FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 69 "Application Results"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

In order to make that choice, I thought about it all day. After the prayer, I always stared at the two things on my bed. It is impossible that I reject both. Papa and Mama still tend to like Mr. Ibban. Maybe it was because from the beginning he was the one I told them so someone who made them interested was Mr. Ibban. But they do not impose the will. They can already gauge that whoever is my decision, it must be my choice. After all, Mr. Ibban and Mr. Iman are both good.

I walked towards the teacher's room while carrying the children's workbook. Mobile rings. The incoming message from Mr. Ibban, he reminded me that today is the time for me to give an answer. But, it seems like I haven't been able to decide that. Since last night, I've been dizzy. I'm not so excited. Maybe because I've been thinking about a lot lately. There was a problem at school, a problem with one of the children's parents tutoring at home, and two options that I still put off.

I called Mr. Ibban.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. How, Ma'am?"

📞"I haven't been able to solidify the choice, Mr. Ib. Patient, right?"

📞He laughs. "I can't wait for that, Momuk. So, I asked directly."

📞"Please Ibuk, Sir. Tell Ibuk, ngapunten."

📞"OK. A lifetime choice. Convince your heart."

📞"Yes, Mr Ib."

I cut off the call.

"Bu Bia tumben pale face," said one of the teachers of English maple.

"Cook, Ma?"

"Pucet lips. The view is also somewhat sweet."

"Lawong I'm just dizzy lo, ma'am."

The teacher was a beard. "Hmm.this is also because Bu Bia's lipstick is not too bright today."

"I only wear lipgloss."

"Yes if it is sick, monggo lo to UKS only. Children are given duty, ma'am."

"Ngegeh, Mom. Thanks though. I want to do this first."

"I went to class first if the teacher. Come on, Miss Bia."

I nodded.

After the big meal that night, I haven't checked my health. I seem to be eating too much.

"How much do I weigh now, huh?" my inner.

I put the children's workbook down, then shuffled into the UKS room. I immediately weighed the weight. I grimaced later. It turns out that my weight went up a lot. Five kilos in three weeks. Now it is sixty-two. The changes are quite visible from some parts of my body that begin to look bigger, especially the cheeks and legs.

Actually, my appearance is much better now. I used to weigh only forty kilos to a height of one hundred and sixty. When I was still undergoing treatment and routinely taking medication. It happened before I got the thesis. My two semesters went down because I had to focus on my health. Even so, I did not extend my time in college. Thank goodness I am healthy now. Last control six months ago, I was still healthy. My health is normal. Therefore, sometimes I dare to eat my favorite food again such as during a meeting at night with Mr. Ibban.

*Nizami's Ibban

Four days later.

Why Rubia suddenly could not be contacted. Ever since I asked him about it, he hasn't been contacted. Mr. Faith asked the same thing. Since he's in Banyuwangi, he can't go to Tulungagung. When I went to Rubia's house to make sure, I only met with the security guard, the assistant said he rarely entered, and the private tutoring children were closed. The security guard did not want to tell. I told him to confess, but it's kept a secret. I'm increasingly wondering where Rubia and her family are. I asked the headmaster, the headmaster told me to ask directly to the person concerned. Then, I told it to Mr. Faith, but not to my mother.

The next day before I left for college, I went to Rubia's house. His house remains deserted. I just parked the bike in front of the garage. I saw his security guard playing with a cell phone in the mail.

"Satpam's Uncle?"

The guard looked. Open the garage.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Yes what's wrong?"

"Sir, please tell me where Miss Rubia is."

"Ehmm.iya actually I just got an order from the Madam so that if Mas Ibban came here, I was told to tell you, Mas."

"Continue?"

"They are now in Singapore."

I was quite surprised.

"A vacation, a job, or something else?"

"Why don't you just call Ibban directly."

"This, sir, the number." The security guard showed me his screen.

Then I kept his mother's number.

"Number is not changing," my mind. No notification of numbers has been replaced in Rubia's chat.

I searched her mother's number in WA contact. Last seen half ago. I called him and it rang. My first call was an answer. Just the third call, the second the call is received starts running. There was no answer when I said my greetings. I just heard whispers.

The sound of people coughing. The voice approached the speaker phone, then heard a greeting.

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah. Is this you, Mommy?"

📞"Yes." He coughed again. He sounds like a flu guy. Or, she just cried.

📞"How are you?"

📞"Alhamdulillah I'm good."

📞"Playing in Singapore? You didn't tell me."

📞"Busy waiting for the answer, yes, sir? Mr Faith too?"

📞"Yes."

📞"Gapain over there?"

📞"Father there is a need here. We're all going there. Uh, but my sister's not coming, sir. He's stuck at his friend's boarding house. Free to play he said."

📞"Totally?"

📞"Ehm.iya really, Mr Ib." He coughed again. Saying ooze. Her voice moved away from the speaker.

📞"You sick, Ma'am?"

📞"Where, Sir?"

📞"Sick?"

📞"No, not."

📞"Rubia, you change clothes, gih! It's in half an hour." Some say so. Male voice.

I pretend I don't listen. I thought it was the sound of the papa. Reminds me of Mama Ala at the time.

📞"What way?"

📞"The Way Papa, Mr Ib."

📞"You're really in Singapore no other event?"

📞"Bene, Sir."

But I doubt that answer.

📞"Then, how is the answer?"

Her mother's voice spoke to her. Ask her mom to take over the phone.

📞"Hello, Mas Ibban. Her Mama. Aunt, yes, that's talking. Aunt apologized for not being able to...Um...Aunty to the point, yeah."

📞"Ma, it's okay for me to tell Mr. Ibban. I'm fine, Mah," said Rubia. Even though I can still hear it.

📞"Hello?"

📞"Hello?" Change sound.

📞"What did you say?"

📞"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." He gave a pause. Then, continue down. "I can't accept Mr Ibban's proposal."

I gasp. The deg! The heart pumps faster.

📞"Oh, so. O.ok. Hmm. That's okay, Ma'am." I don't know why my eyes are watering. I'm looking. Something must be wrong. These tears make no sense.

📞"I'm sorry. Very sorry, Sir. If I have returned from Singapore. I'm giving back that keris. I'm not the right person to keep that cacitral keris."

📞"Means you chose Mas Iman?"

Rubia did not answer. I've been able to decipher with that silence.