FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 7 “Jewellery Loss”

️ THIS PART CONTAINS MANY FIGURATIONS.

We simultaneously passed with our eyes in the doorway.

“What you guys saw and heard just now is a big lesson.” Mr. Su held the crate of his leather jacket. Pulling a hat on the chair. Poking Mas Hakim to follow him away.

It has been twenty days, but the opinion in my head is no more heart-slicing. The reality I just saw and heard was too painful for a poor woman.

I stared at the closed door. What happened in fifteen minutes?

The officers even disperse. Not to confirm Ratna's situation. They really don't care about anyone else anymore. They just think about how to find safety. Just what I thought at the beginning of my arrival. When I don't care about anyone, Ratna's circumstances hurt me.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ratna spread out her hands over the sickle. He was like an animal that had been slaughtered, then skinned. Floundering helplessly. Unfortunately I did not find a long piece of cloth there, other than the torn cloth that Ratna was wearing earlier. I tiptoed to my room, then I took my thin blanket. Quick kuseret. My heart was slashed at the sight of the miserable Ratna.

I rolled the blanket over all the jewelry. I'm putting Ratna. I hug him. I scapegoat as much as I can. I could feel his body shaking so violently and his palm cold. His face was as pale as people were about to meet his end.

“Ratna, I'm here with you.”

He wanted to answer, but it sobbed in freezing.

“I'm sorry, Ratna. I can't reach as sad as what your heart is.”

The longer his hand gripped my back.

The blanket is open. I found red patches. Dan, what does that mean? I failed to understand. I, who was once called a late-grown woman, did not understand why there was fresh blood there?

I let go of my embrace.

“Ratna, did Mr Su hurt you? He used a sharp weapon? But, I see she's not carrying a knife or anything, Ratna?”

“I failed, Fizah. Fail.”

“Means failed?”

“My jewelry was taken.”

The deg!

The metaphor ignited my anger. There are things I never knew. But, from now on I also understand why some women like me are so scared when told to walk down the oasis.

“So, all this time you have been trying desperately to maintain everything?”

“Yes, Fizah.”

I hugged him again.

“Ratna, this is not your will. No.”

From the beginning I came, Ratna was actually the only woman who offered me a smile. I can read the kindness in his eyes. Now his charm has faded taken away authoritarian will. His jewelry had perished only in a short period of time.

Dada Ratna kembis. Rinai was lying in the corner of her eyes. Dropped slowly. The rest hung on her dense, plump eyelashes. It turns out that beautiful is a wound. Beautiful can bring disaster.

My heart, seeing him bleed before my eyes. Then, the red color in the brown milk bedsheet was proof before Ratna ever survived the distress. For me, he has managed to fight for it. Although, he must finally receive a wound more bitter than the meaning of a human loss.

The brown eyeball finally sank between the eyelids. He staggered in my arms.

“Ratna, I promise I will try to get out of here with you. Then, we will be holy until all the impurities and smells are gone. God knows, Ratna. Sure know, my inner”.

Then, the next night.

I was assigned to meet the bearded man in a special room. Room where only two people will be met, buyers and employees. Room with golden-colored dim light. Half-rotten air mixed with rose essential therapeutic aroma. Once I was told by Ratna about the aroma of this therapy. A Chicago expert named Alan R. Hirsch said that the sense of smell will increase 84 percent after smelling the rose. For this reason, this particular room is always decorated with everything related to traveling through the desert.

And, as the air blew away my cheeks, my smell sniffed the scent of musk from my front. The man was truly an expert so as to recognize what was more evocative of a woman's animal instincts. Because as I remember, my mother also said she liked the scent when she wore it at night or at dawn. Especially when I and my two brothers say goodbye will go to the neighbor's house until late at night, at once the father will smear the musk. For reasons I don't understand.

The Judge said, the man was very thirsty. He offered high salaries to the officers. So high, he was free to choose and the choice fell on me. Either I'm chosen or this is just the cunning of a mere Judge.

With lecherous footsteps, I approached him who was sitting showing his power. The ramones ori jacket is left open and looks like a black tie paired with a blue shirt. Both his hands stretched. Shiny pantofel shoes lifted high above the footstool. He looks like a man who doesn't want to be old.

He still sniffed the pungent scent in the glass before noticing my arrival. One two steps, he turned his head as his lips poked the edges of the glass.

We cross our eyes. Surely if others look at him, that person will agree to say he is an ambitious man. The bitch who switched

How could such an old man still be so thirsty? Is there no purer water in his house? Rather than him just going to drink the source from under the trash? Is he a man who is late for second puberty like me who is late to realize my maturity? About this second pubescent I only found out last night from a friend of the officer.

“Can't you change your clothes?” So said.

I had expected a man like him would definitely skin my appearance. Commenting on my fashion as I please. At most he was used to playing with women who never extended his cloth to the ankles. And, before climbing the stairs, I put on my headscarf to test the lights. Whether his instincts are still normal or have been damaged in the shackles of lust.

I chant whatever prayer I can recite. At least this evening I also fulfilled my obligation. I have repeated the rote in my mind even though the result is still like the previous days. Not a single page is smooth. I'm sure it's because of where I am. Dan, help me! I never really wanted to be under this shit. I'm still sane.

“I have the right to order you. You see that red dress over there?” His eyes looked straight.

I followed.

“You should wear it tonight.”

Although I was honestly trembling, I was holding back this fear.

“Can I sit?”

The man opened it with his eyes.

I sat on the sofa chair type of the classic round arm gray color. I let both my legs close. I put both my hands on it. I'm actually showing that I'm not a real employee. I am a good woman who is lost. He should be able to read that.

“You change your fabric!” He repeated again.