FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 90 "Gus Fakhar's Call"

*Hafizah Palace

Ba'da dawn ndalem is always empty. Kiai, bu nyai, and Gus Fakhar are activities with santri. Because it's Sunday, I mopped the ndalem and curated the bathroom. Then, Ufi Ma'am and other santri called the manager were cooking meatballs. There is his meat specialist, Mbak Ufi himself. He said he was smart, but I have never tried it because this menu is also rarely served. It can be three weeks every weekend. Then, I had a visit to ndalem. Last night we slept together in the guest room of the princess's cottage.

Santri and I the messenger nyai did it. Pretty tired because I had to drain three bathrooms in the private room of the mother, Gus Fakhar, and the kitchen bathroom. Then, santri named Mbak Nuansi first mopped the room. We started at four o'clock because we were lost. Hour passed. I'm done draining it, just waiting for the water in the bath full. I immediately helped Mbak Nuansa continue dry mopping.

"Sir, mending you directly mop the living room and terrace only."

"That?" I'm nodding. "Yes already."

I stepped into the living room. Gus Fakhar appeared in the middle of the door. Step inside.

"Gus, I'm missing my new bathroom."

"My bathroom?" Bummer.

I nodded innocently.

"Dam."

"So all the dirty clothes scattered in the room and bathroom I have made one. I've soaked all of you."

"Everything?" Sure again.

"Enggeh. What's up, Gus? I was sent by Nyai's mother."

"Oh, that. Next time don't. I usually run myself."

"Enggeh."

"The water is full yet?"

"At least half of it, Gus."

Gus Fakhar went straight away.

I mopped the living room.

Five minutes Gus Fakhar is back. I saw him holding a mop-pelan.

"I'm helping, Za."

"No, Gus."

"It's okay."

"No, Gus."

"Silent you. Helped even nag." Gus Fakhar did what he liked. I can't prevent.

"I'm not happy with Miss Nyai, Gus."

"Yes already. Tell me I want to mop. Do not be complicated that way," he replied while dipping the mop tool into clean water.

We finally finished it both. Work is indeed faster before santri activities are completed. So, mom nyai and I didn't know Gus Fakhar helped me mop up. But, I'm huffing. But, maybe Gus Fakhar also helped on Mbak Ufi when doing his job.

"Where's your bus?"

"Still in the guest room, Gus."

"Iz, I thank you for talking to me."

"I mean genengan?"

"You're aware? You used to be like ice. By the way, it's never been this much. Now I feel like I'm talking to Ufi. Signs you're getting used to it."

Gus Fakhar is right. I don't know why myself. The more he talked to me, the closer I got, the more I got used to it. With the record I keep my distance.

"Thank you, yeah."

"Don't thank you, Gus."

"Thank you."

"I didn't do anything, Gus."

"Just thank you."

I'm silent.

"You just have to say yes, it's hard." He's laughing at me.

I'm a little confused as to how to respond. I can't be in front of him. Fear of being pretentious. But I can't be fun either.

"What can you cook? The one you are the best."

I thought for a moment.

"Fried rice? Sauteed noodles?"

"Both can, Gus."

"What if we had a cooking competition today? The easy one. I can't cook unless I fry rice and stir-fry. Fried rice is good."

"Haaa?"

And, I was so thinking is it possible that Gus Fakhar also ever invite Mbak Ufi cooking competition as well? I felt strange about the offer.

"Why? You mind?"

"Manut mawon (only), Gus."

"Sip. Jamaah zuhur, yes. Later in the afternoon Mas Yazeed and Ratna will be here."

"No. I usually read books. No papa. Refresh with dolanan equally you may."

"Excuse me to the kitchen, Gus."

I asked for a mop held by Gus Fakhar. I'm taking it to the back bathroom.

"Well done, Mommy?" ask Ufi Ma'am.

"Udah. The meat is already?" I asked while walking to the bathroom.

"That's still boiled the dough. Ten thumbs up, yes, Ma'am Iz."

I stepped out. "Try to judge."

Ma'am Nuance approached me. "Sir, just this time I saw Gus Fakhar help Mbak Ndalem mopping."

The head of Ufi Ma'am immediately turned his head. "Who is helping?"

"He." Mbak Nuansa pointed her thumb at me.

"Gee.. What's the matter? It's suspicious, Ms. Iz."

"Your children have never been helped by Gus Fakhar?"

"Joking with him, anyway, quite often. But, if samo sampek help us never e." Ufi's father replied.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am Fi, I'll end up borrowing the kitchen, yes."

"Why what?"

"Borrow anyway. Don't cook in the kitchen."

"You want what, anyway?" Mbak Nuansa curious.

"I'm going to the princess's cabin, Ma'am. I want to meet Ibuk."

Not been able to shower. My face is still unsettled. Body odor is also very bad. My clothes and skirt were wet. Exiting the side door, I cross paths with Mr. Nizam. He seems to be taking a morning walk.

He immediately greeted, "Mr?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's new?"

I'm silent for a moment. I said in doubt, "Ngepel."

"Fizah, once again I'm sorry."

"Should Mr. Nizam be honest to Ibuk."

"Honest?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry. Whatever your past may be, I really shouldn't have left you on the road with Ratna."

"I'm actually here. Excuse me first. Sorry."

I immediately dodged. He will definitely keep me talking. My mood always suddenly changed when I spoke to him. I'm still upset. I'm speeding up the pace.

I was teaching in my room. He still wears his body. Although naji ibuk is not at all fluent, even the short length is still a lot of improvement, I am happy to see my mother teaching. Rarely can I listen to it. Time is always up with work.

Ibuk. "It's hard to think who to. When did Ratna get here, Zah?"

I sit. "Later after the asar. God willing, Buk."

"Yes wis. Mercifully. Where to buy breakfast, Nduk?"

"Bakso's breakfast, Buk. Another hour is best prepared. I just wait. I'll bring it."

"That's your shirt, how do you swallow (wet)?"

"Switch and drain the bathroom. Hehe."

I hold my cheek. "Mugo-mugo is barakah."

"Aamiin's."

"I forgot to ask you something. What did Kiai say last night, Nduk?"

"Pak Nizam came here, Buk, with the intention of a soul mate. Then, Kiai offered the proposal to me. Sorry, yes, Buk. I didn't tell this to Momuk."

"But, Nduk, do you like Mas Nizam? Lantarane Kiai. Probably soul mate. He's good, Nduk. Mas Nizam likes this kid, right?"

"Before he wanted to get married, Buk. So, about the letter I'll forget it. That's the past."

"Who do you mean by marriage?"

"Say Mr. Rubia who went to the market with Mr. Nizam, Buk."

"Oh my God, it turns out. Keep piye (how)?"

"But Rubia is dead."

"Innalallahi. Astagfirullah. Tenanan (really)?"

"Say, Buk. That's why he came here again. I used to go here."

"Busy surprise. Oh, God, Gusti."

Although he had only met Rubia, he showed a very shocked expression.