FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 20 “Eat Night”

*Nizami's Ibban

The sound in the kitchen. The money was smelled from my room. Since my stomach was hungry, I approached my mother there. Meanwhile, Nurin was solemn in front of the television while still in silence.

“Buk, what do you want to cook with?”

“It's busy again to save money, Zam. So, the dinner is just oseng vegetable noodles and fried tempeh this afternoon Ibuk heat up again.”

“Why should I save, Buk? Mother can cook as much. Would I like to eat out with Nurin?”

“You, right, will soon be moving. Ibuk yesterday-yesterday already said the terms of you move it, you bring a son-in-law for Ibuk, Zam. If you guys are suitable and I like it, you must get married immediately. Save it because it.”

“Buk, Nizam is not married.”

“If view exists?”

“Ya.ada, Buk.”.

“Agreement to apply?” Ibuk girang first.

Nurin suddenly appeared.

“Why?” my many.

“Drink, Paklek.” He opened the refrigerator door. Take cold water there.

“Ngger, if you drink mbokyo do not keep cold, O Allah. Your body has stretched.”

I looked at Nurin's cheeks, arms, and legs. It looks like bread and mangroves. I hug him. I bit his hand.

“Content, Paklek. Not funny. Not food, iiiiih.” He's trying to let go. The bottle in his hand almost fell because he was caving. Not yet a drink.

“You're fatigued,” I said later.

“No need to come to dinner, yes. Then add the bread. This arm makes Paklek hungry.”

Kissed cheeks.

“Scented pack.” He's breaking away.

I'll get you a plate. Ibuk will present his oseng mienya there. Just frying tempeh.

“For Ibuk, Masmu's decision to divorce was very hurtful Ibuk, Zam. Ibuk hopes that after this, you really bring a daughter-in-law for Ibuk. Yes, even though Ibuk is not too old, but I've always wanted to see you sitting in the pelaminan. You can successfully buy your own car. Nyantri's been a long time. How long have you been tabarukan in your pesantren and in Singolatren? Already established. Organizational experience can. MTQ race here and there. The experience of love that has not. My mother is enough with everything you have. I think your knowledge to build a household is enough. You are very mature, Zam.”

“Pangestune only, Buk.”

“Lhoh if the blessing prayer is certain, Zam. That's the room. I really want to marry or not. Try to be honest with Ibuk.”

“Pripun (how), yes, Buk.”

So far, I myself have not been able to judge for sure whether I am actually ready to build a household or not. Everything my mother said was true. What I have never felt is the experience of love. But that doesn't mean I don't know what it is. In fact, I have known him for a long time through the love of my mother and the novels I have read over the years. If there is no woman on the side, there is nothing steady in the heart, it does not mean that I am not ready for marriage. I've prepared the criteria. In some of the women I looked at, that criterion was partly in. Because, for me giving birth to love for women other than mother is also not easy.

“That Nurin is noisy with whom?” muttered.

“I'll look a minute, ngggeh.”

I'm going to the living room.

“You, Tik. What's up?”

“Who, Zam?” yell ibuk.

“Tika, Buk.” Kubalas.

“Nurin, Ma'am Tika told to sit down, Deck!” I precede the sit.

Nurin pulled Mustika's hand to sit down.

“Iya. Thank you, Mas.”

“It..I came here to give you yesterday.”

I furrowed my eyebrows.

He's handing out a piece of paper.

“The poem?”

“You really made it for me?”

I pulled that HVS sheet of paper.

I'll just take a quick look.

“Good read overview. I will read it again. Thanks.”

“Sama-sama, Mas.”

“Then it is..”

“Numbered, Buk. But, this is overkill. I am also just a neighbor here. Not a guest far.”

While putting down the dishes, she said,

“Nak Wardah it sinden and famous dancer. So, it must be pinter. I'm happy for anyone who visits here.”

Mother smiled. Back to get the plate.

“I ndak good with Ibuknya Mas Nizam if salted. Anytime if I come here, ask for regular help, yes, Mas.”

“This is normal, Tik. My mother just cooked. His intention is to eat. Coincidentally you came.”

“Oooh, gitu.”

“I heard from the people you applied to?”

“Kok has arrived to Mas Nizam?” tanyanya spontaneous.

“Means right?”

“Halah, Mom. That is what you want, Father. Father it is so.”

“You yourself how?”

“I...a-kuu..I am confused, Mas.”.

“Mbak Wardah with Paklek Nizam only. Fit,” chirps Nurin.

It seems Nurin understands what we are talking about. I told him to step out in front of the television. He complied while pouting.

I put the plate down. Shift the HVS paper.

“What's this, Zam?”

“Writing, Buk,” I replied.

“Owalah.”

I gave the plate to Mustika and to me. Let Mustika take the rice first. I knew he would definitely resist until I was the one who preceded.

“Come, Tik! No need to worry.”

“Nak Wardah sounds good. Learn to tilawah with Nizam lo.”

I swallowed the first chew. “Yesterday the plan was so, Buk. Before I move, if he wants he can come with me to pesantren.”

“When did Mas Nizam get there? I want to know also how the atmosphere in pesantren.” He still took half a barrel of rice.

“Lusa.”

“I try to come, yes, Mas. But, who am I leaving with?”

“Can ride motor?”

“No, Mas. Bicycle can.”

“You're just looking at how?”

“Do not know the place.”

“I give you directions. Just go with Nurin rather than you alone.”

Before going to bed, I crybaby (breathe with gibberish) qiroat sab’ mujawwad. Putting aside regular time before bed to prepare for the race, which was originally held in October, turned out to be changed in November. Out of one maqra’, I open another maqra’ that I randomized just like that.

“Mbak Ala what does represent Banyuwangi?” my inner. There was a beautiful voice in my head. Tucked between the notes of the bayyati suri.

“If for example I move, it might be good if I give it to him. But, does he want to about? He is also very capable,” I thought later.

Turn on the phone on the table. I opened the contact, drove down the cottage's phone number.

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum, Mbak?”

“Wa’alaikumussalam. Sorry, what's up, Ustaz?”

“Mbak Ala is there? Want to talk to us for a minute.”

I heard the sound of people crashing down then. I remember that voice, Ma'am Ala.

“Sorry, Ustadz. Mbak Alanya is still training with santri-santri at musala. What to call?”

“Yes is no longer necessary. Tomorrow then. Thank you, Ma'am.”

Closed directly.

Rabi’ah Al - Idawiyah. The teachings of the mahabbah and raja’ have been grounded from age to age. She remains famous as a strong figure of female sufism. I came back to know the name through a santri who was then called Mbak Ala. Although there is no steadiness who he really is, but the name Ala always reminds me of the character.