FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 73 "When the Full Moon Disappears"

*Nizami's Ibban

📞"Yes already. Sultryly. I'll get ready first. If Mas Iman has not left, Ibuk can be with him. Why not? I don't think it's leaving yet, Buk."

📞"Yes wis (already). I'm getting ready first. Ibuk also never went to Tulungagung."

📞"Yes, Buk. Assalamu'alaikum."

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam, Zam."

I called Mas Iman. My message ticked two.

📞"Where? What time are you leaving?"

📞"Later, Mas Bro. After magrib had left immediately."

📞"OK. Just ask for help you pick up my mom at home. I want to come here."

📞"Okay, Mas. God willing I'll pick it up."

📞"Yes. Thank you, Mommy."

Faith breaks her call first.

I sent an SMS message to my mom.

"Buk, ba'da magrib njenengan directly picked up. I'm ready, ngggeh. Long journey. I wear a jacket. Bring the clothes not much. Take anti-sickness medication. I don't want you to get here to get sick." Message sent.

I sent another message. "It's hard not to bring any food. No need to buy. Let me cook, Buk. I can also stay at the shop."

In-house.

Mobile data stay live. I'm waiting for news from Rubia and Dio's parents. The vegetables and side dishes in the kitchen are gone. I just bought it at the front shop. Who knows after that there is good news. I'm out for a minute, on foot.

When I bought, there was a neighbor who was also buying fried rice, then asked Rubia. Honestly, I said he was sick. I guaranteed a prayer that the woman then offered. I also all told the schedule of tutoring and temporary school holidays because of urgent circumstances.

"Here, Mas."

I gave the money sheet while welcoming the crackle. I gave you the fitting money.

After I returned, putting the vegetable in the cauldron, I saw a notification of the missed call on my phone that I was casing. I immediately called back a call from Mamahannya Mama Rubia. I'm clucking. Response no. Swipe down, I call Dio. He is the same. Ignoring calls.

I left prayers and teaching. I spent dozens of Korans praying for Rubia. At the end of the night, I was still facing my phone and laptop. I left to do the task of uploading student data. Tea only half a glass.

And, it does not feel like I overslept before I prayed. I woke up when suddenly someone knocked on the front door quite hard. With slightly staggered steps and blurry eyes, I opened the door. Welcoming the arrival of Mother and Mas Iman with a mouth that is evaporating.

"Come, Buk!"

"Hud not salat. What time is it?" I put his big bag on the chair. His head turned to the left right, looking for where the wall clock was.

"There's no clock, Buk. I haven't changed it yet."

"It's still two o'clock" replied Mas Iman.

"We worship first if so. I also overslept. Not yet sibut."

Faith took the position of being a priest. He's more awake. Ten minutes passed.

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

Me and Iman took turns kissing the back of my mother's hand.

"Yet. His sister and mother haven't told you yet."

The three of us stayed until dawn. Faith is the one who continues to lead. On the sidelines of the dhikr was muttered, my mind was fixed on Mbak Rubia. I'm not a mother who has a strong bond and feeling, but it's not said Rubia has made me unable to calm down.

In the morning about eight o'clock more, after the rice and vegetable breakfast I bought last night, we went to the house of Miss Rubia in the car Mas Iman.

Upon arrival, I saw that the garage of his house had been opened. Relieved it. Maybe they're home. However, when the car was about to turn into the yard, the security guard told Mas Iman to park outside. I opened the windshield, there were a lot of flower arrangements there.

"Pass of Faith, hurry!" I'm gupuh.

Car stopped. My mom and I went down immediately. Mas Iman.

One two three steps closer to the garage. Silent. There was the sound of my mother grimacing, then hugging me tightly. While Iman is getting closer. Stand in front of the flower. He's flinching in there. I kept my mother walking slowly. I swallowed the saliva. I held onto the shoulder of Iman. I let go of my hand. Then, I and Iman embraced. Pat each other on the back. No water seeped from the corner of my eye. The woman who owes after mother is Mbak Rubia.

"He left us this soon" said Mas Iman. As a man, he tried to be strong. I am too. I patted her back.

"We go in, Le," said the mother helplessly.

I let go of the embrace of Mas Iman.

We step in parallel. I saw a white-clothed dio by the door. He ran towards me. I cry while hugging me.

"Sir Rubi, Mas Ib. How can this be."

"Be a strong man to your Mamah, Yo," I whispered to him.

"How's Mamahmu?"

Dio let go of his hand. "Mama just fainted. You see, Mom, inside. There's yasinan. Come on!"

"Come, Buk!" I said.

Papah Mbak Rubia immediately turned his head. Stand up to welcome us. I accelerated a little step by step immediately greeted the face that was being drenched in sadness. We hugged very tightly.

