Say he's ashamed to see you. In fact, at first I told her to put on makeup earlier. But she still looks pretty, doesn't she?" I deliberately wanted to stir his taste.

"All women are beautiful. Take good care of yourself. I'm h-home. Plenty of prayer, memorization, and.and I'm waiting to hear the news."

A momongan?

"Oh.iya. Yes insyaallah. Careful."

He's nodding. Go without a greeting.

An hour later.

At 23.35 WIB.

There are still a lot of people out there. Sounds santri-santri son will stay up until somehow at what time. The music has been turned off since. In the kitchen is also still noisy santri moan tired and joking until the chuckling is quite loud. Lirih heard the singing of some parts of the lyrics of the song Zaujati sung by Mas Nizam earlier. The frivolous brothers sang it while giggling. Meanwhile, the middle room already looked neater. The fairies had already come home after they had eaten and cleaned things up. Then, the brothers were still chatting in the living room with abah and ummik. I wanted to join, but they all told me and Mas Nizam to take a break. My brother teases me with an annoying glance.

"We pray first."

My room has been moved next to ummik's. It was bigger and there was a bathroom inside. Mas Nizam locked the door.

"Wudu, you know, Mas." I opened a little window in my room.

"It's night don't get too much wind."

"Don't open it a little."

He's in the bathroom.

Kupandang straight. Suddenly I found him lying on my empty bed. I saw him beside me who after I saw no one. I also heard his voice acting out between the gusts of the discordant night wind. It was like whispering, but it sounded loud. I can't tell which inner voice I have or I'm ringing with the past. His face slipped between my eyes. Transparent, but as if it were real. I didn't lose it because he's still there. What I mean is the feeling that caused him to be suddenly present even though I didn't want him here. I wish he had let me go. His return just put a slick in my chest. Her smile left a question in my mind. The message was as if tonight was the last night she could talk to me. And so, when the bathroom door opened, I remembered tonight who I would end the night with. He is the soul mate God has sent me.

I still open the window in half. I let the discordant night breeze tear the tip of my veil. The singing is not poetic, but it is also not very sad. It should be blowing fast, even joking. Some gushed from the south, but some from the east.

Someone whispered, then hummed right in my right earlobe. He repeated the zaujati song he had sung earlier. Half my body warms up. Nyut! Vibrate all over the nerves. I held the iron window tight. I have to be able to hold on. I'm muzzling. My heart is not beating normally anymore. A fragrant aroma poured out from his clothes.

"Mas, I want wudu first."

"I haven't." either."

I looked to the right. I swallowed spit. Both of his eyes were wide awake. I immediately turned away.

"Wudu first!"

"It's wudu, but it's off because of you."

"Get hold on to you first, Mom."

"Yes, you're done with it."

"That's why?"

He smiled strangely. Then, walk from my side. After two minutes he came out. I took my towels, change of clothes, and my parfume body spray to the bathroom.

"I'm waiting, yeah. Don't dawdle. Ten minutes I count from now. One..two..three."

"Why the hell?" my inner. In line with his sometimes annoying attitude. The real thing might be a bitch.

After I came out, he immediately looked at me, "Totally long. Five minutes of excess. Fines, yes."

"Eh, mboten-mboten (no-no). There is no agreement. How's to?" I'm sulking. I don't care about my attitude.

"Joking, Yes Zaujatas Salihah."

I saw him preparing two prayer mats that had been held facing the Qibla. He told me to pray magrib and isya first. Then later the sunnah prayer. I finished the prayer, he rose to his position as priest.

Instead of focusing on prayer, his voice disturbed my confusion. I have trouble keeping my mind. I was actually tired and sleepy too. Thank goodness he didn't read long letters. The first rakaat al-Kautsar and al-ikhlas. Prayers are not long, only salawat and three times rabbana, one of which is rabbana hablana min azwajina wa zurriyyyatina qurrata a'yuniw waj'alna lil muttaqina imama.