Rafyena works hard to do her work every day. Even though she is given a small salary, she uses it to make a living.
Hands are getting more and more painful washing the customer's dishes. Sweat is pouring from his head because of the exhaustion of working all day. The fate of this young girl only depends on this unprofitable work for her.
Night came. As usual, she would return from work according to the set time. His body felt tense and tired. She did a lot of work on that day. She walked home while breathing fresh air.
When she was on his way back home, she heard the sound of a baby crying loudly. His eyes immediately searched for the direction of the voice. Walking step by step forward, she saw Fiqah sitting on the bench holding her child. She saw some suitcases that Fiqah had brought. She immediately approached her.
"Excuse me.."
Fiqah immediately turned her head after hearing Rafyena's sweet voice.
"Yes?"
Fiqah wondered. The baby she was holding in her arms was crying. She was trying to calm her child. Rafyena felt compassion seeing the mother with her little child outside in such cold weather.
His back was anchored together with Fiqah on the side. She smiled when she wanted to help this mother. She could feel Fiqah's hardship now that she was homeless.
"Ahm.. why are you here? With all these bags. It's not good for your children in the cold outside..."
Rafyena's concern touched Fiqah's heart. She just bowed her head in shame.
"I... I.."
Wanted to tell the truth but his child continued to cry in his hands. The atmosphere was quite noisy there because of the crying of this little child.
"Miss, don't you have anywhere to go now?"
That's what Rafyena felt. She quickly found out after seeing Fiqah's suitcase placed on the bench.
"How do you know?"
"I know the reason. I see a lot of bags here. You even bring a child again, I must know. It's getting late now. Let's go to my house."
"But.."
"Come on. It's not good for you here. Miss, stay at my house."
Rafyena's generosity helped Fiqah at a time like that. Even though she also faced the same difficulties. However, perseverance increased her strength.
Since that night, they have been living in the same house because Rafyena's caring attitude brought her home. However, the question remains, Why is Fiqah outside with her infant son?
***
Hazre is still not satisfied with Veronica. As usual, he will wait for Veronica every time he returns home late. The time that is getting late increases his anger even more. He just sits on the sofa with his legs crossed.
The sound of the door being opened was heard in the quiet of the night. His eyes immediately looked at the door that was opened from the outside. It looked like Veronica was walking into the house tiredly.
"Where are you going?! Why are you late?"
Hazre is now stricter with Veronica. His steps stopped when he heard Hazre's question. He looked at her with a lazy look.
"Where do I want to go? You don't care about me anymore, right?"
She said, glaring at Hazre. Seeing Veronica's attitude becoming more and more rude to him, he quickly got up from the sofa and approached her with a tense face.
"Don't say you met that man again?"
"So..what? You don't love me anymore. I'm fed up with all of this. Including you.."
"What..what..why can you change so quickly like this? What did that man incite you?!"
"I want to divorce you!"
The terrifying request finally escaped from Veronica's mouth. Hazre was speechless when she heard it. His heart was melting like a candle that was getting shorter because a small fire was lit. They looked into each other's eyes.
"You..you don't love me anymore? Why?"
"Because my heart..isn't yours anymore. So, get out of my life by way of.. divorcing me."
Surely, Veronica said. What has happened? Wasn't Veronica at the beginning scared to hear the divorce that would come from Hazre's mouth?
After hearing Veronica's hurtful answer, Veronica leaves Hazre without looking back. Hazre was still stiff listening to her. The love that had been planted in his heart all this time is now no longer blossoming. He was betrayed.
His body was so weak that he sat on the sofa. His head was getting sicker and so was his heart. The wife he admired easily asked for a divorce from him. The way he sat on the sofa invited a lonely and sad atmosphere. The true tears of a man flowed down his face, which looked pure white. Can he survive his betrayed love?
***
The little child's crying finally stopped after being comforted. Rafyena allowed Fiqah to sleep in her bed while she slept on the floor covered with blankets. Fiqah smiled when she saw her child's face sleeping comfortably on Rafyena's bed. Rafyena also smiled at the child's cute face.
"What's his name, miss?
Rafyena's tone was half-whispering. Afraid that the little boy would wake up from his slumber.
"I haven't given his name yet."
Fiqah was still complacent, looking at her son. Not long after that, she suddenly shed tears. Rafyena immediately looked at her with a surprised and sad face.
"Why are you crying? Do you have a problem?"
Rafyena said she wanted to know the reason. Fiqah was silent for a moment while wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Her heart ached to see the fate of her son who had to fight to live like her.
"We were kicked out of the house... The rent hasn't been paid for almost a year.. we don't have a place to stay. I think... It's hard to live when I see my son. I also have to live hard like me.."
Tears flowed fast. Rafyena could feel the distress. She quickly held Fiqah's hand.
"Miss, don't cry. Miss, you can stay here with me first. I understand your situation now. Miss, don't think too much about the problem. I am here. I will help you.."
Rafyena's kind heart helps Fiqah. Although she also has the same difficulties as Fiqah. But the problem can be shared among them.
"I'm not bothering you."
"No. It's also good if you are here. My friend is also in this house."
The good thing for her is that the silence in the house can be filled with the cheerfulness of the child's voice. Rafyena even has the opportunity to be friends with Fiqah.
"Thank you.Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know how to repay you."
"You can think about that later. Ahm, what's your name?"
"I'm Fiqah.You?"
"Rafyena...I live here alone. From today, you will live here with me."
The handshake got tighter. Fiqah just smiled at Rafyena. A bright light appeared in her life. There was no more darkness than she had always imagined.