FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 43 "Mail Sender"
I still don't understand what Mbah Sinem is talking about. The chronology is unclear.
I refocused on looking at Ratna. He asked me to help sit down. From her eyes, I know Ratna must be sorry for why Mbah Sinem is here.
"Bah Sinem came because you fainted, Ratna."
Mbah Sinem's hand was about to stroke her stomach, but Ratna was quick to pull over. His view changed sharply. I stroked his shoulder. Tell Ratna to calm down.
"What does your little heart feel?" my inner.
Ratna's mood is not good. He did not dare to speak, but continued to show an unpleasant expression to Mbah Sinem. Meanwhile, Mbah Sinem tried to give her a smile.
I stood up to take Mbah Sinem out.
"Mbah, matur sembah nuwun. Like I said, ngggeh. Njengan. This concerns the personal matter of my friend, Mbah Sinem." I took Mbah Sinem's hand as I pinned the hundred thousand.
Now I have no more money than a few pieces of illicit money in my bag.
Mbah Sinem. Then I went home and thanked him.
Kuajak Ratna moved into my room. He asked me not to help him. He can walk alone. Then, I closed the door after Ratna sat by my bedside.
"What did Mbah mean, Zah?"
"That's it. You don't know the Judge. So don't think about it." I'm sitting down.
"Zah, I know we're under suspicion."
"You're still safe."
"Fizah, if you're not safe, obviously I'm not safe either. How can you say that."
I'm unmoving. Looking for words that could calm the woman in front of me, whose face had been scratched by an inner wound and deep anxiety. His eyes could not shine at all.
"Where, Zah? Our position is not safe here. Let's get out of here."
I can gauge how scared Ratna is. The grip of his hand on my arm left a red mark. In fact, I haven't told you about her pregnancy. I really don't have the heart.
"Believe in me. No one should know what kind of place we're ever in." I looked at him firmly.
"It's not that easy you can persuade me. Clearly Mbah said so. We need to be on standby, Zah. Get me out of here before they come with a possibility that's gonna keep me from getting quiet."
"Shall I ask Mr. Nizam a favor, shall I?" Suddenly crossed.
Ratna's two hands held my right hand. "I just believe you, Fizah."
"Can anyone like Mr Nizam be trusted?" I ask myself once more.
"Ratna, what do you think Mr. Nizam is?"
Ratna did not answer.
"Maybe he's a good man." Unfortunately that doesn't sound good. There was no compelling reason for Ratna to trust a stranger like Mr. Nizam.
"I'm sure he's a good man, Ratna."
"I know, Zah. But, don't trust me too much."
"Ratna, are you angry if I propose to ask her for help?"
Ratna was back. Gasped.
"No, Fizah. Only we can know. In fact, I don't even agree if you tell your mother this."
"But, how do I answer all the questions Mother must have related to that, Ratna? I can't lie."
There was noise. Broken plates in the kitchen. Ratna and I were silent. Bustle mbak and my sister make the morning. I got up to make sure first.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"No" he answered.
He then went to the living room carrying a plate of rice with a piece of chicken thigh that I saw earlier was the only one left. Then, my sister looks melas while putting two pieces of freshly fried tempe before I came earlier. They must be getting a side dish. My sister went to the back of the house. Abai with a broken plate that he almost stepped on. Finally, I was the one picking up the shards. I cleaned until I was left alone.
"Aye?"
"Huh?" I'm turning.
"The effect goes into that wind. Yeah.ehmm 'cause it's in the wind."
"Oohs. I need to help."
"No no. No need. I can do it myself. You go back. Rest." I smiled at him.
Her night.
Everyone is asleep except me and my mom. I waited for Ratna and my two brothers to go to sleep to ask for a letter whose sender still made me curious. My mother was still in the kitchen when it was late at night. I watched my mother do her job alone, pounding corn. I don't want to be helped because I can do it myself, he said. I held the letter in my hand.
"That pa?"
"Hem.. Anu it's su.surat, Buk."
"Who's letter?"
"Not knowing, Buk. Don't know what I mean."
"Still seventeen knows you, son. Love letter or job letter?" Mom rubbed her sweat.
"Love letter," I replied doubtfully. I'm afraid my mom is angry.
"Let's see!"
I gave it doubt. My mother's palm was hanging in front of me.
My mother smiled, ending up reading the letter, which she folded back.
"Son?" Mom smiled.
"Mom why is that?"
"Do you know who sent the letter?"
"No idea, Mom."
"You'll probably like it if you know who it is."
"Mom sure you know who sent him."
"Yes, my mother doesn't know for sure. But, I often tell you to a man. From the way he likes you. He asked for your work address once, but I don't know, son. I went to get help to get this letter to you. She asked her parents the judge. So, yeah who sent the surate was his mama.
"How can you, Buk?" Sounds still a puzzle.
"Yes that's how."
"But, how did you recognize the letter?"
"Mom knows the writing."
I'm getting curious.
"Tomorrow to come to the market."
"Yes, Buk. But, Buk, I'm still curious."
"Who knows he's coming to the market tomorrow."
"He's Ibuk's subscription?"
"Yes. He's a good man, son."
"Whose name is Buk?"
"That's it. Sleep there!"
"Momuuk?" I'm sulking. But my mother silenced me. Mother's attitude ignited my curiosity.
I went back to the room. I stared at Ratna's face that was not soundly sleeping because she was so worried. His voice seemed to be dreaming of something bad. Maybe he was dreaming. I'm not sleepy myself. There are no signs of going to sleep yet.
I opened the letter again. I don't know how many times I've read that letter. I can almost pronounce the words. I let out a breath.
"Somebody likes me. But I know you haven't." I control not to be too curious. To me, it makes little sense. I don't want to fall for ambiguous feelings.
I wrote a few verses that I remember well enough. There is still more important duty than thinking about the letter. An hour later, I didn't feel like I was yawning by myself.