FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 54 "North of the Village"

*Nizami's Ibban

All women in this village have a certain ban where the ban applies to all women from the age of children to adulthood. No woman should go north of the village. In fact, even just to pass through they are not allowed. If violated or caught there are female villagers who appear from there, they will be sanctioned for violations of social norms. And, as far as I live in the village after returning home, the rules are indeed very obeyed. No one dared to get close to the northern region of the village.

Almost all parents scare their daughters from an early age so as not to have the courage to go north. They say wewe ghosts wander there. The wewe will emerge from the west, from a tall building that has been vacated for decades. The ghost will bring whoever the little boy is passing by there. So, anyone who ever brought the wewe, they will be difficult to return to his family. The timid little boy could only listen to it while squeaking, covering his ears, clutching the hand of the person telling the story. Describe that horrible atmosphere in their heads. Sometimes when the story is repeated when they intend to come out after magrib arrives, they barely have the courage to argue. Yes, the news of the ghost wewe roaming in the northern region of the village is ingrained in my village.

However, after being a teenager, then gradually they will understand a little that the wewe in question is actually not a supernatural being, but the women who will only work at night in one of the houses behind the sugar cane. Adolescents and adults who already understand it are forbidden to tell anyone. No one knows why the place can still stand in the middle of a society that in fact already knows.

I used to want to try to figure it out and dismantle it. But my mother forbade me to deal with them. Let someone else move. And, until now the place was almost ignored. No one dared to divulge the existence of that place. I don't know who did it. Because it was my mother's prohibition that dampened my intentions. Gradually I myself also ignored while the villagers were not a victim of humanity there.

Only that night did I find two women I did not know suddenly appear from there at night. They are being chased by people. At first I didn't realize. However, after seeing Fizah and Ratna having trouble with the two people earlier, my thoughts went there. They were initially dishonest to tell their real names. I'm still waiting for that confession.

"Feed first!" Two new ordered meals came.

Ratna looked at Fizah. He grimaced in pain while shaking his head.

"Fizah, come with me for a second!" I'm rising.

His eyes asked why. He also snarled.

"What is she sick?"

*Hafizah Palace

I was afraid to be honest. The problem is not just about Ratna. However, also my privacy that has already been known as a memorizer of the Quran. Although there was a belief that the man in front of me was indeed a good person, it was not easy. I still care about my pride in the eyes of a man. Moreover, in front of the man who had already sent me a letter three times.

I can weigh how valuable a woman's self-esteem is. Which man wouldn't change his perception of a woman like me even for a thousand reasons? Which man would not be so inclined to see an unclean woman like myself in his name as a reciter of the Quran? Doesn't it all sound like a lie and full of hypocrisy? But I really need the help of Mr. Nizam.

"What is she sick?"

I feel more and more pursued by fear. The more pursued by the questions that forced me to be honest, the more I wanted to keep my mouth shut. I can detect impatience in that question.

"He.he's i-tu." I swallowed spit.

I hope Mr. Nizam promises something. If I'm honest, he'll soon send me and Ratna to a boarding school away from home. So that Mr. Su and Mas Hakim can never find us again. At least until we find the strength and the way to fight.

"I know you're hiding something. I also know your mother never taught you to lie. And as far as I know, you never lie to anyone. That right?"

Implicit. That statement is striking. Mr. Nizam has slapped my cheek hard.

"Pak Nizam, I beg you, sir. Help us out." I pleaded once again with a more grimacing voice and explained.

"The more you insist, the more certain you are of trouble with these two men."

Mr. Nizam still silences me.

"Bilal has no power to reject the commandment because of a bond." I'm proceeding.

"So, you're the girl I saw running away from that nightclub?"

I was holding a bullet coming from one direction right in front of me. The bullet went through my chest. It caused a pain I couldn't show the man. I held back and held back until the pain was completely numbing my nerves. Cutting my veins. I'm dead standing.

Mr. Nizam smiled cynically. A little bit of a look away, then came back to look at me saying, "I can hardly believe it. What is the point of memorizing the Quran?"

"What's wrong if I become someone who wants to be God's word?"

I was quiet for a moment too. All I see is silence. Justifying the peci position.

"Is it because Mr. Nizam has seen me walk out of the nightclub?"

"I shouldn't look at the sky, but the ground. Where you are now."

Although it is very implied, but I understand very well. It's easy for Mr. Nizam to say I'm a lowly woman. It's pretty clear Mr. Nizam won't be willing to call me to escape. He might be very surprised. However, I was more hurt and embarrassed to be said to be a lowly woman. My pride has fallen in his eyes.

"I'll forget all about the letter, sir. Excuse um. Assalamu'alaikum."

In fact, I did not hear him purify the answer of salutation.

I waltz away. Ratna still looks limp. Not wanting to scoop up the food. I pulled his arm.

"Come on!"

"Let off now?"

"Yes. We're going somewhere safe."

"Sir Nizam want to help, Zah?" Face semringah.

I'm staring. "We have to find it ourselves, Ratna. Forget Mr. Nizam."

I saw that my stuff was taken off the bike. It's clear Mr. Nizam won't help me. Alright. I will not beg. I've had enough of being insulted under that rubbish. And, in the presence of a man like him, I will not ask for anything. I lift that bag. The only thing I gave to Ratna.

Now I continue my journey. I don't know where.

"May there be another helper whom Thou hast sent besides him, O God." I'm helping that while taking a step away and getting away from it. It turns out people look at me differently. Yep. I am Sumayyah bint Khayyat.