FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 119 "Wounds on the Back"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"Who are you, Mick?"

Ummik was brushing me when I just came down from the stairs of the hall of the princess cottage. The plan was to meet Iza because he happened to be alone under a tree, reciting the Koran.

Some students who passed by suddenly moved aside and stopped. Or, some cover directly into the room.

Ummik stopped his steps. "It's very likely that your sister is really alive, Le."

"Kidding me?"

"Mas Kabi and Mbak Syawa, they know the eroh of your post neng social media. They are teko kene. Nyeritakne. Mbiyen they know tumbas bayek songko uwong. Bayek iku duweni tondo born sing podo."

Translated: (Mas Kabi and Mbak Syawa, they saw your post on social media. They're all the way here. Tell me a lot of things. They used to buy babies from someone. The baby has the same birthmark)

"Mik, is that convincing enough? I'm not sure it was Tsaniya. It could be someone else. Then now they're taking the kid?"

"Le, I think they know your sister's ndak suwe. They're wasting your sister neng kelarane omahe wong. They wong region. Saiki wis muleh neng Tulungagung. Then, sampeyan eleng Iza duweni tondo was born sing podo to, Fakhar?"

Translated: (Le, they took care of your sister not long ago. They had to throw your sister into someone's yard. They're random people. Now we are back to Tulungagung. Then, you remember Iza had the same birthmark to, Fakhar?)

"Ummik was sure he was Tsaniya because Ummik was very sure from the beginning that Tsaniya was still alive."

"Sampeyan yo ngono. Sampeyan ndak percoyo kerono ket early ndak sure as Ummik. But, Abahmu mikire podo koyo Ummik."

Translation: (You are too. You do not believe because from the beginning is not as sure as Ummik. But, Abahmu thought he was like Ummik too)

"Not so, Mik. I mean, the guy's confession wasn't strong enough."

"Makane iku, they invited sampeyan nggoleki your sister neng Tulungagung."

Translation: (Then they invite you to find your brother in Tulungagung)

"Mik, why don't you just place a special ad again?"

Ummik pulled my hand. I comply.

"This is my son, Miss Syawa."

I sit. At first glance, her appearance resembles Syahrini after hijrah and her husband tends to the Cicho Jerico face of the old version. I'm still not sure.

"If the person is in Tulungagung, why not put a pamphlet in Tulungagung group? It could also be Tulungagung radar. We can re-tell the natural events under the title True Story."

"Yes if they confess" said the man in front of me.

"Yes, Le. Lek pressed directly luweh easy"

Translated: (True, Le. If it is easy to come directly)

I justify ummik.

"You bener. Not necessarily that person would admit."

"Yes that's true."

"The ufi? Nduk Ufis?" Abah called Mbak Ufi who sounded still bathing.

"Maybe still take a shower, Bah. What's up?"

"Yushu Iza. By mrene." (Call Iza. Get it over here)

Ummik. Five minutes he brought back Iza who followed behind him ummik.

*Hafizah Palace

"Nduk, Abah nyuwun roll sampeyan kerso you disuwuni tulung."

Translation: (Nduk, Abah ask for help you want to be asked for help)

Of course I stammered. I'm not sure with my automatic nod just now. But, my fortune was greeted by Kiai Bahar's smile.

"Ummik and Sister Syawa can check Iza's birthmark."

"To your room, Nduk." Ummik invites Iza to rise.

I don't want to obey. I may have refused their request. In front of the crowd I was only able to echo. I'm putting down the sentence that should have come out. They don't have to be sure of anything. I'm sure what they're expecting will only pay off. I'm pretty sure. It just so happens that I have the same birthmark. But, I am still Ranaa Hafizah son of a mother who sells corn rice in the market. About my closeness to Bu Nyai Ridhaa was nothing more than a bond between teacher and student.

Nyai mom took me to my room.

"Excuse me" said the woman as she sauntered beside Kiai Bahar.

Madam nyai and the woman were waiting for me to open my back. The woman then helped me open the zipper behind my shirt.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of, honey. It's okay, we are the same. Women too, right? Please, don't be shy. I open it a little, okay?"

"What if they ask me about some wounds on my body?" My strength is only grinning and hoping that if they ask anything, their curiosity will stop when I answer it.

"Innalallahi. What's this wound, Nduk Iz?" Mom's look dragged into my face. Looking for my embarrassed look.

"Well, what's this wound like, Dek?"

My eyes water. I'll guess immediately with my fingertips. My face feels warm. My misfortune in the time of the blanket was copied back. The question seemed to swallow me. I feel accused even though I understand it is nothing more than a short statement. Impliedly meant that women should not have such a large wound on the back. Without me answering, they must also know what the wound is.

Neither I nor Ratna have often enough to get Pak Su ultimatums that we think are mere talk. But, one time the whip really slid into my back after I tried to escape and I did not heed the buyer who had already paid dearly. Only once, but the wound was deep enough. It won't fade quickly on my skin.

"This injury is like a whip. Is that right, honey? Hmm?"

I shut up tight. I bit my lips that started to shake. My face is getting warmer. One warm bulir glides, falls to the floor.

"Yes already. No need to answer" said ma'am nyai.

Bu nyai asked permission to open a little of my cloth until it was clearly visible black mark.

"Yes Allaaaaaaah." Nyai bergeming. Spell something. His hand slipped off my shoulder. Lunglai. I dare not look towards the two of them. My eyes keep on shedding tears to the floor.

The body beside me staggered backwards.

"O Allah is the Astagfirullah."

Me and the woman rushed to check. My shout made Gus Fakhar suddenly appear at the door. I'm jelak. The back of my shirt is not closed. Fortunately, I was wearing a long headscarf. I got up, set aside to fix it.

"Why did the Ummik faint?" Gus Fakhar gupuh.

"I don't know. Suddenly Nyai's mother fainted after seeing her birthmark" replied the woman.

Gus Fakhar raised his mother. Raising his legs to stay in my bed more comfortable.

"Iz, make a drink!"

I'm nodding. At the door, I collided with the newly finished Ufi Ma'am. She squeaked asking her mom why. I stopped responding to him. I ordered him to follow me.