FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 180 "Between Life and Death"
*Tsaniya Tabriz
Is it time for all my past to be exposed? With the arrest of Mr. Nizam who was used as bait, a question arises whether I was involved in a problem with someone. I can't calm down. More precisely to worry about myself, how to go ahead. And, why should Mr Nizam be the bait? Is it because he's my future husband, and then Mr. Su must have thought I'd pick him up. However, I would not bear to watch others hurt because of me. Involved in this serious problem.
I'm the cause of all this. I was also the one who told Mr. Nizam to go home immediately to return the kris. Hopefully the keris has been returned to its owner.
A few times my brother looked at me. He seemed to want to ask, but held it. Yes, I did not ask him to talk at all until the trip had been two hours. It's hard for me to mentally prepare. That someday my past will be known by my brother, ummik, brother, Sister Ulya, and Mr. Nizam. I was thinking about that day. It feels closer. Coupled with the movements of my brother who had also sensed that something was strange to me.
"What dream?"
"Any focus on nyetir. Clock it, Bang. We should get there soon."
"Sir, I want you to be honest. What's the matter? This is no ordinary matter. It's serious, right? Mr. Nizam made bait for you to come. Who is threatening? Your enemy?"
"I don't have any enemies, Bang."
"Then?"
"Please, brother don't talk about this now, yeah. I can't answer that."
Brother relented. In the end, the question will be repeated. Then I will have to talk later too. Opening my own secrets.
"O Allah, I believe that difficulties are always accompanied by ease. Reassure me, Gusti. Everything's gonna be fine. Even if it did, things wouldn't be as bad as I imagined. That's all I asked, O God," I said in my heart.
Azan magrib. We were in Jember. But, we had to go down for a while to perform the plural magrib prayer taqdim. Despite the urgent situation, brother did not want to end the prayer. Brother actually told me to add prayer hajat two rakaat.
At 18:10 we left again.
I opened the shareloc on my brother's device. Enter maps. Location detected. The journey still has to be covered by 34 kilos. In about 50 minutes we arrived at the location. Anxiety was running through my chest again. Time to get really stressed. We had to arrive at exactly seven, while we were still leaving again at the twelfth minute. Brother immediately tancap gas so know the time is very mepet.
Overtake. Ba'da magrib street increased. Brother repeatedly pressed the horn when going to overtake suddenly. No matter the truck or the car, except the bus and the trontoon truck. My heart was racing with a high-speed pump. I ran fast into my hands. Cold sweat. I don't want anything to happen beyond expectations.
Arrive at a location close to the red mark on the map. In less than five minutes it shows exactly at seven.
Brother took his gawai. Calling Mr. Nizam. No one answered.
"Bang, let's go in, Bang."
"What is that room?"
"You are real time. It's clock time, Bang. I don't want Mr. Nizam to do anything."
There were four people standing guard. Bang Fakhar. Fear of suddenly attacking. But they gave us some space. They're following us.
And then I saw the scene in front of me was horrible. Mr. Nizam with his hands and feet chained with his mouth bandaged. I can't watch it like that. He didn't move at all. And, I saw Mr. Su holding a keris in his left hand. I want to see Mr. Nizam move. The moaning was shadowing me something big had happened to her. No. gabe. I can't stay quiet like this. Mr. Su has gone too far. He's not human. He has no heart. He let others be severely injured for his own sake.
"Whatdoyouwant? Am I here?"
Mr. Su looked over. Smiled very wide as he said, "Tell. It's more sari hours to go. He's dead."
"Cannot be. What do you want from me?" my yelling.
"You have foiled all my missions. You must disappear in my hands. The wounds you got before were nothing. I can make you look so bad. Your fate could be worse than your lover's. You hypocrite."
My chest is warming. My ears are stiff. There was a sudden anger that I wanted to express. There were tears that I purposely held strong so as not to shake my strength. Hand clenched.
Then, walk up to me.
"Sir, behind me, yes" said my brother. Brother gives protection. If what people think is difficult, then God makes the shadow disappear as it had been during the Badr war. Not equal numbers of war soldiers are still very likely to win. Even if you have to fight them one by one, I really hope you can do it without getting hurt.
We're surrounded. Seven people prepared to fight two. Sumayyah was tortured and killed while defending the faith. He is so remembered in my life history. Strong and courageous women with high faith. What would happen if I would rather just hand myself over to him? Will I be killed immediately? Indeed, the death of man has been determined by Allah in what way.
"Send courage and strength to us, O God," I said.
Kulirik Mr. Nizam who really did not move anymore. Head lowered. There was blood on his shirt. What has Su done? It hurt, just like the first time I had Ratna's pregnancy.
"Can you fight?"
"Abang wasn't sure, but bismillah, yeah. The point is we don't try to fight back if they're still quiet. As much as possible we avoid these fights."
I nodded. But, this all started because Mr. Su wanted to avenge me.
"I want to speak well with you" I said. Perhaps this problem can be solved without bloodshed and fighting.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I've never been afraid of someone like you. You are wrong if I don't dare. You remember what happened to you that night?"
I tried to remind him that he had suddenly collapsed when he wanted to touch me.
Sorry to hang again like a clothesline, yak.. đđđđ¤ Thank you for everything. Momumumumumuđđđ..