"Rubi's destiny is only here" he said.

"Norgh, Om. I was honestly shocked. I don't know what's going on. The sudden news of the pain was shocking."

I relinquished.

"My bus came here to say condolences."

"Thank you, Mom." He looked at mom.

Mas Iman approached, hugging and saying, "Me too, Om. This is not really the news we are looking forward to. Had Mas Nizam been Rubia's choice, it wouldn't have been much more depressing than what I see now."

"Rubia's destiny in the world is over."

They let go of hugs.

"Om sorry. Really sorry. It happened so suddenly."

He hinted that we would sit like him who started sitting on a sofa that had been marginalized.

We are prepared to listen to the continuation of the incident. We're very curious.

"Ok has interests in Singapore. Rubia had complained of dizziness. A little unwell. But, he said he needed refreshing. Long time no travel. Thas right. He last walked that one year ago. He was given three days of teaching. Fearing that there was nothing, his mother also came along. But, Dio chose to boarding his friend. Enmity happened. HP Rubi is gone. He refused to buy a new HP. His mother had reminded him that he should immediately buy HP there so that if you ask the results of the application, you are not confused. Whether he had a hunch or something, Rubia forbade Om and Aunt from telling us where we were in Singapore. Two days he traveled to many places with his Mom. The picture was sent to Dio."

"Yes, Om. I've seen the picture."

"Everyone who knows is clearly his Mom. His mother said, he was nauseous and his dizziness got worse. His old illness relapsed. And, after being labelled the results were surprising. He needs to be treated. But, the tension goes up and down. Two days ago the tension was very high 180. We gupuh. Meanwhile, Om himself also still has interests with industry directors. The night was checked and when Rubia was on your phone, the tension was good. Drastically down. We have hope. But, suddenly yesterday morning. The tension soared up again until 190. He can no longer be expected. Doctors have confirmed there's a broken blood vessel in the brain."

Mother crying. I hugged my mother from the side even though I was holding myself back.

"But the bronchitis is cured?"

"Yet. When he called you, he was still coughing badly. Rubia had long abandoned her eating and snacking habits since the third semester she was sick. One year he was healed. And, it was only recently that he started eating habitually. In fact, that night, Mas. She is so happy that you want to come home, she celebrates her happiness by buying a lot of food for you. It really is."

I'm down. I wiped my tears that fell.

"Om, I'm sorry."

"I also apologise profusely for weighing on Ms Rubia's mind" said Mas Iman.

"No. You don't have to apologize. Make what. The wrong om. Um, ask for his prayer, yeah. Please leave Rubia. But if Om can be honest, you're both good men. It's hard for Rubia to choose wrong or from you. But, Om also will not cover that Rubia's true feelings fall on Mas Nizam. I apologize to Iman. Please forgive me."

Faith was silent for a moment. He nodded twice.

"I know that, Om. It seems like it's better not to be discussed anymore."

Mamah Mak Rubia is approaching. The face was still very red and his eyes were narrow. His lips curled down. Two objects in the hand were placed on the table.

"Rubia nitip messages for this to be returned. Rubia was calm. Rubia died in an easy way. He's apologizing. He's praying you guys some day you get a better replacement." The sentence was spoken in a loud voice.

"Is there anything else Rubi said?" ask Me Faith.

"none. He just begged Aunt to say her apology. In fact, before you heard the answer in person, Mas Ibban only heard from the phone, he had already left first. The journey is over, my. Rubia is no longer with us. Please it's forgiven."

"I love Rubia, Mom. Honestly, I as his mother Nizam acknowledge the kindness and sincerity of Rubia. I'm shocked. So surprised." I cried again. Isak ibuk.

"Please forgive me, yes, ma'am."

They exchanged tears. Approaching each other and finally strengthening in the embrace.

"There's not the slightest mistake Rubia's mother has made, ma'am. I am happy to be able to cook and hear firsthand that Mrs Rubia likes my son Nizam. An ordinary man from the village."

"Auntie apologizes for refusing and often ignores Mas Nizam's call. Last night Aunt had a phone call, Aunt told me she'd take off at half an hour. Aunt apologize again."

"It's okay, Auntie. God willing, there is nothing I am worried about."

The night became very dark because the full moon had disappeared from his side.

The earth is suddenly barren because the water is no longer able to water.

The sea became a storm because the sun was grieving and reluctant to occupy the sky.

So also my heart that instantly becomes empty because the beauty of God entrusted to it has been lost.

Sorry for waiting so long. Thank you for staying at Fizah. God willing POV His permission will appear soon. Sorry also for those who have been waiting for Fizah, but the Fizah has not been nongol as well. 🌹 🙏