FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 72 "Towards the Night"

"Well right. Here's how I tell you the photos of those holidays."

He moved his finger over the screen. "It." Then, bring the phone screen to me.

I borrowed his phone for a second.

Twelve photos were sent. There's also. One of their videos is complicated to find a photo angel under the iconic statue of Singapore.

"What send your Mom. You didn't send, Yo?"

"That, Mas Ib, HP Mbak Bia lost on the way to the airport. Falling in the street. Want to find HP, afraid to miss the plane."

"Pay off from five days ago."

"But, he shouldn't have been able to get permission that long if the reason was just a vacation" I murmured.

"That's why I don't understand. But, Papah yesterday said it was a week in Singapore. Maybe Brother Bia ngikut," said Dio.

Dio called his mom. Not connect. Change calling his papa. Two calls were not answered.

"Cannot. They take a break."

"You just sent that photo?"

Dio.

"Mas, how?"

"What?"

"Applicable. Bia Deal's sister, right?"

"No."

"Ethdust. Keep continuing? Was faith chosen?"

"Not really."

"Squeaky. That's weird, Mas. My people you know Brother Bia loves you very much. Cook you, Mas. I also did not choose Faith. This is weird lo. Brother Bia is very often a story to Mamah. Kak Bia often asked to be taught a good cook so that he could bring provisions for Mas Nizam."

"You're serious, Yo?"

"Ethdust. This is serious, mah. Twice rius. How I think. Curious. Brother Bia is weird."

"Yes already. Thank you, Yo. There's no news you're telling me."

"But, Brother Bia should also talk to Mas Nizam if Kak Bia really loves."

"OKAY. I'll go home first."

"Be careful, Mommy."

On the way home, my phone shook. I'm stopping. Slipping in front of pecel stalls that open start ba'da magrib. Ibuk called.

📞"Snigh, Buk?" (Yes, Buk?)

📞"Mbak Rubia piye, Zam?" (What about Rubia, Zam?)

📞"Zam? What is the outcome of his proposal? I can't wait, Zam."

📞"Patient bus, yes, Buk. I can't mean Rubia. I wish you the best."

📞"Zam, it should not be confused Rubia Mbak replied. Is there a rival of yours?"

📞"There, Buk."

📞"Wooh, lha it. Keep pepeting, Zam. But, that's good."

📞"Goddessa. Please pray it."

The call ended immediately after I said I was on my way to the contract.

Two days later. Even week. No word from Dio. When I was going to go to campus and after, I took the time to the house of Ms. Bia, maybe she had gone home. His parents always ignored my calls. I went to MAN once again to see the principal. The answer is different, but just tell Mba Rubia permission three days follow her parents anjangsana to an industrial company in Singapore. The principal also has not received any news as to why the permit could be delayed for up to a week. That's why I forced the principal to tell me. Unfortunately, that answer still did not satisfy me.

Suddenly the phone came in from the mamahnya Rubia. I stammered. I lifted it straight away. Not yet I speak, I hear a wobbly voice welcoming the ears.

📞"Mas Nizam, we're sorry if Rubi got it wrong. That refusal is only for the good of you two. Please understand that. Please let it be removed."

📞"To be honest I have not been able to accept the obvious reason, Auntie. Honestly, that's how I feel. Faith also asks for clarity. Sorry, Auntie."

📞"In fact Rubi is sick. Pray for a quick recovery. Aunt stay first." Sounds emergency.

The call was cut off before I could confirm when they were coming home. What's wrong with the pain that suddenly strikes Rubia? For me to refuse a proposal for the reason of the pain does not make much sense. Suddenly I suspected Rubia actually had a chronic disease. But, seeing that night he ate so freely, it seemed impossible.

I contacted Mas Iman.

📞"Barusan Mamahnya phone. Rubia said she was sick."

📞"What?"

📞"I'm still confused. I'm sure there's a reason besides that. Looks like he's home tomorrow. If you have time, come here!" I just thought about it.

📞"You're sure, Mas, he's coming home tomorrow?"

📞"God willing."

📞"OK. So, I have to cancel the schedule."

Change phone Diyo. Also answered directly.

📞"Yo, Mommy's sick."

📞"In fact I've known from yesterday, Mas Ib. I wonder why Mamah did not immediately tell you from the beginning Brother was sick. Sory, I'm not telling you. Mama said not first. The request of Mbak Rubia, rather than a lot of worrying about it."

📞"What's he hurting?"

📞"Son Bia used to have lung disease. Bronchitic. But, long time no relapse."

📞"She's on vacation to relapse or to Singapore for seeking the best treatment?"

📞"Relapse, Mas. Mamah just said Kak Bia's disease relapsed. But, Mamah also talked about her blood Mbak Bia high."

📞"Yes Allah, really sudden. Astagfirullah."

📞"I'm also shocked, Mas. Sory didn't tell me right away."

📞"OK okay. Thanks for the info, Yo."

📞"Be careful, Mas. I'll let you know if there's any good progress."

📞"Sip. I'm waiting for."

Cell phone in pocket. I turned in the mosque near the campus. I have not prayed asar. I want to perform Hajat prayer.

Ten minutes passed.

I open the prayer with praise and salawat munjiyat, also prayer prayer hajat. "Oh my God, now I can open my eyes wider. You open your heart to see and feel the love of Mother Rubia through the news that I have just heard. Also from Dio. Rabbi, I am sure that You will continue to extend his life until destiny unites us in the bonds of marriage. I'll learn to give love to him." I end it with the prayer of the universe. Repeating.

I'm rising. Take the phone out of my pocket.

"Tut, tut, tut." Incoming call. But, it was rejected. I had to call again. With the rejection of my call, I suspected that something had happened. But I kept holding back positive thinking.

I chat Mas Iman.

"You can go straight to my contract. I'm waiting for." Tick one.

And after thinking about it, mom should also know as soon as possible. My call was not answered immediately. I'm definitely still cleaning the house and cooking for tonight. I'm calling Mas Bayu instead.

📞"Mas, I want to talk to Ibuk."

📞"I came out with Nurin. What's up?"

📞"Yes done." Immediately I've decided.

Five minutes later, I called back.

📞"Buk, I'd like to talk. But, I'm asking for help I need to calm down. Can't be rowdy. Promise?"

📞"What, Zam? I'm curious about this."

📞"Mbak Rubia is now still sick. I don't know what the condition is."

📞"Innallahi. Oh God Gusti, how should I do now, Le?" I thought I would worry about Rubia.

📞 I'm trying to make a quiet sound. "It's not just praying."

📞"Bushy brat, yes. I'm going to Tulungagung now."

📞"No need, Buk. No need to."

📞"Happy to worry, Zam."

📞"Rubia's mother is still in Singapore. I'll just calm down."

📞 Ibuk. "Why (why) abroad, Zam?"

📞"Mbak Rubia holiday, keep her disease relapsing."

📞"Duh Gusti, Yes Allah, Zam. This is really worried. Tulung, Zam, Ibuk want to Tulungagung. Piye (how), Le?"