FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 1 "Color Garbage"

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Because I immediately took the conflict, so at the beginning still raises a lot of questions.

The Winter in February. 

The faucet this morning got me excited. Studying abroad is not for laziness. Happy to be a scholarship student who successfully attended the University of Groningen. Alone fly away to Holland for a million dreams in the head. 

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Front back, twirling body. I gave a smile to myself. Jeans and a pink tunic have been perfectly attached. I'm very confident. I also have a blush on thin peach color and glossy lipstick because my lips lately cracked due to lack of drinking. Because winter makes me drink very rarely. 

I picked up my backpack, there weren't many material books and notebooks I had brought. I picked up my white shoes on the front shelf of the bedroom door. I pull it forward, and I close the door. 

There was no shadow of the standing person's body. The temperature was cold, but I intentionally did not wear a jacket too thick. This is how it sometimes feels like you are breathing the village air at dawn. It's because I've endured longing after half a year of leaving her. But, I must be able to complete the double degree study of Faculty of Economics and Business University of Indonesia, two years there and one and a half years in the Netherlands. I don't think a year is a long time. My focus here is to achieve a dream not a million dollars like Marry Riana, but to achieve the title as the best student who will be able to boast of Indonesia, especially my former campus. 

I see a quiet atmosphere while walking the paving sidewalk. I reached to my left side, a tree with branches without leaves, growing in rows on the grassy ground that cleaves the Korean asphalt road. One white ship had already sailed in a stream that was roughly ten meters wide, at the very least, right next to the housing lined up neatly along the bridge that connects between the road to the housing and the highway—ada on my right. Me and three other students were at the bus stop. Beside me, there are several bicycles that are usually used as a means of daily transportation of citizens, including students like me who use it more often when leaving for campus in the summer. In winter like this, I personally more comfortable riding the bus. Do not linger outside in cold temperatures. 

A few minutes later, a red super-executive-class bus arrived. I took out a card with ov-chipkaart so I could get on the bus. Arrive on campus in just a few minutes because the distance is also not far. 

“See you next again. Bye.” I waved at the two students who had left with me from the bus stop. 

We separated before taking a different elevator. 

I did not say hello except just a wave of hands to all the students who had stood by in the class. The average person is non-Muslim. 

But, to greet my close friend from Thailand, I said, “Assalamu ‘ala manit taba’ huda.” 

Now he's used to it. But, he always urged me to say the reason why I always and definitely like that when welcoming his smile. 

In the row of seats number four from the front, I sat opposite him. One course today will be conducted in two classes. Now I am still in a classroom that is like a hall, whose room fits for about five hundred students and whose job is to listen to the lecturer apply the lecture method. Later will move to the second class, namely in the tutorial class that must be followed by the student concerned. 

The young lecturer entered the class. Directly to the pulpit behind which is already plastered on the screen monitor size is very large. The lecturer is from Indonesia, but still a lecturer is not fixed at the University of Groningen, especially in the department of international marketing. 

I took out my tablet. 

I smiled while holding my chin. 

“Your job here is not daydreaming.” He nudged my arm until I almost hit my front desk. I should still be able to continue my dream of studying abroad.

If I had gotten that chance? But so far I have been completely powerless. I dare not fight them. My place now is far from worthy of a dreamer. At a young age, I should be able to continue my education. Take the stars in the sky. When I realized where I was now, I was forced to emphasize those dreams. My chest cavity is filled with clutter. My reasoning is not to reach out to the reason why I can come to destiny with a foul-smelling place. Rubbish is everywhere.

“There are people you must accompany until midnight. He's asking for an hour of your time. Understand?” 

I replied with a cold look. Budging. I don't want to be the same fate as Ratna who is very blayakan (careless) trying to run by breaking into the ventilation of the rear bathroom. Now he is just unfortunate. More terrible than my position now. He was held for a while in the back room.

Someone is screaming. Maybe Ratna's possessed. The man in front of me told me to get ready. Then, step back. Carrying a whip hanging near the door. 

I was just following him. I suspect Ratna was just pretending. The guts look unnatural. Twice he has been acting strange. But, that one this morning was like a real person of disobedience. I dare not make sure. I don't want to deal with him either. I refuse to do everything.

Apparently Ratna's mouth was plastered. Which brings whip looking for a shortcut because it is not able to silence Ratna's behavior that becomes-so. 

The other officers hissed behind me. Talking in a squeaking manner. 

“She's raging again?” 

I got a little of him. “Iya.” 

The whip was lifted high. Used to scare.

"Not you?"

Ratna. His eyes almost came out. He growls. His voice changed like a man. Occasionally convulsions. Legs kicking.

“We'll just go,” I said as I moaned. 

One by one the officers ran. Nudging me rough. I heard later, the man got angry. Because I seemed to walk normally, it was me who was exposed to impingement. 

“Never bring your ugly cloth there. Don't disappoint buyers.” She pulled the veil on my head. Not until they let go. 

“Yes Allah, I'm sorry you pawned for a while. To face them, I have to be like this. I'm forced. I really had to, "my inner self.

“I've been seventeen years. I can determine which one I think benefits me. I want to keep wearing closed clothes. At least I didn't you told me to dress almost like a child.” I'm turning. 

I looked at the woman who walked to the door. 

“Like him," I said next.

“I'm too early to know 

them. I'll start as an employee if I can adapt" I said to trick. Nadaku. Just so that the time is stretched out longer while I think about being free from this garbage.

“This is your seventh day. You have to adapt in less than five days. Never deny my orders. Understand you? Remove your hijab!"  

Then he left. Previously smoked cigarettes. The rest is bagged. He looked at me. Reminds me to leave immediately. Not by talking because his mouth has been gagged.

Who hasn't been confused up here? The first thing you should do after reading the first chapter is to be confused and curious. 😋