FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 178 "Stuck"

*Nizami's Ibban

I remember exactly where we had to go. But, this man who after I found out his name Yoga, he said that the road is usually being closed because there is a wedding celebration. Street dipalang. Since I was just a hitchhiking person, I also agreed. He chose another path that I actually also often pass here. The journey feels like normal. There was no noise and anxiety even though I hoped to get to the workshop soon.

"Mas, the road is not here" I said.

The man was silent.

"Mass?" Patted his shoulder.

His shoulders went up. "What, Mas?"

"I'm wearing a headset."

"Danger, Mom. I just wanted to say it's not here."

"Road over there again fixed, Mas. So we're going another way."

Ls i? But, it seems like it is. Maybe the repairs just started yesterday. The road that should be taken faster becomes molor for up to ten minutes. I've been replying to some of the messages I've been in since. But, after I looked around, the direction of this vehicle became increasingly unclear. This path is clearly far away.

"Mas, how the hell is this even here?"

"Yes, Mas. I know it too. Patience, Mas. We'll be there soon."

"However? If you go through here even muters become," my mind. I doubted it. But, when heard from his answer, he sounded convinced.

Stop in the middle of the field after almost twenty minutes. I feel like something's wrong here.

I sent a message to Iman. Kuketik fast.

"Mas, ask for help send car towing services in Gumitir, yes. Memorize my car. Please spit." Send.

Hape in the bag. I looked around. Slender. The sun is warming.

"Why stop here?"

"Down a minute, Mas!" later orders. With a rather rude voice.

I had no choice but to obey his words. Quite a quiet place from the settlement. I got that guy still behind me. He hasn't played the game since. In fact, before giving me a ride, he also played hape while riding a motorcycle. I wanted to talk to her, but she was still busy. I was shaking around looking around. The tree shook in the wind. The gutters buried in the rain. Green grass covers the field.

Shortly after, everything was quiet. I can't see anything but one color, black.

I don't know how long I've closed my eyes. It feels like a long time ago. Maybe hours. Suddenly I found that the place around me was no longer a field. However, the room is quite spacious and empty of goods. More like hall. I opened my eyes wider. I made sure this place never got used. Dirty. A roof full of spiders. The sound of rats blabbering and running around up there. The sun shot through the window with a checkered trellis.

And, I'm tied. My feet and hands were chained up like prisoners about to be executed. It's just that my mouth remains left without a barrier. I just realized something that a man named Yogi was the one who brought me to this place. He drugged me from behind. I'm kecolongan. It's so easy to trust a stranger. He is not suspicious at all. Somehow they planned, until I happened to ask her for help. Fortunately I have resigned the car to Mas Iman.

With a chain this strong, I could do nothing. My suit pocket also feels light. It means they confiscated my phone too. Pimply. I was worried thinking about Fizah at home. May they not pose any threat to the pesantren by saying I have been held captive. That's very dangerous. But, how can I release this chain? I am free to rebel even once. I had to scream. I deliberately made noise for them to check.

Enter two people. Torturing with a loud tone. At once the influence of the room that echoes it. Gondrong hair, full of tattoos on the neck, and one pierced lip. They look like that. I looked at them without fear. I opened those eyes the way I looked.

"Did you see it like that?"

"Who told you to?"

I'm laughing.

"Who? Answer now! Or just call him here." I lowered my voice. I will not show my fearful expression. They would be very proud to see their captives look weak.

"Why lookin' for me?" His voice made everyone look up. He was enjoying his cigarette while standing up.

"Sumarjo" I said.

"You've memorized my face?"

"Your place should be in prison. I'm quite surprised, a fugitive like you can get away with police surveillance easily all along. That's grand. Great."

He approached me. Offering me a cigarette with the intention of mocking me who could not move. He showed his power. His right leg was raised to the chair. His right hand rests on his thigh. Suck the cigarette, then spit it in my face.

"Give me!" His hands look back. From one of his men, he grasped a long keris. He played it in front of me without making that warangka keris.

I remember my conversation with Mustika the day after tomorrow. I tried to remember the name of the keris Mustika had mentioned.

We exchanged casual looks. I'm easy to manipulate expressions. I gave him a smile. "Ceris Brojomukti."

He also opened the kris. Using his finger to gently wipe the entire surface of the iron keris. Then bring the end of the keris closer to my cheek.

"You already know from Ki Dalang's son apparently." Her lips went up next door.

The end of the keris was diverted to my neck. I swallowed spit. However, I still have to force that smile to pop. All my life and death belong to God.

"Everyone knows what kind of person you are. Just wait for time, you'll feel where you belong."

"It's not that easy. This kris is great. Can protect and this keris can also hurt someone. Too bad this keris has never been exposed to human blood. Did you try it?"

I swallowed spit.

"Please! I was never scared. It's free that you scare me like that. I just want to say one thing. Meet Ratna if you can still be called a human. Humans have hearts and hearts. Do you still have a heart? Come Ratna! There's your son he's carrying now."

"I don't care. What if I'm not human?"

"That means you're a demon. In fact, demons are no worse than you." Keep ears. He infuriated me by saying no matter after I explained it like that. However, his face water was not irritated.

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