FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 52 "Short Road"

My mother called me when I was outside the house. Straight down from the bentor, looking for me where. I turned my head from the left side of the door frame, welcoming my mother with a astonished look. I'm sweeping. I came home because my mother said she would buy something for Ratna.

"Mom got the food?"

My mother gave it to me.

Suddenly Ratna this morning before I left to tell me, she wanted to eat soto. He's cravings. Although my mother did not know about her pregnancy, but my mother said she would buy it when she came home from the market.

I took over two packs of soto.

Then my mother showed me something else. There's a red note in my mother's hand. Three hundred thousand.

"Where's the money, Buk?"

"So there's a nice guy suddenly giving this to Ibuk." My mother hugged me.

"Since the wayyan is in your mother's life, I feel that Mother's life continues to feel blessings. Sometimes you get help that comes unexpectedly," my mom said.

Bungsu. "Yes. From the past until now, no, I'm just that."

"You should be grateful, man."

Bungsu.

I-i understand. My two brothers no one likes when my mom praises me. I don't know what made my mom special. All this time, I felt ordinary.

My mom pulled my hand. Told me to hold the money.

"It's a fortune by the way. Sampeyan has to go to the cottage, son. Your religious values used to be good."

"Thank you, Buk. I'll persuade Ratna again."

Tomorrow.

I'm really surprised. Still dumbfounded Mas Hakim dared to go home to his village. Fortunately, Mas Hakim and Mr. Su had not seen me and Ratna who was immediately flushed away, behind the direction.

I'm back home. Enter the room and close the door.

"How, Ratna?"

I could see the joy on that face. Ratna was not calm.

"I'll try to believe it. I believe you."

I'm glad to hear Ratna's coming to the cottage."

Not long after, I heard someone knocking on the front door. And, I can know exactly who that voice belongs to.

"Who?"

The boy who came out said hello.

"Lo gapain?"

"Your sister is?"

"Not sure what the old mulu apples were. There, uh, in the room."

Ma'am looked cynically at Mr. Su's face in the back.

"Who is he?"

"nothing important. Get Fizah out."

"It's usually dong if you tell. Don't be rich, these people. Just stop!" Ma'am is more nyolot.

"Ratna, you go first to the bottom. Quick. I don't want to meet him."

We had to hide. I don't want to see his face anymore. He ruined my future. It makes me surrounded by fear. Especially for Ratna? Ratna already hates Mr. Su a lot. I won't let them see us again.

"Sir Nizam when will he come here again?" my inner.

"Aye?" Ma'am opened the door.

"Nothing is there?" muttered later.

"There was no one," he shouted later.

"You're wrong to take me home, Fizah. In fact, the judge came home with the man" Ratna said.

"Then, how did you get Mr. Nizam to come here so quickly?"

No one has a communication device in this house. Mr. Nizam also did not leave a number that could be contacted.

"We asked my mother. If you know the address, we can go there as well as Bungsu."

"Yes. Let's try first. But, we have to say goodbye to my mother. My mother can be trusted."

I heard there were no more of their voices ahead. Kick out of the house. Probably out. I opened the door slowly. Ensure conditions. They really are gone. I told Ratna to stay in the room. Then I went to the kitchen to see my mother. Turns out my mom was harvesting the fruit in the back.

"Your mother, Ibuk?"

"What, Son? Wh why? I'm here."

My mother's body was blocked by a tree that was quite lush and elongated leaves.

"Oh, this is sudden. But, I beg Ibuk to let us leave for the cottage from this as well."

My mother's hand stopped. Mother stands.

"Why rush?"

"Hud, I beg you. I know where Mr Nizam's house is?"

"It's just that he's living in Karangrejo."

"Not much means," my mind.

"Oh, where's Bungsu?"

"He's into the Bara's house the most."

"Wine. What if he met Mr. Su and Mas Hakim, then Bungsu told me a lot? I need to hurry up and get out of here," my inner self.

"I'm going with Bungsu. But, since he's not around, I'm letting him go now, Buk. After cleaning up my clothes, I immediately leave for Mr. Nizam's house."

"Sampeyan don't want to tell Ibuk yo?"

"This is Ratna's problem, Buk. Napparentice, Buk."

"Whatever your problem, face it bravely, son. Sampeyan ki is very special for Ibuk."

"Oh, but I hope only Ibuk knows that Ratna and I went to the boarding school."

I kissed my mother's hand immediately. Then, go back to the room.

"Ratna, I'm saying goodbye. God willing my mother can keep a secret."

Ratna's packed my clothes. He's ready. We brought two bags.

"We have to go far?"

"No. We wait for a car to pass. We were rich yesterday."

Arriving at the side of the road, I said something, "Ratna, you should know your true condition?"

"You mean?"

"But you have to promise not to be reckless after this."

He looked at me weird. Meanwhile, his hand held the stomach.

"Sory before. Really sorry. Your stomach is because of you.. Sorry, Ratna. That's because you're. Really sorry. You're pregnant."

"Don't lie to you, Zah." His eyes pierced sharply at me. Step forward.

"Honest if you're just lying, Fizah."

"Why do you remember the last time you menstruated?"

Ratna silence. His changed gaze then showed he had just realized something. His head then. His hands clasped both of my hands firmly. He said, "What then, Fizah? How's it?" Voice restrained. Face red. His eyes glare.

I can only shut up. I can do what too.

"I don't want this kid, Fizah." His glaring eyes also became watery. "I hate Mr. Su. I swear by anything, I want to be angry. I want a yell that's fast. Why is God like me, Fi-zah." Slowly, Ratna's body fell. He kept holding my hand.

"Why, Zah? What am I wrong, God? Tell me what's wrong? In fact, I never wanted to be in that damned place. I'm just a victim of people's greed. I amnesiac, then used. What do I have to do now? There's no way we're going, Fizah." He's fucked.

I'm gonna head down right away. Whisper so Ratna stands up. One person passing by looked towards us.

"We'll talk later. We have to go now. Please, listen to me!" I hit him with a stifled voice.

His eyes immediately turned towards me. Unblinking. He wiped his tears, then got up.

I took him walking. No pick up cars passed. Then in the middle of the journey of about a hundred meters, Ratna complained of exhaustion. The sweat had rolled down his cheek.

There is a motor that then presses the horn button. Tell us to step aside. But, after two meters he got ahead of us, the bike stopped. He opened his helmet. Looking towards those of us who are trying to make their way back.