FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 95 "Talking"

*Hafizah Palace

I don't want to let you go to Tulungagung. Still missing even though two days have met with mother.

"Have kept healthy."

"Hum is healthy. Dungo dinungo (pray each other), Nduk."

I kissed the back of my old mother's hand. My mother was amazing. Rarely interfere in my business. Who believes in everything I do. Including until now I don't know what ever happened to me. By knowing I was working in a factory, my mother had already felt enough with that answer. Nor did he ever question the background of Ratna's life when her mother knew enough that Ratna had amnesia.

"Sir, now Ratna's getting fatter, yeah, Fizah."

"Yes, Buk."

"Alhamdulillah may Ratna also always be healthy. Inner born manner."

Mr. Nizam opened the door for my mother.

I kissed my forehead, looked at me for a minute, then got in the car. Mr. Nizam is still outside to talk to me.

"When did Ratna get married?"

I was shocked. Why would he ask that? But, I'm holding back the question rather than me mispronouncing.

"When did he get married? Is she pregnant?"

"sorry. That's not Mr. Nizam's business."

"The man claimed to be her husband."

I widened my eyes.

"What do you mean by Mr. Nizam Yazeed?"

"Yes. I'll tell you a little. I was looking for you at that time. I went to the Midwife because I thought you were there. The midwife told me the information. Said you were coming to see Ratna's in-laws. Really so?"

"Yes. What's wrong, Mr Nizam? Why do you still question Ratna?"

"The midwife says Ratna's husband is dead. The child she is carrying now is her husband's first child. That's how it means?"

I'm afraid I answered wrongly. And, why would Yazeed confess to her husband Ratna? What the hell's been going on?

"Already, Sir. If indeed Mr. Nizam does not care about women like us, it is better for Mr. Nizam to come home soon. Isn't dealing with a woman like me disgusting? Excuse me. I ask Mr. Nizam to take care of Ibuk until home. Thank ye. Excuse me."

Gus Fakhar smiled at me.

"Don't forget. Whatever the gift is from me, you must accept, Iz."

I smiled thinly. Nodding.

"I'm sorry, Gus."

"Because you're the best, tomorrow morning masakin me the same rich fried rice dong earlier, Iz."

Gus Fakhar himself has now asked more and told me to do according to when I have opened myself to him. It all just happened.

"You spicy or not, Gus?"

"Yes, it was exactly rich. I haven't tried, have I. As good as it is, it is."

"God willing, tomorrow I'll make breakfast nasgor, Gus."

"Dine. L waited. If possible before I get out to convection. Let's get more excited about eating your fried rice."

"Who's connection, Gus?"

"My mountain. You want to go there? I'll introduce you to the employees. Or if you want to learn to sew a suit, it's a shirt."

"So, that guy's got convection."

"Enggeh, Gus."

"When you can go there with Mbak Ulya and Mbak Ufi. Ask Kang Bimo to send."

"Thank you, Gus."

"Not far. Two kilos from here. There are fifteen employees. I'm working with Gus Rayyan and Ning Ala. Gus Rayyan is ndaleme (his home) Tuban. A wholesale clothing store. Newly pioneered with his wife Ning Ala. But, step forward. One month open, they immediately offer a partner through social media." Gus Fakhar stretched his shoulders to the door.

"That was when the meeting was unintentional. When Ning Ala and Gus Rayyan were treated here. Since two months are not yet pregnant, ask Abah for prayer. We're storytelling. Because it just so happened that me and Ning Ala were quite familiar. He was quite often invited to the assembly to be a reader of the Koran. It's just that when they get married, I can't come. We tell stories, then they offer business partners. So, the clothes in my convection are also sold at Gus Rayyan's grocery store."

One sentence was answered with many words. I was kind of happy to let Gus Fakhar talk a lot, while I could not keep up with his words.

"Saw to Ummik there! He said he wanted to memorize. Have good intentions don't delay, Iz."

Gus Fakhar left from before me.

*Ufi Yasmina Madah

Replace me this morning. Mbak Iza is cooking fried rice for Gus Fakhar he said. But, I told you to cook for ummik and abah kiai.

The whole room was swept. Ummik private room is no exception. He had been listening to dawn at the princess's cottage. So did Abah and Gus Fakhar. So, I'm free to clean up without hesitation. They returned, the room was well and tidy. As usual, I folded the blanket and tidied up the pillow. The room was not so dirty because ummik himself also diligently swept his own room. Sometimes if it's my turn to sweep, I just have to throw a small trash can in front of the room. And I accidentally found something. A piece of paper that fell under the drawer. There's an old book lying on the table. I picked it up. It's a picture of a child. I remember being told by Ma'am Iza about the photo. Photo by Ning Tsaniya Tabriz. The birthmark that was in when Ning Tsaniya was exactly the same as that of Sister Iza.

"Then, right, Gus Fakhar once brought in several people who had the same birthmark. But, it didn't work. Why Iza's mom isn't in a DNA test. But, it looks like the ndalem family no one knows yet, deh. Uh, I know not yet, yeah. Mending I asked Ms. Iza just."

I quickly returned the picture on top of the book. Ring it, I sweep it, and I take the dirty clothes hanging from the hanger. I put it in a dirty laundry basket. I took that basket of clothes to the kitchen bathroom.

"Sir Iz, I want something."

I inhaled the delicious aroma of the fried rice that was ready to be eaten.

"Dine, Ma'am. The rest for me. Yesterday I wanted to add yours, but I'm done. Other, huh?"

"Ufi's mother take it first."

"Don't don't. That's right, for the ndalem family. Wait for the rest. But, kamune do not need to eat so that I go to a lot, Ma'am Iz. Hehehe."

He just smiled thinly.

"Sir, I found Ning Tsaniya's picture. Why don't you all take the DNA test, Ma'am. You told Gus Fakhar that it had the same mark."

"No ah, Ma'am. No messenger to offer."

"But, they're real."

"Bu Nyai already knew that I had that rich birthmark. But, he mendel (silence). Didn't send me anything."

"Yes yes. Ummik not thinking maybe. Try telling Gus Fakhar. Now, right, you're close to Gusah. But, I was thinking strange lo, yes, Gus Fakhar is that close as a woman. As Gus Fakhar guyonan (joking) with me, still looks ordinary. Try to look at me!"

"Why, Mommy?"

"Come on! Just look at me!"

"Ih, you want to fuck up, huh?"

"No. I'm not a psychic."

He moved my shoulder. Forcing me to look at him for a moment.

"You are so beautiful, Sister Iz."

"No. Still looking forward to my friend Ratna."

"If I, anyway, wait for you, Ma'am."

"That ah. Just talk about the others." He shifted a step, taking out a large glass bowl.