FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 183 "In the Clinic"

*Nizami's Ibban

Shortly after Fizah was taken to the clinic room, she regained consciousness. He grimaced like a delirious person. Then when he woke up, he asked himself if me and Gus Fakhar were okay.

Gus Fakhar put down Fizah. Say, "I'm fine."

"Me too" I said. I sat down weak. Actually my body feels very dilapidated. Linu on my face. I watched my face from the mirror in front of me, under the right eye over the purple cheekbones slightly bluish in color. This bruise is not just on my face. Includes shoulder and arm. Most severe is in the upper abdomen. Several times exposed to review Sumarjo and his men. And, also a little claustrophobic. In fact, the day after tomorrow I have to appear to meet the invitation haflah and gambus. Either I will be able to attend it or not if this is the case.

Me and Gus Fakhar were sitting in a chair close to the wall.

"Why is Mr Nizam here? Where the hell was that?" Her voice whimpers. Kinda raspy.

"Yes, thanks to the Judge's help, I was able to escape the chain. After I realized, I knew I'd see you faint. Already eaten?"

"He.em already. Thank God that everyone survived." His eyes flicked to my right side. "What's it like?"

"Fat, Deck. We can't go home tomorrow. At least the day after. We are not strong driving. It's okay?"

"Yes, I'm fucking fucked. I'm sorry, yeah, Bang. Make Brother difficult. Make brother should be involved." The corner of his lips went down.

"It was discussed tomorrow. We need a break."

I still think of the suddenly lost keris. The lost keris without a trace after being brought closer to Fizah. If the incident had something to do with supernatural things beyond human reason, was Fizah not just an ordinary girl? Considering he had a grandfather who was quite famous at that time. Kiai Soleh is quite powerful.

Now I'm paying more attention to him. The night is very late. Gus Fakhar had already fallen asleep first in the clinic room. We were allowed to stay overnight after I explained that we were on our way back to Magetan. Fizah is still awake, just like me. She remained lying on the bed, while I was downstairs with Gus Fakhar. I saw that he was still opening his eyes wide as he roared his rote. I found no sign of anything.

Fizah looks like a girl in general. Sometimes his face looked clueless. He has no special gaze, one who can look up for example. More towards the girl who is actually still innocent, but she is good at understanding the movements of someone through her eyes. But, once again where did that keris go?

I couldn't sleep until an hour later. It's midnight. There is only silence. The curtain has been laid. Fizah slept half an hour ago. I woke up alone while languishing. Accompanying a cold night. I'm rising. I took the wudu water from the front faucet.

The water is very cold. Sometimes I feel like someone is whispering. The hissing sound was very soft. It's just my feeling. In fact after I turned to the ceiling, there was no one.

I pray three rakaat witir. Maybe half an hour after that, my eyes started to feel as good as they could. Weight driven. I crumpled, then fell asleep on my own until dawn was fifteen minutes late. He said I was hard to build. So is Gus Fakhar who is not yet literate. Fizah who woke up first and he had already spread half his rote in juz three. I still don't want to wake up. The body of Gus Fakhar who has not moved at all.

"Gus awake!"

"Yes Allaaah." I squirm. My body feels all the more sore. Starting from the waist, hands, and feet. I also sit.

Fizah.

"Remember, pray first."

"Don't you?" Fizah touched his brother's leg. Just shirking.

"Wake, Sir!"

"Maybe he's very tired."

"Yes, Sir. Salat will go to sleep again. Agre."

When he behaves like that, he seems to be an adult. His attitude is erratic. She can be a very quiet woman, indifferent to her surroundings, a little talkative, but sometimes she is innocent and spoiled. His eyes did not stare at him, but there was a big secret and a clear worry stored there.

"I hope you're stoic about it," my inner self.

Gus Fakhar squirms. Rubbed his eyes. Ask what time. After I answered him, he left in a hurry. Just like me, he complained that his entire body was crumbling. He finally relaxed.

At 04.50 WIB.

Gus Fakhar went back to sleep, Fizah bristling with his sleepiness while making a rote that could be cremated without holding the Koran. But, sometimes the rote misses to another juz. I looked at him secretly. But I don't blame him when he's wrong. I let him keep the drowsiness. He didn't tell me to listen either. His back was almost curved even though his lips were still humming the verse. When he realized he had almost stuck his forehead to the floor, his back straightened. Replace his head tilted to the left, leaning against the wall.

"I borrowed the car keys."

He nodded without looking.

I took it from under Gus Fakhar's pillow.

I'm looking once again where the keris is. I'm still curious. I thought falling or tucked in the crevice of the chair. There aren't. I want to tell my brother when I get home. Abah may be able to give an explanation of things beyond reason like this.. But at least now Fizah is safe. Nothing will threaten his birth and inner health.

"You can calm down?"

"If you can tell, tell me. Otherwise, you are damned as long as you are strong enough to hold it. If you tell me you're embarrassed, okay. But, if Abah and Ummikmu nanya, try to be honest. They will not be angry or embarrassed. I'm sure."

"Did Mr Nizam read my message back then?"

I nodded.

"Oh.."

"We are getting married soon. Worship propagated. May it be as good as desire."

He just nodded.

"Are you sure you didn't ask for a special dowry?"

She shook her head.

"Do you prefer what necklace bracelet?"

"I don't know."

"Do you not know?"

"Whatever Mr. Nizam."

"You want one of these two?"

"Whatever."

"Related?"

"Yes sure."

"But, in the back don't mengedumel, right?"

She shook her head.

"Okay, yeah."

We were silent for a moment.

"But there's one thing you should know."

"Hmm?"

"Yesterday I brought Sumarjo's keris. But, all of a sudden the keris is gone."

"missing? Lost where?"

"In car. That kris is missing near you. I just checked it still doesn't exist. Mysterious."

"Can't you?"

"I don't know either."

"But, Mr Nizam said that?"

"Yes. Your brother knows too. Don't you want to ask Abah this?"

"Change?"

"Who knows why."

He's unmoved.

Yeah I know. He was not ready to discuss anything that would have been reflected in his past stories. I don't want to take that any further. I realize it's part of his life history that he's taken as a disgrace. He knew the story needed to be harbored from anyone.