FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 13 “Fajar at the End of Dusk”
*Hafizah Palace
Month of October
“That's who's there?”
I was shocked to death. Takbirku. But I can't go anywhere anymore. Their steps are crouching. Doubters. They questioned me. Who is standing in an empty house wearing this structure? A supernatural being or a real human being. Automatic salad I canceled. Inspirational idea. Unsure as well, I tried to imitate the voice of kuntilanak. Once I tried it, I heard them shudder in horror, and then running in every direction. Precisely I was then frightened myself considering that there was only dark and a little light from the bathroom light. But this is where I fulfill my duty. I had to start the prayer a little faster. Because not long later it sounded rowdy inside—there must be a problem again. But, don't let it be because of Ratna.
I don't see Ratna in front.
“See tasbih in the hand of Pak Su?”
I've noticed. Kontan I gulped.
“Youcareless. How could you leave that in a place like this. I don't guarantee you'll be safe.” He was angry in a whisper.
I gulped again.
“Do not wait that time you survive the Judge, you will also survive from Mr. Su. She's more arbitrary.”
“I will never forget what happened to Ratna back then.”
Mr. Su was only a few minutes outside talking. He's in. Wry face. Filled with the scent of hate. His eyes tapered towards me after circling. Is it possible that he's looking for where I am?
“Who would dare to wear this thing and pretend to be a demit? Who?” She's staring.
My chest shaken. The officer beside me pinched me. My eyes were trembling too. If I confess, it means I'm ready for the worst. Being a slaughter animal like Ratna at that time. But, if I don't confess, he seems to already know it was me. Salivaku gulped a few times.
In the days of the Prophet, Sumayyah bint Khayyat was once a slave named Abu Hudzaifah bin Al-Mughirah Al-Makhzumi. He was freed after having a son named Ammar and Ubaidillah from a husband named Yasir bin Amir. Starting from Ammar who had visited the Prophet to ask for an explanation about the religion of Islam, the light of his direction also came to cover the entire family of Sumayyah bint Khayyat. He made the creed through the intermediary of his son Ammar ibn Yasir. Unfortunately, one time he was forced and tortured to deny his faith by Abu Jahl and his flock. However, how noble Sumayyah and her family were who would not exchange it for anything. Even with a terrible death. Summayah bint Khayyat is finally known history as the first woman who died became the first martyr in Islam. Then, what about me?
“Who?” Both eyes hunted. Threatens.
“I?” I'm advancing. I showed you my firm steps.
“Finally ngaku you too. From the beginning I thought you were going to make a big deal. Because of you, the VIP buyer you've been prancing is asking for the money back. If only he had died, you would have been responsible.”
Though, I myself also do not know why the man suddenly had a heart attack.
“Ratna, sorry if what will happen to me later will be worse.”
“Do you not remember how you were born into this world? You were born of stone, Mr Su?” I looked straight at those eyes. Bibirk resist vibrating. Upset, angry, wanting to cry into one.
Suddenly tense atmosphere.
“Tell me who your mother is, sir? I'll find him. I'll tell you that she'll never be lucky to have a child like you. He lives very pitifully. Or maybe you were born of a stone? Not human?”
That hand floated on my left cheek.
The man outside was immediately flushed. Go somewhere.
He's mangosteen. “Yes. I get it now. I should have humiliated you in front of the crowd.”
“Why is Pak Su surprised? Didn't any woman dare to act like this to you before?”
“They don't have to be this low. They're here voluntarily.”
That statement jolted me. My chest hurts. He had no right to insult such a woman. If it wasn't for her being too self-absorbed with all her lure, I guess those here wouldn't be that comfortable.
“Kauauthoriter.” Toss my tone with emphasis.
Pak Su's face was red. Like a fire. Eyes kill. Like being possessed. The door of the room was broken. My hand was gripped tightly.
“Fizah?” yell Ratna raucous. He collapsed in the doorway of his room. He's fucked. Both of his hands clenched against the floor. He thrust his forehead into the door frame twice.
“Yes Allah, protect me,” my inner self.
Mr. Su took off his jacket. I packed the gun I pulled out of my pocket.
Shortly after, when we were so close, the door was broken. What the Magistrate did left me dumbfounded. My eyelid's motor nerves are not working. Why did he come straight to punch Pak Su in the cheek? The officers were also astonished.
They were both involved in the shoot. Mas Hakim locked the movement of Mr. Su who was under him. Twice the hands of the Judge. Finally, the two fists collided. The powerless Mr. Su, has now floundered.
The judge approached me. Dragging my hand. Take me to the terrace.
“Stupid. Stupid you. Can't you lie for your safety?”
My chest is still rumbling. “Why are you weird? Not that you have also done the same thing, unfortunately you actually sprawled first.”
“What do you want from me after you tricked me and all my family? You want to make me indebted? Sorry, I would never do that to a man like you.”
The Judge sighed.
“Originally, I never cheated you. You know exactly what I've been doing here all along? I'm just like you.”
“Suwun temperature. You clearly don't have to be nice. I know after this you'll be in trouble. We are not the same. You did it on your own awareness, whereas I'm here only to be a victim.”
Two people came closer.
“Bring Pak Su from here!” orders Mas Hakim.
I don't understand what Mas Hakim and Mr. Su agreed. All I know is that Mas Hakim also often receives payments from some middle-aged women. In essence, they did this just to fight for the material.
“You can never blame me. I never fooled you.”
I threw away my face. That statement confused me.
“Already.” I'm ending myself.
Tonight Ratna and I have a schedule to spend the night in the desert. We must not fail to escape immediately from this garbage. Had enough.
I'm inching to see Ratna.
But, I saw Ratna lying in her room. He's pale. Body fever.
“Ratna? You can hear my voice, right?”
Ratna grimacing. I helped her move to a kumal— floor mattress - when she last washed.
“I get compress.”
Step stopped call of other officers.
“Tonight your allotment with Ratna.”
After thinking about it, I will ask for permission to go out to buy medicine while monitoring the situation.
I returned with a basin of water and a thin sheet of cloth.
“You must stay strong. We're gonna get out of here. But, I will buy you medicine to monitor the situation.” Kuperas.
“What will they believe? Anyone who comes out will definitely be escorted.”
Ratna's right. What has made it difficult for us to get out of here is because we were never allowed to leave. The guard up ahead has been tight since I came here. If you want to, we are usually served by a special guide. It sounds like we're a queen who's served this often, but the truth is not. In fact, to just hold the room key we were limited. Therefore, in order to fulfill my obligation, I prefer a place outside of this garbage. The demon under this is much scarier than the demon in the empty building or in the grass behind the bushes.