FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 190 "Search 2"

"Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

Also in Sarangan. Almost an hour we went around, even Ulya also had time to buy snacks and trinkets, but Niya also did not find. I thought he was in a boat or riding a horse alone, apparently not. I asked Ulya to accompany me around once more, but she complained of heat. The clothes he was acquainted with were now black and the cloth was indeed not very comfortable to wear, he said. I let him sit under the shade. I'm looking for Niya once again.

Until I finally gave up. The place was getting crowded and I had more and more difficulty seeing one by one people passing by. I was always fooled by women who were as tall as Niya with clothes that I remembered she had ever worn. I decided to look somewhere else.

"Where else, Mum?"

"Are you going home tired?"

"But cook by going alone."

"It's okay. Yes, I've brought you home."

"No no. I'm still coming. I can't bear to dance by myself like this. We'll look for each other till we meet."

"Eh, a minute."

Phone's ringing.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum how?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. Have you met yet? I'll help you find."

📞"Not necessary. I'm grateful."

📞"I want to make sure he doesn't do anything."

The tone is too serious. I finally let him search.

📞"I looked in Telaga, Salon, but nil. Where's the suggestion to?"

📞"What's the matter until he comes out unpartisan?" He was directly pointing at the topic.

I don't think Niya left because there was trouble at home. All the problems are done.

📞"No problem at all."

📞"No. I'm sure he left because he's not at home."

📞"But, yes there is no problem at home."

"It has. Kok so plump-nggump (saying with energy) that," said Ulya while stroking my arm.

📞"Where's position?"

📞"Still in the well. We meet in front of the counter."

📞"OK. I'm going there now."

About five minutes Mas Yazeed came alone to ride an online motorcycle taxi.

He knocked on the car glass. I let him in.

Brek! Door's closed.

"Can't it get like this?" He showed a serious face.

"I don't know. He left without people's knowledge."

"He can't go far away alone. Tsaniya doesn't like crowds. So there's no way she'd go to the lake if she turns out she's gone in some kind of trouble."

He's right too. He prefers a quiet place. I remember how the first time he had fascinated me was because of his calm demeanor and seemingly indifferent attitude to the surroundings.

"Ask her mother that."

"Where could he go back to Tulungagung?"

I tried calling her number again. Active, but not lifted. I sent you a short message.

"Dec, where are you? We're looking for you now. Me, Ulya, and Mas Yazeed." Tick two. I'm dead cell phone his cellular data is no longer active.

"Mas, just try to phone her mother."

"Yes yes."

Connected.

📞"Mom, is Niya there?"

📞"Loh, la mboten, Gus. Is Niya's spoon unsuitable?"

📞"No, Mom. But, there really isn't."

📞"No, Mom."

"Try to send me the number let me call" said Mas Yazeed.

I sent it directly to him.

*Yazeed Akiki Mubarak

📞"This is Yaz, Buk. Yazeeds. Is it true that Niya wasn't there?"

📞"Slave, Gus."

📞"Buk, I'm talking seriously. Once dead I asked if Niya was with Ibuk now?"

Quiet sec.

📞"No, Gus. Where's Niya going, huh?" The voice of the shocked person should not be like that.

📞"So she's not there?"

📞"Sorry, Gus, Ibuk don't know either. After Niya stayed at the boarding school, I think it was not Ibuk's responsibility to think about Niya anymore." This time it sounds more serious.

I'm gamang.

📞"But, I'm honest? I was worried that if Miya wasn't in Tulungagung, where would she be? If he's there, it's okay. He's safe."

📞"Yazeed Gus don't have to worry about Niya, Gus. I'll pray that Niya meets soon." His voice became slow.

📞"Once again I ask Ibuk to be honest, Niya really not there?"

📞"Yes, Gus."

📞"OK. Assalamu'alaikum?"

I'm back in the car.

"Where?"

"Said there's no. But I'm not really sure. Are we going there now?"

"What about the cottage, Mas?"

"Try you to call muraqib and muraqibah. Tell me today's activities are all closed. Ask to replace with a khataman Koran per room." Fakhar gave his cell phone to his wife.

"Snack."

Journey continued.

"Sir, send me Fizah's number."

If I call him, I hope he's willing to pick up. Honestly, I'm still worried about him if suddenly he doesn't want to go anywhere. I'm sure he must be in trouble until he has a runaway thought from the cottage. He could be reckless even though his heart was terrified.

The kling! Incoming messages. Niya Number.

^^^"Niya, it's me Yaz. Where are you? I'm worried." I just sent it without thinking about what I wrote. Tick two. I'm waiting for him. I stared continuously.^^^

After ten minutes. I read my message again. I just realized my message shouldn't be. But, for free, he will still be able to read it. Yes already. That's how I feel now. Once I wanted to be honest with her that there was still a special feeling that I could not get rid of when I heard her name. So was yesterday. I want to get angry when he comes alone to see Ratna. Especially when he rejected my offer by choosing to go home alone.

"Niya, Niya, where are you going?" my inner.

Not yet answered. I tried calling her. Last seen three minutes ago. But it's not active anymore. I think it's intentional. He deliberately avoided communication with me or his family. Why is he really?

I sent another message.

^^^"I'll look for you until I can." Tick one.^^^

I put it in my jacket pocket.

"Have you notified the muraqib?"

"Already, Mas. Just replied yes sendiko dhawuh that's what he said."

"Yes already."

"Mas, if Niya isn't at his mother's house how is it? Not long ago, Mas. Later Ummik Malang mist."

"Well, I'll see you when we get home."

"Where is her husband going?"

"He's home. Come here again after the wedding," answered his wife.

"Have you got him?"

"Mending is not necessary. It's a pity for everyone to be confused." Fakhar disagreed. But, that's better too.

"Yes." Yeah."

Soon Niya will marry someone else. The other person was the man who said he was my twin. Counting the days. Ten days to his marriage. I don't know if I'd really be happy to see him with another man. But, as a man I have to be more legowo. A wise man who knows religion. Yes I should be able to. I always try to convince that when I falter with my feelings.

Happy reading. ''Healthy with everything.. 💗🙏💪

My invitation is now, yes. Hehe.