FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 71 "Meeting Dusk"

*Nizami's Ibban

I called Rubia's parents again. But my calling always ends without an answer. I suspect something is hidden. I don't want to be cheated like Ma'am Ala did at the time. Moreover, my mother always called me and asked the results of her application. I want to make sure before I explain.

Still with the room lights on. The incoming message from Mr. Faith.

"Congratulations. I can only pray for the best."

My eyebrows instantly shriveled. I phoned him.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum? You weren't the chosen one?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. This afternoon his mother called me, Mas. I don't know how obvious it is. But, her mother said she couldn't accept my proposal. I would like to ask a lot. So, I immediately thought that maybe Mas Nizam was chosen. Congratulations."

📞"Mbak Rubia also did not accept my application."

📞"Kira him why, Mas? He's in Singapore, right, now? The paper's got a meeting there."

📞"Yes right. I don't really understand either. Yeah, maybe he has a reason he can't tell."

📞"Yes. I-i understand. Yes, I have, Mas. Sory, bother, Mas Bro."

📞"Okay."

He disconnected the call. I used to say I would be Legowo after hearing the proposal. But, after hearing it directly without clarity, even though my voice easily recited sentence after sentence Rubia on the phone earlier, I was worried about her condition. I can't straight up chest. There is still something stuck even though I let it pass.

I tried calling again. I swiped my phone screen. It's still eight o'clock.

"It's polite to call her parents" I thought.

Tut's. Tut's. Tut's. I was relieved because after five seconds of the call's voice being connected, minutes of incoming calls were running. Her mother's voice preceded me before I said my greetings. But, I could clearly hear the voice was being unsettled.

"How's Rubia's mom, Auntie?"

The sound of crying I heard later.

"Sorry, Aunt. Aunty and family are on vacation or because there is another need?"

"Tante can't explain now."

"Why is Aunt crying? May I know. Ngapunten, Aunt. Me and Iman want to know the reason why Mrs Rubia rejected all our applications. I think with Mrs Rubia rejecting me, she accepted Mas Iman's proposal. What's up, Auntie?" I nodded with many sentences.

He was silent for a moment. I keep hearing the crying. The phone call was finally cut.

I let out a breath. Clucked. If they're not in Singapore, I'll find them.

"I'd better go to her house again."

Thick jackets should not be forgotten. Than the wind. No one can snarl. The motor is still outside. I breezed away to his house when the door of the neighbor's house was already closed.

"May his sister come home or I can still meet with the security guard" I thought.

The motor travels at a speed of fifty kilometers per hour.

Twenty minutes later.

The front of the house is still bright. Some of the rooms inside were already dark. The security guard post was dark.

"Maybe the security guards are inside" I thought.

"Ting tung's. Ting tung."

I waited a few seconds. I pushed the bell so it would go back and forth repeatedly. Then, someone shouted from within, half annoyed. As soon as I got closer, I could see who was approaching.

"Who, anyway, these malems are like namu," he said.

"I'm coming."

"Loh, Mas Ibban. What's up, Mas?"

The gate is not opened.

"May the gate open first, sir?"

"Yes. Just a minute, Mom."

The security guard took out a lot of keys from his pants pocket.

"This hour is locked? Sister Rubia's not coming home, sir?"

"No, Mas. During the Mr and Mrs holiday to Singapore, Mas Dio nginep in his boarding houses." The security guard then shifted the gate to the right.

"So, they're on vacation?"

The guard breathed. "It's just that, Mom. Sir there's anjangsan to one of the industrial companies there. Miss Rubia and Madam vacation."

"Here we are, Ibban. Opo I look like I'm kidding. So, the only one guarding the house is me. What else is this?"

"But, Miss Rubia is fine, right?"

"Looks fine, Mas. But I don't know too, yeah. Is Ibban really ready Rubia? Her boyfriend? Or, is it her future husband?"

"Hmmm..."

"Kok Mas Ibban come here often. Or, because Rubia's beautiful. Yes, my Mas?" The guard was joking.

"I'm serious, sir."

"Yes if Mas Ibban is a close person, Mbak Rubia should know what Rubia is doing. Yeah, to?"

"That's exactly it, sir. As far as I know Rubia's mom has never been abroad."

"Lhoo, Rubia's mom is her hobby lo, Mas, anu."

I justify in my heart. He used to tell stories, actually he has a hobby of traveling. Just like his brother who has a convection in Banyuwangi. Means the possibility is he deliberately took advantage of the opportunity mumpung papaanya there anjangsana in Singapore. At least I'm calmer.

"I just remembered that, sir. But, if I may know, did Miss Rubia ever apply or ever had a boyfriend who came here, sir?"

"Daughter?"

The guard laughed. "Lawong Mbak Rubia was lost to play with his sister. If her sister had a boyfriend. I know that Rubia is single until now. Yes, yes, Mas Ibban. Call Rubia's mom mboten (not) active?"

"Try me on the phone again. It broke up."

Connected. But, unanswered. I looked at the security guard while shaking.

"Sir, try, I'm asking for Dio's HP number."

"Mas Dio? Got no me? Momentary sec. My HP's in the dalem, Mas. Monggo sit in the post first." The security guards are in stages.

I checked Rubia's chat again. Last seen is the same. His social media posts and stories have not increased. I don't know her parents' social media. My phone number doesn't seem to have been saved either so I can't see their stories. There's no trace. However, I will try to meet Dio because who knows.

The guard is back.

"This, Mas. I have, but I haven't saved. Go to Mas Ibban see. Can't send me."

I stared at the cell phone screen. And, the sound of the connected call goes off. Dio immediately picked it up.

📞"Hello. The assalamualaikum? Who'sis this?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. Mas Nizam."

📞"Oh, Mas Nizam's. Nopo (what), Mas?"

📞"Why not come to Singapore?"

📞"That. I'm a males. Dingy. Mending hanging out with futsal friends here."

📞"I'm there. Don't go."

📞"I'm hanging out, Mas?"

📞"Wait."

📞"Ready."

I walked away with greetings.

Setiba in place. The location is in accordance with Dio's dishare. I went down in one location that was on average inhabited by boarding children.

📞"Try you out! I'm outside, Yo."

📞"Okay, Mas."

Someone shouted in the right direction. From two hundred meters away. He waved, then ran towards me.

"Tumbens?" Dio asked me to shake hands.

"Try calling your parents now. I'm asking for help. Important."

"They're in Singapore, Mas."

"I know."

"Continue?"

"Are they okay?"