FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 16 “Guardian”
*Hafizah Palace
Mr. Su and the guide would definitely not dare to shout as well, but their steps still remained the same. Chasing without fatigue. I can already guess, we can't have to go back under the trash.
We shout together, “Tolooooong!”
Two hundred meters in front of us, there was one of the men carrying a fist.
I wave my hand. This is where my steps began to be heavy to be forced to run. It is likely that we will not be caught. The man and the other two noticed our arrival, then immediately headed towards us.
Ratna looked back. He threw a sharp look at Pak Su and the guides. Because they did not dare to approach.
“It turns out just so much of your courage. Get close if you dare!” Ratna was challenging. He saw Pak Su spit while saying cuiiih. Threatening with hand movements.
“Mbak, what's up?” ask the man.
As they were about to touch my hand, my reflex was to hide my hand. The face in front of me asked.
There was a man following behind, asking casually, “Where to go, Ma'am?”
Ratna who replied, “We chased thugs.”
“Where is it from?” The man who was carrying the clatter asked again.
“Already. Later,” says the next man.
“Where are we taking this, Mas?”
“To post ronda first,” answer.
“Brought to home sampeyan only how?”
“My house, Sir?”
“In my house narrow. Many people. The house of sampeyan is spacious and its inhabitants are few.”
Emergencies.
“We ask for help. At least just last night. God willing we will leave tomorrow, sir,” I said limp.
I was unconscious.
“Zah?” shout Ratna.
*ratna
The second man brought Fizah directly. Carrying it. I noticed a glimpse of his face that was so handsome even though the moonlight slightly obscured his mimicry. I smiled to myself. I am grateful that there is a helper in the dark of the night. I thought I was going to keep chasing after Mr. Su, and then eventually I would go back to that disgusting place. But, feeling Fizah was right. His intense desire led us to breathe free air. But, my next question is what if someone knows who we are?
Not far from where Fizah had fainted, we reached the house of the man carrying her.
“Buk, Ibuk?” Knock on the door hard.
Fizah is placed in the front seat of the house.
“Buk, Ibuk. Open the door, Buk!”
“Shortly,” the wiry answer was replied.
Ngieeeekkkk! Door opens.
“What is this?” Bummer.
“There's a fainting woman. I brought it in, yeah, Buk.” Fizah was lifted again.
Mother nodded. Opening the frame of the door next to it.
The man put Fizah into an old model long chair.
Her mother went inside.
“Mas, I balek to the patrol post first.”
“Pak, rather than alone mending jengan go home only.”
“Woh, yes, Mas. Excuse me.”
“Sit, Mbak!” the man said to me.
“Iya.”
“Which house are you?”
“Ehmm..”
His mother came to bring us two plates of rice and two glasses of water.
“Eat first, Ma'am. Come!”
“Ah, no. Thank you very much.”
“It's been taken, Ma'am. Its alright. Come!”
Gumptuous. Once it comes directly served rice even though I honestly admit it will be very hungry. Only now does my head feel dizzy.
“Kok can night-night roam here?” ask mother.
I'm just a little worried they'll suspect me. But, I've worn it like this and worn a hijab. Why exactly question?
“Girls of these nights are so no good coming out. Although, both of them came out. Moreover, it is beautiful and veiled like this.”
“Oh, so because of that, my inner”.
“Sorry. Se.. Sebetulnya we are brothers. Her name is Zahra and I am Rinai.” I had to hide my real identity.
“Not similar, yes,” chirps his mother later.
“Not a sibling means.”
“Woalaaaah.”
“Le, you're behind it still week to?”
“Ngeh, Buk. I'm going inside to rest.” He's risen. Take off the holster on the shoulder.
His mother also got up. Pushing the man's body. His mother whispers, “They sleep where?”
“Buk, they only slept here last night.”
“Iya. But, figure they sleep in the living room?”
Mother followed. “Why are they not left here until a few days, Le?”
“Buk, they're not my mahram and Mas. Unpleasant to see neighbor.”
“Emergency, Le.”
“Emergency for overnight. Tomorrow let them go home, Buk. I'll take them if their house is close. It's night. I'll sleep again.”
His mother sighed.
“Mbak, later sleep inside. Sleeping with my grandson.”
“No. Just here. Bener. I've been very grateful Mom for giving me a ride.”
