FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 6 “Oase Smelling Foul”

️ THIS PART CONTAINS MANY FIGURATIONS.

*Hafizah Palace

Not accidentally my foot stepped on a twig. The person who was chasing me spontaneously looked back. He chased me until I could do nothing in the clutches of his hands. I was dragged in front of Mr. Su. The judge as the person in charge of the employees stood worried.

“Sit!” He told the man to sit me down.

“Free you ran away. If you are reckless, your status as an employee will be revealed to the ears of your village residents. You choose to come out well from here or forced to leave, but let your pride tarnish? Please select!”

Where there is such a choice. Not in my favor at all. On what basis did he let us go, while they laboriously lied to us that we might be deceived. But, wouldn't it be that if my name was smeared, its existence would also be sniffed quickly? But, once again, it is true he said. I was too afraid to take risks. I remember my mother and my late father. Their simplicity should not be damaged because of the history of the child. I can't imagine how horrible the people would be talking about me as a night butterfly. I'm just disgusted to listen to it, let alone the ears of others. Innalillah. It's calamity. Endeavors.

Finally, I decided to hold on again.

Time shifts by a week. My adaptation period is over.

I heard the rush of Mr. Su and Mas Hakim. The last rakaat became not solemn until it repeated the creed twice. After the greeting without praying. Fold mukena and prayer rugs accordingly. Then kukantongi in a big black crackle. Through the back door, I infiltrated quietly with a slight bow. Officers lined up neatly in the living room.

“Who is that? Fizah where?” ask Mr. Su.

I'm aghast. I'm still trying to get my crackle bag.

“Which I know,” answered one of them. Cue.

The judge approached the steps. Touching the chin of the whole haired woman. “Mana Fizah?” Her voice is soft.

“I told you not to know.” The one asked glared.

“I'm here,” I said normally. Slowly I took a step forward. The woman who was asked by the Judge.

The judge looked at me savagely. I was was was. I need to be more careful. Don't be caught carrying mucus and prayer mats.

“New from where?” His voice rarely rises. Always flat. Steady, but filled with emphasis.

“Rear.”

“Ngapain?”

He ensured my honesty. From both of his eyebrows that suddenly wrinkled. I tried not to throw my eyes away. Or, he would be suspicious. But, he probably thinks I'm from the kitchen.

“Already, Boss,” whispered Mas Hakim.

“Who was yesterday on schedule?”

Mr. Su's Voice. The mystical rhythm that most feared by the officers. Like a thunderbolt if it's being thrown. The voice was able to tap into the power. Saliva spills a lot. In fact, to just swallow it was worried that his voice would be heard.

Other than sound, the way Mr. Su interrupted was very creepy, but it was annoying to me. As long as the two of the most powerful do not venture, there is at least my defense to remain brave while thinking how to escape from here. I want to get to the certainty of how strong the threat of both of them is.

I pointed a finger.

The judge whispered.

“Which is in charge of replacing Fizah who?”

Hand lowered. Then tonight's target isn't me.

“Ratna, Mr. Boss,” female chirps beside me.

Ratna kept quiet. He squeezed his fingers. I could see his body holding back the shakes.

“Jawab!” It's loud very loud. Simultaneously, the five-watt light on the terrace went off.

Ratna shriveled.

I'm sorry to see it. I just saw him scared. Already thin body, his mind must also be tormented. Getting pressure and coercion every day. I don't know how many times he's mutated into a desert creature. Which accompanies the journey against the scorching heat of a desert. I hope he's still the same as me. Steadfastly defend the right. Not willing to be monopolized.

Suddenly Ratna took a step forward. Bulldozed Pak Su's cheeks quickly. Mr. Su spit. Stand up. Squeezing Ratna's chin until I could see clearly the hate on that face. Faced. Equally savage. Fight in view. Both eyes wanted to hit each other. Deadening.

“Haaaaaa!” The whole staff screamed. Then, my eyes glared almost out his eyeballs.

Ratna's been pounding Mr. Su's stomach. A shiny pointed object out of nowhere, left on the left side of the abdomen. And, without the slightest sinful face, Ratna's laughter blared. He was successful in fighting his own fears.

All steps move backwards. No one dared to help Mr. Su. Maybe we think the same. Afraid of being stabbed due to Ratna's current insanity. Or, Ratna is really being possessed by a demon who lives in the back shed.

Ratna looked at us. The atmosphere turned suffocating. My body that was originally silent, was now a trembling reflex. Tak kunyana Ratna is that brutal.

“You should never dare to negotiate with me.” Mr. Su's voice then foiled my daydream.

Ratna is still frozen there.

“Keep us out of here!” Ratna growling. Voice restrained.

“You said we?”

Then the look shifted. “Who else is like Ratna?”

It may be true Ratna said. As fellow women, there are actually no women who are really willing to heat up in the Sahara desert with meters of garbage mounds. Night after night we were trapped in a sea of oases that covered 9,200,000 square km. It's still hard for us to find a way out.

And, just imagine! The temperature of the desert can reach 38 degrees Celsius and can change dramatically to minus 4 degrees Celsius at night. The cold of the night made the officers have to fight in rooms with temperatures exceeding 40 degrees Celsius. How hot? How much do we want to find a fresher life and no longer breathe the stinking scent of this oasis?

Then, what will happen if the hot temperature of the oasis meets the cold of the night under the garbage? The wind. The officers will be inside the shaking vortex. Our bodily mental pain. Wearied. Very bad during the trip. Sometimes some of us go to the desert twice a night.

It's so fucking rotten this place. To deceive the weakly doctored races by their ruler, Mr. Su. This anger is not complete. For we have never chosen this dark path.

“Who?” Mr. Su emphasized his voice.

I don't know who exactly we mean Ratna. Therefore, all mouths were tightly shut. Silent.

Mr. Su looked at the dark room to his left. He went to forcefully pull Ratna's arm over there.

The roar of my chest shook the entire side. “What will happen to Ratna? Please, Ratna you must survive.”

My feet moved forward. Another officer arrested me. “You want to be poked too? The room was the hottest room. We won't be strong linger there. As far as I know, only people who oppose Pak Su will be brought there.”

“Then, how is the fate of Ratna?”

“There is no love for each other here.” He squeaks. Emphasizes.

I saw his hand on my arm. “Then, this?”

“I don't care. But you have to know yourself. We're employees and he's boss.” The answer shows either stupidity or helplessness.

Ratna shouted, asking not to do, not to do. As a listener, I thought too far. Ratna will definitely be exploring the desert with Mr. Su in the room. The voice that was originally blaring finally only sounded like a silenced mouth. Is Ratna back gagged? Ls it? Ls it? I closed my eyes. Innalillahi Ratna's. How is the fate of your rights? All I heard next was the shrill voice of Ratna continuing to rebel. In the end, the room was quiet. Fifteen minutes passed.