FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 5 “Menjelma Bidadar”
*Nizami's Ibban
In Singolatren.
A small salaf pesantren with santri does not reach fifty. It's on the edge of the asphalt road. Three hundred yards from there. Somewhat get in through the dusty road.
In front of the pesantren were only installed placards Pesantren Darul Falah, special tahfiz pesantren santri putri and some santri putra who served in the tenth and ndalem Ummik Nur. Tilawah and naji kabelam activities only serve as extracurricular activities.
As soon as I came, the one-meter-and-a-half-high front gate was still closed. I shook it so it opened quickly. There are women who just justify the hijab squeezing the bell of activity. It looks like half of the two-meter-high gate was opened. He gave a cue to the woman behind him to move the entire santri. The woman inside came out, while the woman who pushed bel— named Mbak Ala— approached me with a bow.
I'm not talking.
“Ngapunten, Tad. We just had an alumulan with Ummik. Sudden. But, Ma'am Ulih Nuha is already in the hall. Mature (say) to Ummik if the panjenengan has come, Tad.” He explained before I asked.
“Yes, Ma'am. I wait at musala.”
“Ngapunten, Tad.”
“Iya.”
Musala on my right side is not so big— is adjacent to the two-story ndalem Ummik Nur. I entered directly took the place that has been prepared—small table and prayer mat on the carpet. Along with my gaze that led out, appeared there Ma'am Ala with a tray. His knees slowly touched the floor when it was two meters in front of me.
I touched the microphone in front of me. “Mbak, the microphone can what not this?”
He looked to his right side. “Oh, it hasn't been turned on, Tad.” Then, put two glasses, water and warm tea. The manager will certainly not forget to treat his teachers in such a way.
“Matur suwun, Mbak Ala. Yes, Ms Ala, right?”
He nodded with a slight smile. “Upload, Tad.”
I sipped the tea. Early mornings like this are the best to drink warm. Moreover, which also treats santri graceful like Mbak Ala.
Ma'am Ala was standing when she got to the door frame. Instantly, he collided with the sisters who were in a position to enter the musala. One by one they entered facing the long benches until full. The Koran that was being held was placed.
I began with greetings, alawasulan to the scholars and teachers who have returned to Rahmatullah, and chanting of the temple of nazam kalamun qadimun.
“Yesterday maqra’ is already khatam. Now replace the last page of Al-Kahfi. Or, there are other maqra’ proposals that are okay. As usual Mbak-Mbak can request.”
Santri who happened to cross my eyes instead smiled shyly. He whispered to santri next to him.
“Monggo!”
I glanced at those faces one by one. But, they are silent. In the end they will always nyumanggaaken or crumble (picking or mouthed) the teacher.
“Mbak Ala has a proposal?”
Mbak Ala, the santri whose ability dominates the most. He who looks more qualified balance other santri-santri. Be aware. He has often won the district's adult tilawah. At least for maqra’ open read definitely can directly. (I mean maqra’ open read is a letter that will be read without any preparation. At musabaqah tilawatil qur’an juvenile tilawah branch is given 24 hours to prepare the letter to be contested, while the adult tilawah branch is only given ten minutes preparation before going to the stage of the race)
“Manut goes with only.”
“Ngeh. Open Al-Kahfi only.”
Simultaneous movement opens the Koran sheet. Then, look at me seriously. Their eyes are straight.
“Who is the queen of arab songs?”
What I saw was smiling again. So does Mbak Ala who also seems to not know the answer.
“Ummi Kalsum possible,” santri chirps near window. He closed his mouth as I tried to find his eyes.
“Who, Ma'am?”
“Um-mi Kalsum.” He became doubtful.
“Iya true. He is known as Sayyidatul Qhina’ Al-Araby. He's not qari’ah. But, the legendary Egyptian qasidah singer who at that time his songs were rich in variations of songs tilawah version of the Koran. Actually seven nagham bayyati, shaba, hejaz, rast, sika, jiharka, nahawand, can also be applied in the songs gambus, qasidah, nasyid. It's just that if not observed jelly, the variety of nagham it will not be visible.”
