FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 133 "Promise of Friends"
*Ufi Yasmina Madah
Wonder. I'm not in the position of Iza. But, if I were to be him, I would love to meet my real mother. But, I don't know what Iza's really worried about. I noticed that he was very unsettled after the nyai, kiai, Gus Fakhar, and the two rich men went to Tulungagung.
"Bu Nyai, right, miss Tsaniya. He will love everything that will happen. This is also uncertain. Waiting for the result. Did your mom allow you any tests. If allowed to live. No, it's not sure."
I looked at him deeper.
"Sir, although I also wish you were Ning Tsaniya. Let this family be more complete. Makin. Gus Fakhar that if the same easy girl gati (honey) actually. What are you worried about again?"
What other words should I persuade him to calm down. I don't know which of my words made him more reluctant.
"Why, anyway? I know you're crying."
He returned my gaze without blinking. His mouth was about to utter a sentence, but I didn't hear it either.
"You eat first."
I eat while thinking. But, it was better to give him some free time first. Iza is also not a typical selfish person. He easily takes the advice of others. Until I finished eating, until I burped twice, he stopped eating a single lump.
"I spent it, yeah."
He nodded without looking at me. There are about five left. I burped again. Farts that come out at the same time. I let out a sigh of relief. I rose to the tribal kitchen and washed my hands.
When I returned to the room, he opened his back. He exposed it wide until I was surprised to see some of the wounds that were there. He turned his back on the mirror. He turned to the mirror to look at his own wound.
"You're doing a lot, Ma'am?" I immediately sat down beside him.
"This wound's history is terrible." He immediately hung up his clothes. Tip the top two buttons.
"I'm not a good girl."
Why did his eyes change? He refused to straighten his eyes at me.
"Not okay what does that mean? It can't be ah. It's this hunger effect."
"Do you think my wounds are because I fell?"
I'm shaking. How could it be that the wound was obtained from someone who intentionally injured it? Seeing his affection for his mother, it was impossible if the wound was because of his mother. Or maybe his brother? His other family?
"Do you think a good person would get a wound like this?"
"Lacking to know, anyway." I doubt.
"I'm a dissident."
"Haaa?" It doesn't make sense. He who is calm like that admitted dissident?
"I'm defiant to protect myself."
"I don't want to (understand). Seriously. Ma'am Iza said no kink, deh."
"Are you thinking nothing of me now?"
"No-no. Just wondering what that wound is."
*Hafizah Palace
The hand often holds my hand. Put it on the black lips of most cigarettes. I want to throw the glass in front of me in his face. If there is hard water, it is better. So that his eyes never again wander around staring at women with a look like a stressed person. Sometimes I look at it like a prickly animal sticking out its tongue as soon as I return its gaze. His saliva dripped all the way to the floor. His breath sounded thunderous. Sharp nails suddenly came out of his fingertips. Then, that face was very close to me. I breathed a disgusting scent from his mouth. Smelly mouth full of sin. His gaze was like hell. The body almost overstretched me before I parried it with my hand. I kicked her body until she fell to the floor. I got up, pulled over in the corner of the room while freezing. He's wrathful. Those nights always end in wounds. It is up to him where he wills than I shall sacrifice. Not just one, two, three people.
^^^"عندما تكون رضيا عن نفسك متجاهلا ظنون من حولك فأنت قد تعلمت كيف تعيش سعيدا."^^^
"What does that mean?"
"When you ignore what happens to yourself, regardless of the prejudices around you, you learn how to live happily."
"What really?"
"Happy is important. Do not torture yourself with prejudices that will not necessarily happen. Believe everything that happens is arranged. Shrimp, yeah."
"If in reality they will think as I think how?"
"Udahl. Think of the others. Are you going to keep letting yourself worry like this? I don't know the problem of opo. But, I don't like you vilifying yourself."
"In the past, why didn't you like it when Gus Yazeed went to night?"
"Squeaky. But, yes I understand because Gus Yazeed work is that. But, by the way how was it to Gus Yazeed the language?"
"I just want to know your point of view, Ma'am."
"Let's take a DNA test, yeah. Kiai will not separate you from your mother. They will surely be very mature because you have been raised."
"Would you have a ning like me?"
"This is God's destiny. Whether you will or not, it is from Allah. Relax dong. Don't make me upset to squirm you into his face. There's gotta be a way. I promise I'll keep supporting you."
"You sure you promise that, Ma'am?"
"Yes..why not?"
"Thank you, yeah."
"He.emhaha. How was Gus Yazeed? How come he's not here anymore talking about his ability? To the point, it should be. Want to, don't ya don't. Eh, what if Mr. Lecturer also secretly still hopes for you?"
"No way I think. I never thought that."
"That's you think. I don't know what a Lecturer really is."
"Make you, deh."
"I was amazed, yes. The Lecturer insyaallah is a good man. But the problem is that he doesn't want to be with me. He's not here anymore, anyway. If he comes here, maybe his goal is to take a promise to Abah Bahar."
"Which he said Kiai wanted to find a replacement?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"We'll see later. If Gus Yazeed hadn't come here, I'd assume he wouldn't."
"Yes must be clear, Ma'am Iz. Can't play concluded."
"I don't know yet. I don't think about it anymore."
"Must think of something else."
About this family. I'm thinking.
