FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 167 "Open"
*Tsaniya Tabriz
This morning I want to accompany Ummik for a walk to the houses of the people. Ummik wants to buy vegetables on the front road adjacent to the house of RT sir. As well as greeting them. Ummik rarely socialize because ummik himself rarely out of the cottage. But, this morning ummik invited me so that people who have not known me and have never seen me up close, they can immediately know. Bu nyai's second child has returned.
Free Friday activities until night. Santri-santri are also rationed out of the cottage as long as it does not exceed the ration of time until the zuhur. Friday sambangan every three weeks is usually often used by the santri guardians to invite their children out to just eat is still allowed or if they want to go buy something. Not for long walks. While me and ummik just go out and get some fresh air and buy some vegetables.
"Are you ready, Nduk?"
Rayon gambis with ecoprint batik motif teak leaves and walisongo leaves kupadukan with quadrangular hijab maroon color. In line with the color of the motif of the ration leaves.
"Nduk, sampeyan ndak makak-macak ngono to?"
Translation: (Nduk, are you not dancing?)
"How to dress up (how), Mik?"
"Gawe karo lipen's woe." (Wear blemishes and lipstick)
I'm shaking. Because they don't have.
"Kae gawenen! Neng mejone Ummik."
Translate: (That's what you wear! At his desk Ummik)
"No need, Mik. It's comfortable like this." Ummik arm kugamit.
"Bene add ayu anake Ummik sing siji iki."
Translated: (Let's be more beautiful this Ummik child) Ummik pinched my cheek.
I finally complied. I just wear it. I don't want to be the center of attention. With me dressing up a lot, I think it's like repeating the incident under the trash. Where the nights came, all the officers were ordered to preach themselves as beautifully as possible. Where is Mr Su now? Why can't the police arrest him if he's still in Magetan? I was suddenly worried. Does he involve supernatural things to hasten his movements. Oh God, protect me and my family.
Unintentionally, I turned to the left. He always sat there as usual. He always focused on what he had. Now I see him mangosteen. He heard her singing the Arabic song quite loudly. I don't know what the title is. But, his tongue eloquently mimicked that. Without fully glancing at the screen of the device, he slightly raised his head while closing his eyes, he continued to hum. Unfortunately I don't understand what song it is. But, I was able to capture the emotional expression and lyrics. I listened to the humming while taking a step.
"Sir, Mas Yazeed cepet yo bye dressing. Gantine kok yo Ufi yo, Nduk."
Translated: (Nduk, Mas Yazeed quickly can be replaced. Instead of Ufi, Nduk) said ummik suddenly. Ummik sounded sad.
"Niya doesn't know either, Mik. Maybe that's the best. But, why is Ummik suddenly like that?"
"Ummik ngebotne Ufi, Nduk. Ufi kudu ndang enek. Omah ndak enek santrine dadi deserted, Nduk, Nduk."
Translated: (Ummik burdensome Ufi, Nduk. Ufis should be there soon. The house is not quiet, Nduk, Nduk)
Yazeed was looking for a replacement because I told him to. If I have a partner, then he should too. I don't want any of us still secretly lamenting. My hopes are huge. Yazeed has considered it well when choosing Mbak Ufi. Although I myself had time to think, why should my own friend, but I also do not want to see Mbak Ufi only used as an outlet. We each have our own path. Our direction is different. There was an old man's blessing barrier that I couldn't break down with a thousand powers. If I am happy, Yazeed must be happy.
We walked down the left side street. Sticking with a fence of beluntas leaves belonging to the houses of residents adjacent to the pesantren. I kept my hand on Ummik's left arm. Then I moved to his right side.
Translation: (Ummik did not expect to finally be able to walk like this with you. But, unfortunately Ummik missed the period of growth and development, Nduk, Nduk)
"Enggeh, Mik."
"Sir, continue until we get married when iki?"
Translation: (Nduk, continue you want to get married when this is?) Ummik nodded after that. Some walk while bowing their heads. Greet.
The dry leaves flew by a current of wind blowing southward. The often dusty trails are still wet. The laron animals poked from one of the holes in the ground. The winged laron flew up on my cheek. I took it, and I let it fly. Ummik's hand was pulled. Half a meter in front of us was a waterhole. And so, right after I charged to the right, I complained. I grimaced the silvery. I grew up almost a javelin.
"Why?" Ummik surprised.
The arm I had just grabbed, I saw. Blood flowing. My palms are all red. My fingers are shaking.
"That guy?" muttered.
"Ruby, Nduk? The kok iso sampek ngene iki. Wong lanang sing gay sopo, Nduk? Yes Allaaaah. Wangsul ae."
Translated: (How, Nduk? How can it get like this. Who was that guy, Nduk? Yes Allaaaah. Just go home)
The man did not look. Earlier, he deliberately walked half-running while patting me. I don't know what he's carrying until my arm bleeds like this. And, this is so painful. I suspect the wound is quite wide. Why did he hurt me on purpose? Before I moved a step, I noticed the goal of the jacketed man's posture. He wears brown jeans. My hands vibrate. I swallowed. I can't recognize it well. But, chances are he could be one of Mr. Su's men. Because Mr. Su is not that tall.
Ummik. Reverie caved. I bite my lips.
"Sopo, Nduk?"
"Niya doesn't know, Mik. Maybe he was carrying a sharp object" I said half grimacing.
It feels more and more painful. My hands weren't able to hold his blood enough to keep him from coming out. Ummik is getting rowdy. In the middle of the gate, ummik shouted. Coincidentally Mr. Nizam who is still in the pocket tiptoe directly. He was surprised before asking. Realizing I needed help. He's going to the son's cottage.
Ummik took me in ndalem. Sit in the living room. Ummik shouted to call Mbak Ufi who did not immediately reply. Sanyo bathroom back rang. He must not have heard because he was probably washing. Ummik is impatient. Ummik ransacked the small cupboard that is usually used to store medicines for the ndalem members. Before ummik brought me the medicine, Mr. Nizam appeared to my right. I'm sliding ass. He gouged up while putting down the medicine box belonging to the son's caretaker.
"Cock the blood can be like this?"
"No idea, sir. Maybe the wound is wide."
Blood continues to flow.
"If this is the case, you should read to the hospital. There's a blood vessel that's cut off."
Ummik. Hurry-scurry.
"Mik, is there a cloth? Let's not keep bleeding. After that we take Fizah to the hospital, Mik."