FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 84 "Morning Talk"

*Hafizah Palace

Ba'da morning prayers pilgrims with santri daughter I called Mbak Ufi who this morning suddenly uzur syar'i. I still want to wear sandals that have been lined up neatly by students who volunteer to arrange sandals santri-santri who are praying worship.

"Sir, sent to meet Abah."

"Wow," my inner. I definitely wanted to ask for an offer yesterday the day after.

"Splash! After this we have to cook the son's breakfast."

"What cooking, Ma'am?" my question is as I begin to step.

"Lodeh and tempe mendoan."

"Which nemenin we cook the santri yesterday?"

"hey are. Santri who was sent to cook in ndalem was not just any santri. Unless they come home."

Still wearing a mukena, I approached the kiai in the special room where Kiai muthalaah was.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" salamku. I was first sent to meet him here. This door was often closed even though there was no one inside.

When the door was opened, a pleasant smell of the night immediately penetrated my nostrils. It seemed like it was indeed a special place that not just anyone could enter. But, it turns out that Kiai told me to come in. I'm mistaken. I'm a little stealing glances around. A room similar to a library. The glass case contained books and there were some championship trophies that I thought were won by Gus Fakhar. I also found a 12 R landscape-shaped photo on display to my right. A picture of us holding a baby and surrounded by men wearing robes and turban on the head. If not Ning Tsaniya huh Gus Fakhar. I couldn't pay any more attention. Kiai asked me to sit down without looking at me. He was still down, reading the book.

I sit.

"Saw naji?" (Nsaw?)

"Shopper, Bah." (Not yet, Bah)

"Najai kui patent. Sampek santri ora tahu njai. Repotmu koyo ngopo, dadkno njai wis koyo perkoro your must. Cedek karo Koran kui bungahne ati, Nduk. One of the important ones is niate naji. Nuprih rahman Rahime Gusti Allah."

Translated: (Saw is patent. Don't let santri never pay a salary. Serepot what you are, make teaching like your mandatory thing. Close to the Koran is happy, Nduk. Seeking the love of God)

"God."

Kiai Bahar shifted something on the table. That's Mr. Nizam's patrem. My guess is correct.

"Sampeyan wis salat isikharah?"

Translation: (Have you prayed istikharah?)

I'm shaking.

"Opo wis duwe answer?"

Translation: (Do you have an answer?)

I was silent while looking down.

"Nduk, lek sampeyan want mature neng Ibuk ndak opo-opo. Ibuk gadhah HP nopo mboten?"

Translate: (Nduk, if you want to talk to Ibuk it's okay. I have HP, don't I?)

"Mboten gadhah, Bah." (Not got, Bah)

"Sampeyan wants to hang?"

"Yesterday I sent a message to Mr. Nizam to meet Ibuk. Maybe in a few days they'll be here, Bah."

"Yes uwis. Sedurunge yawang, ngajio dik!"

Translated: (Yes already. Before helping, njai first)

I retreat without a shingle. So far, I have often asked him for condolences. More because of my feeling. Out of the room, I open Gus Fakhar's room. Bu nyai immediately called me after knowing that I was passing by.

"Your house?"

Step backwards. I showed the head.

"Jupukno banyu compressors, Nduk!"

Translate: (Take compressed water, Nduk!)

I tiptoed to the room. Remove mukena and replace it with a rectangular hijab. Then, into the kitchen.

"What big basin?"

"That's above," replied Ufi Ma'am who had started cooking.

"Make what?"

"Gus Fakhar has a fever."

"Yes." Yeah."

"So before dawn, anyway, Gus Fakhar asked me to ask you to make him some more tea. Delicious said. Make it all up, gih!"

"Cieeeee." Someone threw a word. Santri the cook.

"Husss. Gus Fakhar has a wife. Ulya is still home permission. I heard from the conversation of Bu Nyai and Mbak Ulya yesterday lo, tomorrow if not the day after they both want to buy as hand. How big is their marriage?"

"I'll go there first." I ignored the Ufi babble.

I slowly approached the lady. Gus Fakhar was wrapping himself in a blanket up to his chest. Suddenly he opened his eyes.

"Are you, Za?" said slowly.

I just looked at him without smiling. From that look, either I caught it wrong or something. He looked at me differently. He told me to sit next to the lady.

"Get me something to eat, Mik?" my many.

"Oh, iyo, kink. All nggo ngombe medicine," reply bu nyai.

Translated: (Oh, yes, you can. All to take medicine)

"The god too, Za," pinta Gus Fakhar.

I came back in less than ten minutes. But, nyai's mom wasn't in the room. My steps stopped near the door. I doubt. Stay alone in the room. The conotation will look bad. Many regulations are encouraged in this boarding school, including attitudes between men and women. But, Gus Fakhar knew of my arrival. He even told me to go in and put the rice and the glass on the table.

"Excuse me, Gus."

I'll be heading back. Quickly leave the room. But, Gus Fakhar called me.

"Za, if you're confused about talking to Abah, I'll help you. Do not force love. I got a message from Mas Yazeed. He's coming here with Ratna. And, he also has other needs he said."

The news makes me happy. Besides I will meet Ratna, I will also meet Yazeed.

"Sopo sing arepe?" (Who will be here?) ask bu nyai while approaching the rice on the table.

"Mas Yazeed, Mik."

Nyai ma'am looks at me. "Putrane Kiai Thaha, Nduk."

"I just found out Yazeed's father's name. He is also a gus. All the descendants of the pesantren he said, right, are called so. And if Gus Fakhar calls mas, it means he's younger than Yazeed. Duh, Gus Yazeed I mean," my inner.

"Mik, just do the activities. I can do it myself. Shame to see Iza." Gus Fakhar smiled faintly.

"Yes uwis. Obate age-age dandruff."

Translated: (Yes already. The medicine is fast to drink)

I walked out of Gus Fakhar's room. Again he kept me from leaving.

"Za, I want a story. Listen to my story." And, again, his very gentle gaze paused my steps away. I realized that look was attentive. But why did he give it to me?

I sit.

"Za?"

I looked at him. We looked at him in silence.

"How do you think Ulya is?"

"He's good, Gus. The devil knows better than me. I've known you for a month."

"I don't know, Za. Do you think I deserve him?"

"Whoever is a match, he must have been chosen by God's hand, Gus."

"You said it too."

I'm not responding.

"You'll definitely accept whoever you're dating?" He concluded.

"It's possible, Gus. I haven't thought of it."

"People like me must have been betrothed. That's common. If you want to reject Abah's offer, you're honest. I'll help you. Reaching that degree of sincerity is not easy, Za. To decide the matter of worship for a lifetime it needs careful thought."

"The agent must have been weighing up when he received the match."

"While I look like this, in sincerity I still have to learn. By giving up my own desires. But, you don't have to, Za. From the way you responded to my question, you don't want to accept Abah's offer, do you?"