FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 81 "Darul Amin"

*ratna

"That you see, it's the home of all the inhabitants who are here. Female part. The men are in the south. Not too visible from here."

"How many plants are there?" my many.

I saw all kinds of vegetables lying on the front page. It is located on my left, surrounded by a half-meter-high bamboo fence, under the mango tree manalagi and rambutan binjai.

"Houses are blocked by mango trees and rambutans, there's a man's lodging."

I looked back at the house that was the highest position. There's a ladder up to get to that house. Looking at the atmosphere around which is still very beautiful, I think standing up there is very calming. But, I don't know whose house it is.

"This place is huge, yes," said Fizah. Fizah looked to her right. A mosque without a minaret is not too big. Ten by seven meters. Equipped with a male wudu.

"Yes. Back there, there's still cowsheds, goats, and chickens."

Fizah's head spontaneously turned to the right. "There's a cage too?"

"Follow me!"

It makes me more curious and enthusiastic.

"Women are not many. There are only thirty-five. Many of the houses are still empty. Can you stay if you want. Cook together like they do."

I found many women clad in ripe cookery behind the compartments of the house. In an open room, under the canopy.

"Gus?" They immediately greeted after seeing Yazeed staring at them with a smile.

There are some women who are working while carrying children. One of them is drawing water, spilling water into large tubs. Beside him was a pile of clothes. Kuelusi. Then I looked back at them.

"My life would be like that if I stayed here" my inner self.

Yazeed's move stopped. The men are busy in the cages. The cows are quite a lot. There are eight, the goat is probably less than ten. Meanwhile, the chicken coop is quite large as well.

"What do you think?"

Me and Fizah looked at each other.

"Don't wonder. The average adult. Many have families, but not a few are also separated from the family. They are the ones who have repented. Many others have gone home to their families."

"Where do you live?" I dare to ask.

Yazeed did not answer.

"I still don't understand. What are they working on?" fizah said later.

"Everything. They used to blend in with the community when looking for cow feed. You think they're in jail here?"

Fizah was still staring at Yazeed.

"No. But, it was only given to those who were already guaranteed not to escape. Every night, the men would practice martial arts in that hall!" The hall is located side by side with the cages. Separated by high walls.

Next to the cage, there is a ladder up to the top of the house. I read the inscription on the iron fence surrounding the house, Darul Amin.

"Oh, yes. What's the canopy in front?"

"Near the gate?"

Fizah.

"My parents' car. They're not home."

"Where are they taking a shower?"

Behind this building is a river.

"Can you see?"

Yazeed silent. His steps lead us away. And, the longer I'm interested in staying here. He led us through to the small road next to the stairs. The road was built like a ladder. Get down to the bathroom directly connected to the river.

"Women's bathroom. Man's is at the southernmost. Next to the man's residence."

Yazeed turned around. "Now it's up to you."

He hugged me too. "You're all right, yeah, right here."

I'm releasing. "You mean?"

Fizah looked at Yazeed. "I'm following up on this good friend of mine. Treat her like any other woman."

Fizah's eyes are reddened.

"Zah, we should stay here. Both," I said expectantly.

"This place suits you better, Ratna."

"But, why? We've been struggling to run there until we find this point. The place we're looking for, right? Where are you going?" I tried to persuade him.

"Once again. I hope you're happy, yes, without me. After I think about it, I'll stay somewhere else."

"You're my best friend, Fizah. Pleases. Stay here's. I don't want to" I said, whining.

"Yazeed, obviously I'm totally resigned. Take good care of my friend."

"certain. If you don't want to be here, I'll take you to Gus Fakhar boarding school."

"Would you like to go there?"

Fizah looked at me welas. He's nodding.

*Hafizah Palace

Since then I have been separated from Ratna. We each have our own lives. Start a new life. I lived here for a month. And, today I was reunited with the man in my past.

Mr. Nizam and his mother came home. Then, Ma'am Ufi rushed into the living room picking up the dirty dishes.

"Attent, yeah. I'm ahead first."

I went to the room to pick something up. Then, running following the steps of Mr. Nizam and his mother.

"Sir?"

They both looked.

And, today I actually returned the letter she once gave me. There's one I haven't thrown away. I hope he knows even if I don't explain. There is no need for any more hope. Even if, he still intends to come here, hopefully it is not because of me. I was low for him.

Mr. Nizam took the letter from my hand.

"What is this, Zam?"

Mr. Nizam just kept quiet.

"Bu Nyai plans to match her daughter with her missing daughter. Better to focus on that. Who knows you guys are fighting. And, there's no need to listen to that Kiai dhawuh."

That's my only need. I don't want to wonder to him. Ah, what did it do. I walked out from in front of him.

"Fizah I'm sorry" he said later.

I try not to listen.

"If you remember a woman named Rubia..."

I stopped the step.

"He's dead." He was silent for a moment. "I asked for his prayer."

I continue the steps. I'm just a normal human being who can get hurt just by one sentence. My heart is still fairly ordinary to ignore it.

"Hm." Remembering my mother's face.

I turned the step.

"I'm asking you to send a message to Ibuk. I'm here okay. Maybe in a few weeks I'll try to get home if Kiai allows it. Thanks in advance." I got out of the way before I heard Mr. Nizam's reply. But, it seems like he would like to pass on that message if it was related to my mother.

Our steps are getting far apart. Towards the opposite direction. Not looking at each other. An upset will probably be the most distant span between us. If I may be honest with my own heart, my heart sometimes begins to whisper the word longing and one or two mentions the name of another. Is there you missing me?