FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 129 "Two Important Things"
*Nizami's Ibban
I actually want to offend others. After seeing his awkwardness and the little sentence that came out of his mouth, I kept my question again. Even though Ratna said she was fine, her countenance choked. If he is not spoken to, his eyes are empty. But, at first glance it was like thinking of something. I didn't notice him so observant. I'm afraid he's got my point, and then he's getting reluctant and unwilling to answer the questions I'm about to ask.
"But there's something I want to ask."
He looked back at me.
"What's really going on?"
"Don't Mr Nizam know?"
"There are some things, but most importantly. What exactly happened to you guys? Who are those two guys?"
"Did Fizah tell you?"
"Ratna, he can't possibly tell. He just told me what happened to you, it wasn't really the will of you two. Right so?"
He's nodding.
"Don't you want a story? A little clearer so I know."
"But Fizah was angry with Mr. Nizam. I don't dare tell you if Fizah is reluctant, sir."
"Who knows about this? It's just you, Yazeed, and Fizah, right?"
His gaze straightened at me. He stopped answering.
"Fizah and Yazeed must have been reluctant. My hope is you, Ratna. You must know, right, the chronology of what happened? I'm sure you know exactly."
I just wanted to make sure that my guess was right. Maybe he was forced by someone.
"I'll be there for a minute." Mr. Iman. He understood Ratna was reluctant to speak because she was there.
"I or Fizah was forced." Ratna started talking.
"Then?"
"One thing that Mr. Nizam should hold. Fizah women are fine. In fact, he still worshiped and kept his rote in that rotten place. When people no longer care. And, Fizah the girl who is still holy. Not like me." Slowly his head lowered.
"Then?"
"It was Phizah who tried desperately to get out of there. Because when we've fallen there, it's going to be very difficult. Real hard. Anywhere supervised. But, Fizah is a very brave woman. He was willing to be beaten. Until finally, that night Mr. Nizam became our savior. But, sir, our position is not yet secure. They're both gonna keep chasing us." His face turned anxious. His eyes begged to be loved.
"The place has now been dissolved. But I don't know if there will be another one. It used to be like that too. The culprit was arrested, then there was a new owner who built the building. Now, the occupants of that place are becoming fugitives."
"The men who are after us, must have a group, sir. What if they're actually mafia?"
My chest feels like it's being hit. How tough are these two humans I ever fought? I was already disappointed at that time, also already told Fizah as a lowly woman. And, it will be forever remembered. Until now, he has not been able to forgive me completely.
"OK a minute. This is if you want to answer. If not, no problem. Then, what's your relationship with Yazeed?"
"Yazeed was just trying to protect me. In order to cover up whatever happened to us, he claimed to be my husband. It's been. That's all I can tell you. But, I ask Mr. Nizam not to tell Fizah this. Mr. Nizam has to act like he doesn't know."
"Yes. I get it."
*Wardah Mustika Rahayu
Yep. I now know who I am. I'm the newlywed. My husband's name is Darya. Not the other guy I was expecting. The different views became the furthest span and the highest gate between us. Also a feeling that grows only on one heart. And now I'm not a girl anymore. Kang Darya, the father's favorite daughter-in-law has shown her love. Quietly pray, may the seed not grow quickly. Or, you'll think I'm done with this marriage and I love Kang Darya. And, I hope he doesn't ask me again tonight.
"Just keep yourself busy with the Javanese stories you tell every night" my heart. I looked at him from the room. My bedroom door is still open. I heard you were busy laughing, explaining with pride my childhood which is likely to further add to the passion and charm of Kang Darya. Do it, sir. I wanted to say that. But, mikul dhuwur mendem jero, as Mas Nizam said at that time, still remembered very clearly in my mind. That advice feels sacred in my head. If I suddenly remember him, he could become a mani' which makes me not to dispute my father's or my husband's orders. So great is Mas Nizam in my heart. In fact, until now the name is downed so quickly. Including when I remember the uncomfortable events I experienced on the first night of my marriage.
What about the patrem I gave you back then? Has he found his true love? Patrem is my favorite thing. I often take it with me when my dancing should be shown. Said the father, I do not know exactly and also do not believe it too much, the patrem is said to be able to give off an aura and take care of its owner. In the past, only women who had a high social status and beribawawalah was the owner of the heirloom. But, little else did I know that the patrem could be used as a self-defense heirloom. In the past, female soldiers of the Yogyakarta palace slipped a patrem on her waist when she was about to face war. Patrem is not a man-charming patrem. Only to the people I loved so much was the patrem left out. My father forbade me to give it to anyone. Because the patrem was given to me. Created by an empu named Mpu Durna Wiyoso, one of the most famous masters in the earth etan East Java. The little kris or patrem begins with the tirakatan, ascetic for 40 days and forty nights. Not just anyone can make it. Nor can anyone have. That's the only message you gave me first. But, I'm sure in Mr. Nizam's hands, everything will be safe. Because he's a very good man. Who knows, because of the inheritance, he got salvation.
I still heard the same conversation in the living room. Tonight, I was very reluctant to preach. If I could, I just wanted to look like I always do. But, Kang Darya often asked me to put a little lipstick and red on my cheeks. He said I was the only angel he had seen first in the world. He also once said, there is no need to go to heaven to meet the center of the beauty of the universe. Because I am the universe. My mind just fooled the fist. In fact, just reading my feelings she couldn't.
Kang Darya's head suddenly poked out from the crack of the door. "It's pretty?"
"From a moment," I answered.
He opened the door, entered. Closed it.
"Said Father you Patrem's. Where show! I want to know the shape. You said it was special. A specially made patrem by expert hands."
"I'm sleepy, Kang."
"Loo I just want to see. Just a minute."
"I'll sleep first." I pretended to yawn. Loosens view.
Not yet broken down, he pulled my right hand.
"I'm an antique fan. Judging from the various stories, the patrem is probably more antique than I thought."
"No." I'm affirming. "That's an ordinary patrem. My gift fits SD, Kang."
"Again. Please, my beautiful body!"
I couldn't have told him that the patrem I gave to a man. It will be a big storm in this house. You will also be very angry. You are so sentimental to hear the name Mas Nizam. Especially if you know what I've done.
"Kang?" I looked at him closely.
She smiles. Touching my chin. Then, grab me. Invite me to break.
I just don't want them to know.
And...
"Damn!! I'm trapped again."
Happy reading. Sorry couldn't get up yesterday. đđđ May always be in ease and blessing.^^^^^^^^^^^