FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 175 "Mosaic 3"

*Nizami's Ibban

I prolong my conversation. I stall it for ten minutes. When mom was about to hang up the phone, I posed another theme. Includes a wedding plan organizer. Kulirik the man was like a bitch. Then, shortly thereafter he went to the seller to pay for his food and drink. Again he looked at me. I still wish I had stopped and talked to him again. She went. I hung up on me too.

The shop owner approached me while shuffling the dishes.

"He's a subscription here, sir. He's collector. I saw that he was holding onto that keris, huh?" He looked at the keris I was holding with his left hand.

I put it in my pants pocket.

"Yes, Sir. Why ya?"

The seller sits down. It seems to convey some rather long things. I followed.

"So she happened to be talking to me. He said Dalang Jatmiko was looking for keris. Yeah either told or she found out because she found out, sir."

"Is there a contest or what?"

"Lack of knowing that. Didn't say that."

"If I think yes because Dalang Jatmiko is famous. So, if there is a little news about Ki Dalang, many know. If the keris is to be searched, it means that keris is important. Sacred keris. For collectors, it could be a valuable item of fantastic value."

"Considerate. Thanks for the info, sir."

"Yes, Sir. Please eat!"

I nodded.

Now I must find a way. How can I meet Mustika without having to involve her father. It would be great if I returned the kris without anyone's knowledge. Only two people were originally involved, me and Mustika. So, we're the only ones who have to finish it. I'm afraid the trouble will be long-tailed if the father finds out I'm the one who brought. But, if Mustika had already told her, it was clear that Ki Dalang had been trying to take the kris from me.

I realized something. Then, is it possible that someone who harmed Fizah that morning was a warning sign for me? That I was ordered to return the keris immediately? It makes sense that Ki Dalang knew Fizah was my future wife. He bullies me through people around me.

Arrive at home.

The gurgling water of the pool shower acts as the morning air. Bleeding out a voice from the south, a roving vegetable basket that broke the silence of my ears. Then, following the screams of mother from the garage door of the car and bicycle. Ibuk ran around and told the basket to stop. At first glance I think of the concept of marriage that I will hold on the page of this house. Right in the position of the basket it stopped, I tried to estimate that that's where the entrance of the invitations would be. The door from the south, then the decor faces west. Cross a little boy in front of my fence. Kontan I called him. I thought of something.

The little boy faced me while drinking a saridele in plastic. I'm gouging in front of him. Kurogohkan money from my pants pocket. Coincidentally narrow the money ten thousand one sheet. I gave it to him. His face turned cheerful. I interrupted him as he was about to leave immediately after pocketing the money without thanking him.

"So, don't ask for help."

"What?" tanyanya jutek's.

"Meet Sister Wardah, yeah. Meet at his house. You said that someone wanted to meet him at angkringan near the highway. But, you do not need to tell me that Brother Nizam told me. Understand, right?"

"He.em."

"Remember, yes. Don't tell me, yeah. Really?"

"Yes."

"Say to Mbak Wardah his meeting was out of angkringan open. Thanks, yeah, Cute."

"He.em, Brother." She went.

Hopefully he can cover without anyone knowing. Let me secretly meet the married woman. This is a very urgent matter, after all. Only with him do I have to finish it.

*Wardah Mustika Rahayu

Dian told me to go near him. I'm budging. He asked me to bring my ears closer. He whispered, "There's something that someone wants to see Wardah's mom."

"Who? Meet where, Di?"

"Cracker."

"Roadside hiccups?"

"He.em."

He also ran away. I don't know who told him to deliver this yet. Who, huh? He also did not say what time I should see the man. I finished my laundry again, just rinsing.

I decided to leave immediately. The house is deserted. Estimates of father and Kang Darya coming home a while. Mommy might be in a minute. I put the message on a piece of paper I put on top of the refrigerator. I've closed all the houses, except the windows. I put the key under the doormat as usual. I'll be gone soon. I deliberately chose to walk so as not to be mistaken to go far. If I had to reason later, I'd say I just got out to buy milk. I happen to be running out.

I let out a breath. Where my position is now becomes more difficult. After the hot war that time, a few days after me and my father had to fight cold war. Neglect each other. It was only these three days that we began to get used to talking more casually. But, after I got angry because the keris was not in my hands, I seemed to be planning something like I said before.

I'll walk about a kilo towards angkringan. Fortunately, I'm used to walking long distances. Although my movements are now limited given this young pregnancy of mine, I dare not walk far if it is more than that. I walked very carefully. Once I got there, it was clear the angkringan had not opened. It's still half an hour away. I had to wait in one of the dozens of seats that were never summarized even though the angkringan was closed.

The harmonica door was opened in half. I looked back. And, shortly afterwards I heard a greeting from my front. I looked at him.

"Yes waalaikumsalam. Mas Nizam to who will make me meet? Or, just by any chance?"

"Yes. Sory makes you curious. It's important, Tik."

"No papa, Mas. How important, yes, does it mean?"

"It's not good to talk here."

"But, haven't opened it yet. It's okay here, Mom."

"No way, Tik. It's a lot of privacy. Only you and I know."

"Why find a crowded place?"

"You're married."

"Wooo yes."

"Attent."

I followed her steps away. He asked for permission to be allowed into his prison first. His request was initially denied, but he begged to be allowed. We can also enter before the store opens. Actually, it's just a few minutes less.

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

"I ask you to answer honestly."

"Yes. Yes, I will answer honestly. Wh why? What's up?"

"What was your real reason when you told me this patrem?" While I put the patrem on the table.

"Mas Nizam is a good man. It's a gift for Mas Nizam."

"OKAY. I consider this to be honest..."