FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 41 "What's wrong with Ratna?"

*Hafizah Palace

I was embarrassed to hug my mother first. Mother's cries are transmitted to my heart. I sucked my lips together. I have tears that will soon burst. My face may be red. Both of my mother's hands pulled my head. Rinaiku spilled on his shoulders.

We exchanged tears. Uniting feelings that have been long hidden. Isak for the sake of isak accompanies the cries that continue to clash in my mind. The turmoil that I had long wanted to tell my mother is in fact spilling over now. So, obviously the mother asked, "You why go back and meet Ibuk even cry hmm? Come on in, kid!"

Two steps forward. He clutched his hand. His body bent over withstanding his nausea and illness like that.

My mother and I looked. I asked, "Let's go in, Ratna!" I end with a puff.

Ratna shakes. He went under the tree for a while. Vomiting again there.

"He seems to catch a heavy wind, Buk."

"What's going home?"

"Pick up people don't know who, Buk."

"Mbak, go in first if the nausea has gone light. I'll make ginger wedang later."

"Let me, Buk. I'm going to the market today, right? Where are Mom and Dad now?"

"As usual. They're still sleeping."

"They don't pray, Buk?"

"Salat. But, yes go straight to sleep again, son."

"Attend, Buk."

I went to Ratna first.

"Still so nauseous?"

Ratna nodded.

"It's cold here. You hold it, yeah. I'll make you a drink after this. Come on inside! It keeps getting colder here later. But, that's my home. Just a reot hut."

My mother went in first. Open the next door until the door is heard. It has not been replaced since it was built when the mother and father married first.

I lead Ratna to sit in the living room where there are only three seats. I forbid Ratna to take off the slippers because the floor is only cemented, not porcelain. I breathed air that was always like breathing the smell of wet soil. I sat Ratna in a chair near the door facing west. Excuse me for making him a glass of wedang to warm him up. I myself suddenly wanted to make it too. But my mother in the kitchen was already in the process of making it.

"Your coworker, Nduk?"

"Who, anyway, is noisy in the kitchen?" ask brother. My mother has an advantage in speaking. He yawned while closing his eyes somewhat. As soon as his eyes opened, he caught me like he was seeing a ghost.

"When are you getting by?"

"Just now, Ma'am."

"Where's it?"

"I didn't bring it."

"Basic suck. Mosok home from work do not bring souvenirs. Never sent a monthly salary to Ibuk, this was even asked for souvenirs only plongo." He took water in a big boiler. Drink it, then go after the fasting in front of me and my mother. I thought my habits would change. It turns out the same.

"Who's been helping the market all this time?"

"Yes Ma'am and the Bungsu."

"I'm sorry, Buk."

My mother spilled the hot water into two medium-sized glasses.

"It has. Give this to your friend. We'll talk about this again tonight." My mother pointed at the dish rack and the glass. "That's put it on the tray so it doesn't get hot" he continued.

"No need. You accompany your friend. Let Sulung and Bungsu stay to the market to accompany Ibuk. Who accompanies your friend if he is home alone. She looks still clumsy, Fizah."

"Nuggeh." (Yes already)

I waltz away.

Ratna leaned her back. Position is somewhat stretched.

"It's still hot. Wait a minute," I said after putting it on the table.

I approached. I tried touching her stomach. He let me do it. I want to hear how bloated it is. As soon as I touched it, I felt something different with Ratna's stomach. Stomach hardening.

"Your stomach is hardened gini why, huh, Ratna?"

Ratna just shook her head.

Lifted glass. I think it's a little warmer. "It's a drink first!" door thereafter.

Ratna straightened her body. He sipped it a little.

"It's okay."

Ratna shakes. That's enough he said.

My mom's out putting two rice dishes. Told us to eat it soon but it's still warm. But, Ratna moved her hand straight away. The signal was not ready to put anything into his stomach. After I asked, she said she still felt nauseous despite not wanting to vomit immediately. I told him to drink again. The glass is still in my hand. He was a man, spending it until he lived half.

"Oh, I'm not making ginger wedang?" chirps mbakku.

"Mbok make it yourself there. My mother made this guest."

Mbak approached, then questioned Ratna. "Who are you?" She was twisting her long waist hair. He's not veiled. Didn't want to say it when my mother told me to.

Then I took the other glass, which was mine. He took it three times.

I heard my sister snoring loudly. Also the delirium is not sure what it is. He shouted twice, then muttered. Next laugh.

"Looking you to sleep, yes. But we pray first. It's gonna be the dawn."

But, after I checked in the bathroom outside, separated from the building, I was menstruating. I said it to Ratna who was leaning against the support of the well bucket hoist.

"Yes. I pray by myself." He went into the bathroom. Told me to stay outside because the bathroom didn't have doors.

I waited for him for a few minutes.

"Ratna, what if for example let my mother call a massage shaman. Later we use the rest of the money from Mr. Nizam yesterday."

"Don't, Zah. Pleases. Don't." Don't." He stands. He looked at his head a little from the outside.

About ten minutes Ratna completed her prayers in the pasalatan room (special room for worship). And that ten minutes I used to clean my room. Long time unused. Never cleaned at all. The bed sheet that was folded in the closet, I took it again. I spread it all over the surface of my mattress on my bed that has creaked if it is pushed.

"Ratna, here sleep in my room."

Ratna did not answer.

I shuffled to see it. He's lying on the ground. I thought he overslept. Kudeika. Iammon quietly. Turns out he fainted. I went back to call Mom.

"Oh, Ratna fainted."

My mother put her face down. Step up to the prayer room.

"It's hard to call a masseuse, son. A moment."

My mother left without hearing my answer. But I think yes, that's it. Ratna does need a massage like that. His frail body served the men who asked for water on the way to explore the desert.