FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 179 "Pick up Lover"
*Nizami's Ibban
"I might have trouble if I got into that boarding school. But, this is how I can call out the woman you're about to marry."
I've guessed. I'm just being bait.
"What's your problem with him?"
"I've never really liked people who ask a lot. But, since your question is very special, I will answer it."
He kissed that keris. Then back to the warangkanya.
"It's a pity you've only heard a little bit about that woman. How much don't you know hemm?"
I didn't throw my eyes away. I did not hesitate to straighten my gaze right in his eyeballs. He may not be sane. His face looked even older than his age. A suture scar that has dried from the ear extends four inches to the upper jaw. White eyes yellowish tinge. The color of the lips is black. The smell of his mouth stings, the combination of alcohol and cigarettes. His mental state is no longer normal. It signifies his life is falling apart.
"Originally, Young Man. She's not a good woman. He's hypocritical. Once you marry her later, you'll know. There's no way you don't know what his past is. He wouldn't have told you. Didn't he? Yeah so?" He laughed off. Bring out the stench.
"You said he was a hypocrite? You know what that means?"
"Don't talk as if you understand everything. Me? This man in front of you is much more understanding." He insists. His eyes glare. His mouth is coming to my ear. "He's a shithead."
I want to spit on him. That foolish thought instantly flashed. I let my breath go. My emotions were almost provoked. I am interested in heart. Repeatedly.
"He's got black magic."
"Don't talk to anyone." It is clear that it is impossible for Fizah to know the scientific world outside of what is taught in pesantren. She was born into a good family. Also raised through the hands of a gentle and loving mother. I'm increasingly convinced that he's out of his mind.
He said, "He would never tell anyone. This kris, you see this kris!"
"This grim can't lose just because of a hypocritical woman like her."
This is where I started to understand. From keris that the question arises. The last sentence was very fiery. Holding full of grudges and desire to hurt. But what does Brojomukti and Fizah have to do? I threw that question at him.
He refused to answer. He called someone using my phone. I don't know who he's going to threaten. What is clear is that there is no family number of pesantren except the number of Gus Fakhar which is only kunamai gus and one phone number of the son's caretaker whom I named the son's cottage. But, chances are he will call the manager number because his name is easy to find.
I can't fight back until I hear his statements. Because this is when I can get the information that I have wanted to hear, which is difficult for me to hear from Fizah.
He said rudely. He almost slammed my hole. The call was a no answer.
"Not until someone lifts." I repeat it in my heart.
He continued to try it until the fifth time still the tut tut sound that ended.
I myself have been fighting. I want to get my hole out of his left hand. Worried after that he threw my pipe because it was upset.
"Call the woman to come here. Now! Show me where the hape number is."
"I'll never want to. It's up to you to force me how many times. He doesn't have a phone anyway."
"I don't believe."
"Ter-se-rah." Just like it shows an upset face. I am too.
He tried it again. His face changed a bit.
"Hurry to come here with Fizah or her future husband will woe in my hands! I'll wait until it's seven o'clock tonight. Listen to that all right! I'm shareloc."
*Tsaniya Tabriz
Santri's activities have just ended. Bang Fakhar was also new from the cottage princess ngaos kitab al-hikam. Along with the steps of his brother on the terrace, came one of the santri son with a confused and rowdy look. Even he came in a glove state almost morlot.
Brother turned his head and asked him, "What's up, Kang?"
"Anu, Gus.ini..ada...mmm...anu the phone." She's nervous. He was confused to talk.
"Why to? That's obvious, by the way," said my brother.
"Barusan.ini..new who called." He's clucking. Upsetly failed to explain.
"So's there a new phone? Who?" ask brother again.
"She kept you why are you nervous?" It was my turn to ask.
"But, anu, Gus, his voice is not Tad Nizam."
"Haaa?" I said spontaneously.
"Where can I call again." Bang Fakhar raised his hand.
"Oh, don't let me call my old man to make sure."
Brother hastily called Mr. Nizam. Went on, but he glanced at me while shaking his head. The second connection is like that too. Then, the third connection was cut. Brother frowned. Then he sent a voice note.
"Kang, are you okay? Call me back."
"What did you say?"
"Accept me, Gus. Here we are asked to come with Fizah or Tad Nizam will be doomed. The caller has also shared the location, Gus." Santri gave his salary to his brother.
"Jember?"
"Jember, Bang?"
"Yes. It's seeen to, Dek." Bang Fakhar brought his gawai closer.
I approached.
"Loh, yeah, Bang. How do we keep going, Bang?" I'm in a nervous breakdown.
"Do you have a problem with people?"
"Don't talk about it now, yeah."
"Gus, punten was given a limit until the time to go."
"Hour seven?" I looked at the wall clock. "Well, what happens when the clock strikes?" Counting fingers while muttering. "Nine hours. But, enough of that, Dek."
"Where, Bang?"
"But I wonder who threatened you?"
I could have expected it. Maybe they are one of Pak Su's men or even Pak Su himself. But I can't possibly tell you now. I was just suddenly worried. It turns out that other people can also be threatened because of my personal problems with Mr. Su.
"I don't know, Bang. Let's go now."
"Where to go, Mom? Not eating first what? I've made the tempo mendoan krispi. Very delicious," said Kak Ulya.
But we cannot be tempted by any food. Brother is not so concerned either.
"Cobain a little, Mas!"
He took it, then bit it a little bit. Then, nodding says it's good. Just to please the cook.
"I'm going to Banyuwangi now. Where are Ummik and Abah going?"
"Ummik look at the Quran with the citizens."
"Cok't come?"
"Ummik is not working. Abah's in his room there."
"Let's meet Abah first, Dek." Bang Fakhar pulled my hand.
"Why, Dek?" Sister Ulya.
I couldn't answer.
Abah is still treating patients affected by the disorder. I could hear them. The patient was exposed to a kind of nostril pellet. We couldn't wait for Abah. The patient had just arrived and the completion could be another half an hour. Bang Fakhar took me away. Just leave a message to Sister Ulya we want to pick up Mr. Nizam in Jember.
Wussshhhhhh! The speed of hunting the wind speed.