FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 112 "Limited Questions Ask"

*Hafizah Palace

Breathing stuck in the throat may eventually escape entirely. My temples aren't getting wet. Slowly my palms warmed. They did not persuade me to answer all their questions. Even though they seem to be giving up, but maybe they get curious because I shut up by saying I can't tell a story.

Furi's mother kept chewing a piece of rabbit satay from me earlier. His eyes looked at me meaningfully. Between curiosity and suspicion. Many times his petals blinked. Occasionally his hand interrupts to lick the tip of his finger that is exposed to peanut sauce.

Between worry and weird. Mbak Furi's gaze followed my face every time I turned my gaze.

"Mbak Furi why?" ask Mbak Ummu.

He didn't answer. He held my left shoulder slowly. I looked back at him.

"Am I the only one who feels like Ms Iza is similar to Ms Nyai?"

The views of Ma'am Ummu, Mbak Kalila, and other mbak-mbak kontan hit my face. Sering observed seriously.

"Lumayan," said Mbak Ummu.

"What's trying?" Mbak Furi's eyeballs are rolling towards his left. Staring at Mbak Ummu. Meanwhile, I observed their faces one by one.

"It doesn't look like it" I said.

Kalila's sister pursed her lips. Cringing.

"One that looks like that.hmm. That's the dominant one."

"I'm more of a way of looking. Trees around the eye area are similar" said Mbak Furi.

"Oh yes he said that Nyai Bu had a daughter named Tsaniya." Replace Galuh who spoke.

"Yes, really," I said.

"It's tragic. Lost stolen ninja. But I haven't seen you until now, yeah." Ma'am Ummu poured rice on his plate. Take two skewers.

"But, Miss Nyai is sure that Gus Fakhar's younger brother is still alive." I explained a little. Not many dare.

"Mom's feelings are usually strong. Hopefully, yes," said Mbak Furi after biting satay.

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. But, what Mbak Ufi said I was similar to Gus Fakhar, and he said I was also similar to Bu Nyai Ridhaa that was not true at all. I actually liken myself more to my mother's face even though my mother's skin looks much darker and getting older. Who would my parents be if not them? Even if many people are opinionated about my likeness, the possibility of someone having a similar face to another is still very large, two three four people the same can be found in this world.

My smile expands for a moment. Maybe someday I can imitate Nyai Ridhaa, both his attitude and rote ability. But, a few seconds later it was flat. Disappointed face Bu Nyai Ridhaa for my mistake received the robe. Scroll from the mirror, my friends are asleep. They use the daytime break to sleep.

I have to be brave. I put it in my heart. I'm out of the room. I walked alone towards the tenth ndalem. This hour is usually Kiai Bahar is still in the treatment room.

"Your house?"

I found a head that was loosening suddenly from the terrace of ndalem. I almost jumped in my heart as I tried to walk downstairs to avoid Gus Fakhar. But he even greeted me first.

Gus Fakhar.

"Enak satenya? It's been read, isn't it?"

"Already, Gus. The satenya is also good."

"Here you are, would you rather see me in person or take a message?"

Instead of spending too long, I ended up choosing one of them. I said I'd be more free to meet in person. I met Ratna. I can also discuss Mr. Su and Mas Hakim. I once imagined the two of them suddenly came here to make a rowdy whole boarding school, revealing the poignant and disgusting story. I used to believe that Mr. Su could not do something that would harm himself. But, once cunning the person will still be cunning.

"If you had accepted Mas Yazeed's proposal, I hope it would have been considered, Iz."

"Gus, sorry I can go? Worrying that Nyai's mom saw us."

"Consider the Koran in the homes of the people."

"Gus, can I ask you a favor?"

"I'm sorry if I was rude. I'm so sorry, Gus. It would be nice if njengan end all the feelings." May it not sound embarrassing and hurt feelings.

"Iz, no one wants that feeling to come. Whatever I've done for you, let's just say it's normal. Do not make a burden. I sometimes get confused as to why this is so. Don't worry, my marriage with Mommy Ulya will continue. Would you like me to ask for a DNA test?"

"What's it made, Gus?"

"Yes just in case. If you want to. Ummik said you must also rido."

"Current, Gus." Answer promptly.

"Yes already. Mas Yazeed is still leaving tomorrow. You just wait."

Two days passed.

I have prepared one question that will be at the core of all my decisions. Whatever will happen later, whether Yazeed is ready or not, I don't have to worry about it even if there is hope stored in the chest. Because he's a guy who understands enough people like me. Whatever is inside me, he can take it. She will not dispute my chastity as a woman. I never sold honor.

I set a foot that does not quickly go long. Unfortunately, the fate of women who once fell into the garbage is rotten. The smell was still everywhere. The wind shouted a breezy hiss. Bringing flying dried leaves all around me.

I'm looking. I crossed paths with Yazeed, and then my steps stopped. He offered a smile. A grown man who has looked very mature. Mr. Nizam's shadow overlapped the rest of Yazeed's face in a flash. Paying attention to it is the same as deliberately remembering the figure of the lecturer. That resemblance is very obvious. The difference is Yazeed today wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.

Ufi surprised me from behind. I tiptoed.

"Slow down, Miss Fi."

"Udah slow. I was told by Gus Fakhar to nemenin you. Come inside! Just go sideways. Calm. Nyai ma'am today came out with Ulya Ma'am. The shoping day."

In this one spacious room, I sat opposite Yazeed. Gus Fakhar just experienced, then went out.

"Health, Zah?"

"Health, Gus."

If there was no Ufi, he would have reminded me not to call him that.

"Not with Ratna, huh?"

"Ratna I'm assigned shopping with Aynur. His condition is still too good. But, the socialization is getting better. How's it?"

"Hmm.just go ahead, Gus. God willing I have found the question."

"Kok question?"

"So or not me and njenengan is njengan itself. Are you willing to wait for me for three or four years?"

"Three four years?"

There was a hint of disappointment on his face. Surat of surprise fell there.

"Why can you give me a reason?"

"I am seventeen years old. Memorization hasn't been held, Gus."

"If what you blame is memorized, everything is easy. Umi can listen to you every day."

"I want to go to college, too, Gus."

"Where to college?"

"The important thing is college."

"I can help. We can get married, then you go on rote and go to college. How's it?"

Ufi ma'am pinched my calf.