FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 172 "Investigation"

*Nizami's Ibban

I read the message Fizah delivered through Kang Bimo. I read it in my room.

I didn't ask for any dowry. But, I hope that Mr. Nizam can accept my past, whether Mr. Nizam knows it or not. If Mr. Nizam is unable to deal with something that may be worse, Mr. Nizam can think about it again. Mr. Nizam must know I'm still keeping other secrets. And, Mr. Nizam doesn't know that yet.

I read the message repeatedly. Women with not good enough handwriting. But, not bad either. Even if I wanted to know all of her past, I should have done it before the wedding. The queen is the only key. As well as the silent Fizah, Ratna felt she had no right to tell everything. It seems hard to pry, unless I'm married to him. But, with that message, Fizah has given her ultimatum. The implicit message is that I don't need to know the ugliness he's been covering up all this time. Enough I accept it. I also actually know if if I scoff at the disgrace of a wife, it is not justified. Perhaps the sins of the past have been covered up and forgiven by God and the perpetrator is not allowed to reveal his own disgrace. I almost forgot this law.

I don't know where he's going. From the beginning he came out from the main door of the ndalem, the scent of anxiety on his face was so vivid. He wears a black robe and a mask. Then he was like walking to the room of Kang Bimo at the very end, opposite the ndalem slightly to the right. As usual I hang out in the saung after having a book hangout with my son's arek. I watched her suspicious movements. After he spoke to Kang Bimo, he noticed the surroundings. He held his hands with a look down. His feet tapped the ground. Kang Bimo took her for a walk. But, he chose to walk behind Kang Bimo. When he crossed my eyes, he immediately threw away his face. Yes, it's obvious he's scared. Where the hell is he going?

I dropped the pdf format reading book in my gawaiku. But, Kang Bimo should deliver you in a moment. Abah there is an invitation schedule for a lecture at Kediri ba'da zuhur later. Last night I was sent a message so that I would keep the trust ngramut santri during abah outside the pesantren. Because Gus Fakhar until now also has not returned to his honeymoon in Bali. I tiptoed after him.

I ordered an ojek online. There's no way I'm using a car. Measure the distance so that he does not realize that he is being followed. After they got in the car, fortunately the online taxi I ordered came immediately.

Patted his shoulder. I got in the back seat and said, "Bang, follow that car. But, don't get close."

I hold both shoulders bang ojek. The atmosphere is a bit tense. In the middle of the journey I began to suspect he was going to meet Sumarjo. I hit bang ojek's shoulder. I asked you to drive faster. The distance is too far. My eyes were blocked by a truck loaded with glondongan wood. I told him to overtake. Bang ojek refused. In front were cars and motorists from the opposite direction drove at an average speed. In the next minute, bang ojek took a higher speed. Overtaking two cars and trucks earlier when vehicles from the opposite direction were observed somewhat deserted. But, once it reached the vanguard, the distance with Fizah was already too far. At least I've memorized the license plate. I told you to speed again. We'll be at the red light crossroads. I'm afraid the lights are green, while I'm still far enough away to catch up on the minute.

As we passed through the Plaosan terminal right of the road, our distance was already very close. The street crowd is quiet. The motor runs slower. When the bend turns to the right, the motor almost lost control because there are people from the left overtaking and almost nudging. I heard a rant coming out of the mouth of bang ojek. I pat her shoulders to relax. Five hundred meters later, the truck appeared from the left in the same direction as us. He covered up the speed of the car which became faster. I forced bang ojek to overtake again.

Minutes keep going. I looked at my watch. The car is moving in the opposite direction. It is also a bus that transports tourists home. Until the sharp corner of S, I was more and more sure he would meet someone at Sarangan Lake. If he chose a crowded place, then it would be impossible if he would meet Sumarjo. Means with others. But, with whom?

Arrive at the gate to purchase tickets to Telaga Sarangan. I don't know who he's meeting with. So important and secret that he went alone with the sneaking. I'm still hanging in the seat. He looked around after getting off before paying for the ticket. He should have come in if he wanted to go to the lake. The distance from the gate to the parking lot is quite far. I'm getting curious. Honey I can't catch her facial expression. I took a not so close distance. And, strangely enough he had Kang Bimo back. Shortly after, my hole rang. Kurogoh my left pocket.

📞"Yes hello."

📞"Assalamu'alaikum?"

📞"I'm worried about Ning Niya. Now I'm in Telaga. Please come here, Mas. Didn't ask to watch him. I can't e. It's gonna take Abah follow (away). I'm in a hurry, Mas. Can yo? Must be. His future wife is sampeyan lo this."

📞"Yes. I'm already here."

📞"Loh, where is it here?"

📞"Yes here. Just gohome. Let me take care of that." I focused on observing Fizah's movements.

Kang Bimo's head looked out of the windshield. I wave my hand. Only then did he understand. Then, hang up after saying hello and thank you.

I asked bang ojek to leave the location. I already paid for it through the app. Kang Bimo stopped the car. Opening the car's glass wider. He asked me to talk.

"Ning Niya seems to want to go in there. But, he's still waiting for people."

"Please, yes, this is for me to handle. Don't tell Abah and Ummik. Let him go home let me just order the ojek."

"Beh, saestu (really) says you can't take responsibility until the end."

"Yes. You've been waiting for Abah."

"Ngeg, Mom. Suwun sanget's."

Come a motorbike that immediately memepet Fizaj. I was surprised by what happened yesterday. Fizah. But, he immediately took a stance. In the open like this, he would definitely not be able to shout. Or, behave in case it will grab people's attention. I am still watching from far away. The driver pulled his bike over. Get down and open the helmet. I thought that man would endanger him. But, he looks like he wants to invite Fizah to talk, but Fizah just the opposite, reluctant.

Fizah was still standing in place. The man seemed to be babbling to himself, then Fizah just flinched and listened.