FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 200 "Heroja Love"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Fold my face fast. It turns out that he continued his own prayer. His hands held up for a long time. I'm already so sleepy. My eyelids are heavy. I yawned again. I lay down first. I spread out a thick blanket that had just been taken out of the closet. My sleeping position is a bit tipped. Kulirik him for a second. He's still praying. What did he pray for that long? Will he pray that I will soon be able to fall on him? Does he pray for me to finish my memorization? Did he ask God for blessing that I be allowed to go to college and memorize at the same time. I yawned again.

As she stood folding the prayer mat and putting down her coffee, then changed into her nightgown without going to the bathroom, my chest was throbbing uncontrollably. I covered my face with a blanket. I'm hiding there.

I'm tilting to the right. Deflecting his sitting position on the edge of the bed now. He quickly lay down while releasing a long moaning sigh. He must be very tired too. I also heard it evaporate twice. I will continue to position like this because I am worried if it tilts to the left.

"Nonsense here is okay. I'm not gonna bite you." So said.

But, that thump still rules me.

"I want to say something. Just step away." She begged.

I turned the position without shifting. "What by the way?"

He also tilted to the right. "Are you sleepy?"

I'm nodding.

"Banget?"

I nodded again.

"So, she's sleeping then."

"Yes." Yeah." I turned back to position again.

After a few minutes I had not been closed, I felt my body warm. He whispered in my ear. The debar is so. I'm really uncomfortable. Kuremas.

"I can be honest?"

With my silence, I hope he understands.

"In fact I wish we could do a newlywed sunnah even if not now. Maybe after a few days we go back to Banyuwangi."

Nyut! The vibration is fast. I freaked. But my body is getting warmer. Locked up.

"I just want to talk about it. By the way, it's okay if I take off the hijab. Later you will be sultry if you sleep wearing a gini hijab."

I want to say no. But, what is my day. He has the power to do anything to me. I'm letting. He brushed my hair everywhere.

"Good sleep. Don't forget the prayer." He kissed my head from behind.

"Toward here!"

"What?" I turned the position slowly. Staring scared.

He grabbed my head. Poking her lips on my forehead. Somewhat long. Then, I don't know what to pray. Just the hissing sounds not so clear. He widened his smile before telling me to take the position like before. His last treatment earlier, I felt like he was also trying to treat me like a little sister. Perhaps more precisely the treatment of young women. I can tell which love smells with lust or which does not.

By dawn. I woke up first. Maybe less than ten minutes more azan reverberated. Outside the room was starting to get crowded. I choose not to move. I let my eyes blink until my eyes are not faint anymore. I'm actually still sleepy. And, I just realized that it turns out my position changed direction and now it is middle. While he remained with his henchmen still on the edge. Sleep on your back with your head tilted to the right. Until then, Azan was heard, he was still awake in his dream. I stared at him for a long time. I decided to join him alone if he asked. I wanted to wake her up, but was confused in what way. In fact, the praises were moaning so loudly. He slept like a statue. I didn't even hear her breath.

It seems that if left alone, we can be late. Maybe because we were newlyweds, no one dared to knock on the door. I thought for a moment. There's no way I'm touching it. Later I thought I was giving a code. I'll take my salary. I played the Arabic song al-hubb fi shumti on the yutub. Half volume. I put my salary between us. Surprisingly he did not wake up either. I grinned in astonishment. One song with a louder volume.

I'm looking for another song. Ahahah! I'm looking for tilawah. Perhaps his appearance in Pamekasan yesterday was in the yutub. Maybe he could wake up after hearing his own voice. And, after the song spun to a high note, his forehead began to move. He's wriggling.

"Whose voice is this really ugly?" half a half-tuning.

He rubbed his eyes. Putting both hands.

"Who do you think rich people know me? Looky!"

I'm pulling my way. I laughed at.

"Tumben early in the morning tilawahan?"

"Yes, his ears are rich in mushrooms."

He's snapping at me. "See whose voice was that? No stranger."

"The world's ugliest man."

"It's lo."

He was also laughing. "Do you understand my voice?"

"Ih, I'm mboten."

"That's what I chose to do in Pamekasan yesterday."

"Let's wake up this."

He smiled strangely again. His smile was threatening in a joke.

We are the dawn worshipers. Then, get out of the room without a shower. We decided to take a shower after breakfast. As soon as we got out, the family gathered in the living room.

"Eh, newlyweds. Is her hair wet?" chirps brother.

Kontan everything looked. I looked at the santri, they giggled while throwing a glance at me.

"Surely yes Brother," my inner. Sebal.

I went back to the room, while Mas Nizam joined them. I wear my instant veil. I'm coming back.

Brother whispered to Mas Nizam, but deliberately raised his voice. "Not yet what are you, Mas?"

Ummik and mom laughed quite loudly. Eldest Mbak kebablasan to ngakak. Then, she patted her thigh to control the sound.

Luckily Mas Nizam just smiled. I want to beat my bad brother. I throw a stern look at him. Let someone else look at me childishly.

"Maclums. Ten years is rich. Ngalem," he added again. Fakhar's real brother he's a very jail person.

Mas Nizam. He gestured for me to sit next to him. I chose to sit next to you. I'm afraid my brother will take care of me worse. I put my head on my shoulder. Hugging too.

"It's ngaleman."

I stick out my tongue.

"Wis nduwe bojo kok sek nggubet Abahe," said Abah slowly.

Translation: (Had a husband who still hugged Abah)

"It's okay, Bah."

"Sing manut lo yo, Nduk Cah Ayu."

Translation: (Which obeys lo ya, Nduk Cah Ayu)

I'm nodding.

One by one they got up. Bathing excursions, out for fresh air, a walk to the princess cottage, or njai in the mosque. Mas Nizam also moved. Directions to the kitchen. He brought back one plate with a mound of rice and quite a lot of side dishes.

"This is what's called hunger after a night of power" he said again. Nyelonong. Because of her careless words, I was ashamed to stare at people. Moreover, mbak-mbak santri must also be eavesdropping. They also giggled after my brother said.

The sound system is turned on again. One song played. Zaujati.

"Take the zaujati, here I bribe." He's cross-legged in front of me. He ate a spoonful first, then fed me. I didn't really want to open my mouth, but you ordered me not to let Mas Nizam hang his hand for long.

Stopped at three joists. I'm not so tasteful.

"Yes Asthma', eat again huh? Aaaaac?" Calls seduce.

Abah smile. "Lek Asma' bint Yazid iku yo isinan, but ndak aleman," dhawuh abah.

Translation: (If Asma' bint Yazid is shy, but not spoiled)

"Noah. No more eating."

We finally finished breakfast together. In fact, he also brought me some drinking water.

Morning, guys. Yok breakfast. Cook what? Breakfast Fizah plus vegetables are a lot to be healthy always. _____😅🙏