The Repentance of the Abject Woman
35 Remembered by Umi Fatimah

Zee first clean the terrace of the house like sweeping and mopping the floor.

Then he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Because now he berberes in the house, Zee only uses a short negligee and his hair is rolled up.

Zee zealously cleaned from corner to corner not a single piece of dust was missed.

When he was about to clean the room umi Fatimah, Zee said his greetings when opening the door.

"Assynolt...."

It looks like mattresses, cabinets and tables are still neat as if there is still a house.

Zee wiped the table and flicked the mattress with a small broomstick in his hand.

Zee took a picture frame umi Fatimah and Adam still plastered on the table.

"Permy.... Zee kangen same umi. Umi is happy in heaven, right? Umi who is calm there yes, Zee here promises to keep mas Adam as you always do."

Zee spoke at length with the picture frame, about himself and Adam who had started to love each other until his honeymoon yesterday to Turkey.

It was as if he was talking to a living person.

No tears started to fall.

He hugged the picture frame tightly while continuing to cry until as much as he pleased.

Then the crying stopped because he heard his phone ringing.

Zee puts back his picture and goes to his room to pick up his phone.

It turns out that video call from Dita.

Zee wiped her tears first, adjusting her breathing before answering her phone.

"Hi Dit, assalamualaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum salam, long answer the phone"

"Yes yes sory, I'm cleaning up the house"

"Oo, back to Indonesia? When?"

"Yes yesterday"

"Gee... Where's this Turkish hand for me?"

"Quiet down... Especially for you my dear sohib there is a special one"

Zee showed me his big suitcase that wasn't open yet.

"A big suitcase, is it for all of me?" Ask Dita

"OK dah ga papa, the important native Turkish. Uh yes Zee I forgot"

"Forgot what?"

"Gue called you because I wanted to tell you. Yesterday your aunt called me DM"

"Huh aunt? What did he say?"

"Yes, he's nanyain lo. He said why you could stop being an artist"

"Oh... Kirain fuck"

"Eh auntie lo belom changed tau Zee. He's got a nanysin lo, transfer an from lo. He even threatened me because I don't want to tell you what your current address is"

"Oh my God, auntie. Sorry Zee if my aunt always bothers you"

"Ordinary God Zee. I have already blocked a fake account"

"Oh yeah, you still have aunt's account number?"

"Make what?"

"She's gonna need some money, I'm gonna give them a little"

"Yes Zee Zee. It's napa anyway. They don't care at all about you they only care about your money"

"Yes I know. But they were the ones who raised me anyway"

"Yes too. But I don't know what his account number is"

"Yes already, later if aunt nge DM you again ask taoi account number do not say if I asked, okay"

"OK okay. Yes, I closed first, busy again"

"Okay assalamualaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum greetings.."

Her uncle and aunt Zee struggle to contact Zee. Because since deciding to leave the world to artisan, Zee blocked all social media accounts and only use WA only with a new number and there are only three contacts on his phone.

Her husband's number, Adam. Umi Fatimah and Dita.

Zee put down his cellphone and took out a suitcase of items that were quite large in size.

"Time to clear this up"

Zee said he had trouble pulling his suitcase to the edge of the mattress

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