A little explanation started the meeting this morning. On the song bayyati answered, I appointed several santri including Mbak Ala to imitate. The tone of the medium tiers was landing perfectly. But, because Mbak Ala already has its own peculiarities of variation, the variation in the middle of the verse turns into its own variation.
The remaining fifty minutes are just enough to arrive at the song bayyati suri. We end it by reading together the temple salatullahi wa salam ‘ala man uhiyal qur’an.
Ma'am Ala and her two friends still live in the musala.
“Mbak, you this year departed the race to the Province, yes?”
“Call, yes. Insyallah this October in Madura.”
“After dong.”
“Iya.”
“Pantesan you diligently ba’da dawn.”
My steps stopped.
“Mbak Ala?”
Neck raised.
Approaching me. “Yes, Tadz? What is it, nggih?”
“Ehm...God willing.”
“An adult pool branch?”
“Insyaallah so. Ustadz join qira branch’at sab’ah if not wrong.”
“Iya. It turns out you came too. Yesterday it didn't seem like you were sent?”
“Not. I'm STQ is champion two, Tadz. But, because the first champion does not allow to be sent, then I am sent. I also remember a month ago.”
“Exercise continues, yes. Drink plenty of dew water.”
“God willing I also regularly drink egg yolk and honey.”
“Malah nice it is. Sound power to get stronger. Origin no complaints cholesterol.”
She smiles. “Alhamdulillah no.”
Rabi’ah Aladawiyah his name. Santri who had met me since I was first given Ummik Nur Fatimah, sometimes looks charming because of the talent he has. But that's the only advantage I know of. His ability in the madrasah earlyayah, his laughter as a santri, and how much he wanted to serve the nyai maam has nothing I know as well.
I waltz away. Ma'am Ala and his friends are still continuing the conversation in the musala. Coincidentally Ummik Nur is in front of the terrace holding Gus Alif who is still four years old. I went to say hello to him.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Ummik?”
“Wa’alaikumsalam, Kang.”
“Where are you going, Mik?”
“Buy his toy Dek Alif this lo.”
Ummik Nur Fatimah is still young. Probably forty-five fewer.
Ummik walked to the musala.
Although not yet called, Mbak Ala rushed out. Sitting below facing Ummik Nur.
“Mbak Ala, the clothesline Ummik please lift. The dried sampeyan put it in the basket. Cart in room.”
“Inggeh, Mik.” Then, wash the hands of Ummik Nur.
Ummik riding a motorbike with Gus Alif. Gave me a smile before the helmet closed. Motor speed away.
Ma'am Ala shuffled to ndalem.
“Delivered, Ma'am?”
“Delivered yesterday afternoon clothesline, Tadz. Ngapunten.” He's down.
I walked out to give him a way.
Two santri out the gate will buy breakfast right next to the cottage. Warung santri subscription if the lazy santri eat cooked mbak-mbak scheduled picket cooking. They're talking about something. While passing beside them, I could hear what they were talking about.
“That's why Mbak Ala's a regular donor of the cottage. I heard that from the manager. Treasurer section. Therefore, the ration of rice that must be carried each of us sambangan so reduced the dose.”
“Free reduced by half kilo.”
“Lumayanlah.”
“Donation of staple?”
The next conversation was getting more and more inaudible. Our distance is too far.
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This story is mixed. Not pure like Ranaa's Palms. The background is thorough. Not focused on the pesantren. InshaAllah pesantrenan will be discussed in detail again in chapter 50 and above.
The characters are still played the same.
- Hibban Al - Asyam
- Rana Hafizah
nawi Muhammad Badrus Salih
indadzil 'Arsyi Makin
- Ratna Jamilah
- Wardah Kang Nawi's
Salma Rubia Salim
- Bu Nyai Hindun
arash Ilhami Hakeem
However, with different statuses and different relationships again. As a character omitted and will be raised other characters/natures that I did not appear in the TTR story. So, enjoy yourself.