“Here is cold. Come on, Ma'am, I'll take you to the room. Zahra we're going to the room. Don't worry. Regular mawon (only).”
Mother forced. Instead of making a rame when it was twelve like this, we carried Zahra to the room. When the door opened, there was no one in the room.
“Where is his grandson?” my inner.
“Woh, yes yes. He slept with his father,” he murmured.
Fizah is put to sleep with one pillow.
“Thank you.”
“Sama-sama. Please rest! If you wake up first tomorrow and want to use the bathroom, just use the bathroom immediately, Ma'am.”
A few hours later.
“Ratna, where are we?”
Silent.
*Hafizah Palace
Kukerlingi this room. Where am I now? I looked next to me Ratna fell asleep very soundly in a very dirty leg. I see my feet as well. Very tired effect. I woke up Ratna twice, but did not say. His father's face while sleeping once again still made me remember Mr. Su and Mas Hakim. He hugged his own body because there was no blanket in this room.
The air was a little cold. I'm rising. I still look carefully in the room. Some picture frames show that the owner of this room is still a child. The ornaments and color of the walls are also very in accordance with the characteristics of a cute and jovial little girl. I'm approaching door. I thought the door couldn't be opened, but it wasn't locked.
The living room and living room lights are turned off. I stepped into the living room. So quiet. Heart calm. I can feel a different atmosphere in this house. A cool house. The walls reflected the sound of heaven. The owner must be all good people. And, I heard that there are vaguely people like they are teaching. I looked back. It looks like the door is straight in front of me.
Slowly my feet were dragged in that direction. And, it's true that the voice of people teaching. It would be nice if I was comfortable in this house. I know he's reading juz two quarter to three. Wanting to continue listening to her, I sat down in a chair. I imitate that in my heart. The longer and the longer I feel like I'm finding a time where I'm really happy. Which seemed far away, but was very close to me. It was as if it were in the sky, but my footing was on earth.
I went back to the living room. I took the Koran that was still there.
The front door is locked from the inside. Iopenit. The full moon is still bright. Simply clarify the scene in front of me. Many flower plants are grown in pots. There is a small pond where on it there is a jug that pours out the water. His voice gurgles. Beside him, there was a flower that would only bloom at night. The flowers are white. Her name is wijaya kusuma flower. I teach near there.
I haven't really calmed down yet. I had the courage to take a risk by running away from the trash. But this village is not far from there. Where am I supposed to go? And, did Ratna reveal our identity to the inhabitants of this house? Teaching me was cut off in the middle of the verse. It's still a mess and there's a lot missing.
“Why outside?”
I'm turning. “Oh, um..no.”
“If you want naji can be in the prayer room.” He leaned his right shoulder against the door frame.
“Not it earlier njenengan still wearing it?”
“Hmm. Monggo if you want to pray.”
I smiled thinly. Duck down for a while, nodded, then replied, “Thank you.”
“Your name is Zahra?”
I'm sinking. “Zahra?” my inner.
“What Ratna says my name is Zahra. And, who did he claim to be?” inner again.
“Your name is Zahra who?”
“Zahratusy Syifa.” Suddenly making.
I saw him less trusting. His eyes seek the justification of my veil answered.
“Ya. Please if you want to use!”
Morning time.
Ratna and I were in line to take a shower outside. As soon as anyone came out of the bathroom, he immediately looked at Ratna.
“Who are you?” tanyakanya. Men wear towel necklaces. Get out without a shirt.
Our automatic just fixated on that instant. Meanwhile, he was also still in the place of tearing his hair later. Pantes bathe long, apparently while shampooing.
“Mas?” call the man who greeted me at dawn.
“Who are they?” Approaching his sister.
“Ada..today night. They chased people.”
“Whose model is it?” Whispered. Glanced at us for a moment.
“Rinai.”
Then, Ratna whispered, “I kissed gelagat not good.”
“That nanyain you?”
“Iya, Fizah.”
“Why is that?”
“About his eyes like Mr. Su.”
“What Mr Su still looms over you so much?”
“I'll remember that forever, Zah. I will forever remember it. I will no longer meet a man like him.”
I heard that, exactly like an oath with the intention of cursing. It means he stayed away from anyone who is similar to Mr. Su.
“I'm not comfortable here. We'll be back soon, Zah.”
“We're going back to my hometown. You want to, right?”
“Where is it?”
“To Tulungagung.”