FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 61 "The Sun Is Rising For It"

*Yazeed Akiki Mubarak

The sky is still very thick. The sound of the music thumping continued to screech the eardrum. The dim lights cause the traffic not so clear. Actually I don't feel at home for long here. Cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol that is always smelled by my senses. But I have to meet the woman I promised to bring from here tonight. This time I had to make up for it very expensive because she said she was special. I won't mention how much the ransom is than Riya. And, I'll see for myself how special he is later.

Two women tried to get close to me. I signaled that I was not willing to date anyone. Necessity is not having fun. I saw the two of them sneering with a dislike look.

"Why is he so long?" my inner.

I saw the watch in the hand had already passed the number twelve. The point is I have to be back before three.

"This is what I mean." The voice of the woman who was getting older was tapped into the rumbling rhythm of jazz music. However, I understood that he was showing the woman beside him. I just caught a glimpse.

I put money in my pocket.

"Paid kontan. Here you are!" I called the woman.

The woman took the money that was still sealed in an envelope. He opened it and made sure the amount of money was not less than a dime. Then he noticed me for a moment, then he signaled a hand for the special woman to come closer to me.

"You're telling me to work with him, Mom?"

"Now you belong to her."

The special woman showed her submissive behavior.

"Remember! Don't you ever come here again. I don't want to do business with people like you." Women threaten. His eyes glare. He also walked away.

"Follow me!"

"Where?"

"Prove if you're really special?"

"You mean we'll..."

"Be careful when you talk."

"Don't be naive of you. What use are you to redeem me if it's not for pleasure."

I'm speeding up the pace. He behind me kept asking questions.

"Why are you considered special? What can you do?"

"Whatever you want."

I'm staring. "Related?"

"Why not."

She's really good at flirting. His speech and gaze were unusual. He has a very strong attraction. And, he always confirmed his words with great confidence.

"What's your name?"

"Aynour. You you?" He offered his palm.

I looked at that hand. The ends of his nails were painted dark brown. "Call me Yaz."

"It seems you're not an ordinary person. Yaz what's your name?"

"Yazid."

"You look like a thug. What thugs are you? You have how much money so you can redeem me. As far as I know, Mak won't easily let go of his beloved son."

"not important. Your job is to stop talking."

He laughed lightly. Then, all the way to where I parked the vehicle, he was silent.

"Don't talk until I tell you to talk." His speech sounds clever. I'm lazy to answer that unimportant question. He should only be thankful that he would not be dealing with the half-old woman.

"Monggo" said Kartoyo. My personal driver.

"Lake in!" my orders to him.

He's still silent. "Do you not have a car other than a dilapidated one like this." His eyes still judge the look of my vehicle.

She's staring. Creating smiles. "How many vehicles do you have at home?"

"Don't talk! Coming in!"

He smiled again too.

Kartoyo runs the car slowly.

"Broze once," he murmured. I can hear that.

Aynur enjoyed the back seat as she pleased.

"Until POM, we stop, Kang."

"Switch, Den."

"Yaz, don't you have anything I can suck?"

In front of Kartoyo was a pack of cigarettes. I know it's empty. I threw it at Aynur.

He caught it while saying hap.

"empty." He hisses.

"Den, there's a POM ahead."

"We're down."

A few hundred meters later.

"Down. Replace your clothes with this." I looked over and gave her a long dress.

His gaze investigates. He took off the clothes.

Bruk! He closed the car door hard.

"The car's time to service again, Den."

"Later. It can still be used."

Aynur's back. The wind flew his bangs. Highlight of the moon obscuring facial mimicry. He's back in the car.

"Where was your shirt?"

"It."

I disfigured.

"You want to do that?"

"Dispose."

"What do you mean tell me to dress like this. You seem to have a certain purpose."

"Your clothes should be that. You remember what your mother said. Now kousiliku. Whatever I want to tell you what it's like. Your job is fucked."

"Based on a strange man" he murmured.

I was silent for a long time. I didn't hear him talking either. Just the noise of the ramshackle voice of the sedan car I once bought also for the sake of picking up women like him. The noise continues to dominate. And, finally even more sounding dilapidated because suddenly the pace swallowed. I let out a breath. A car breaking down in the middle of the road is common.

Kartoyo went down to check on her. Smoke comes out of the engine once it is opened. He turned his face. His hands are ruffled by the waist. But, usually Kartoyo reliably fix a smattering of whatever the car is.

I'm down. The car door that I closed hard woke Aynur soundly.

"Can you fix it?"

"Can, Den. Just go there first." Kartoyo pointed at the shady tree to the west.

I nodded.

I knocked on the car glass. "out! The car broke down."

He sighed as he blabbed, "I told you your car is dilapidated. Why don't I use your money to buy a more luxurious car than to take me from there."

"That's none of your business. What you have to do is turn to your new master."

She's tailing. Following my sitting motion on the big rock.

"Why?" suddenly tanyanya.

I took cigarettes and matches. Turn it on, then ignite it. I sucked it right away after the tip was flushed. I looked up while spouting smoke. Sighs long.

"Is something wrong?" I'm staring.

That view has changed now. Aynur changed his perspective. He asked that. Very curious.

Before I answered, I smoked my cigarette again. But, he preceded me by asking again.

"Do you have no job but to take on women like me? What's in it?"

"Something that shines is among the sand. Because of its small size, the light does not shine enough when exposed to sunlight."

"What do you mean?"

I stopped answering. Let him understand for himself.

"I've understood all kinds of men. I don't think you're like them. For example, I'm offering, it looks like you won't."

"In any case my instincts are still normal. I'm a man and you're a woman. Don't judge people in one look."

"Then, come on! Are you brave?"

He offered too seriously.

"Don't you ever leave your clothes on now." I got up close to Kartoyo. How far he has repaired the car.

"Still long?"

"A little while."

The mystical friction of twigs and towering leaves raises the thump in the chest. Winds wiggling. Fur standing up. The temperature is suddenly colder. I saw him clutching his own body while staring blankly in front of him.

I approached. Give him the jacket I wear. I left myself with only a shirt with no arms. Kontan he looked at me. Urung received my jacket.

"Kang, I'll go first. You and him go home. Don't wait and don't look for it. I have business."

I pulled out my cell phone.

"Hello?"