Denisa Rosaline

Overseas

Rosa was sitting while reading a religious book online on a bus that took her to Jakarta. Soon he will arrive in Jakarta. So far the journey has been safe and smooth.

"Goodbye to Sumatra. Now I'm no longer Rosaline Denisa Tiocandra" she whispered.

At exactly 3am, the bus stopped at the terminal. Rosa and the other passengers got off immediately. Some are picked up by their families, some take a taxi, and some are heading to the mosque around the terminal waiting for the morning to arrive, just continue the journey to their respective destinations.

Rosa decided to go to a mosque not far from the terminal.

In the morning, after breakfast, Rosa again opens the online ojek application. He ordered an ojek to the train station. Today he will also leave for Jogjakarta, to the house of his close friend while studying in Germany, Prita. He intentionally did not contact his friend. Let it be a surprise later in the city. Prita was his only close friend in college. Although they are different majors, but they study at the same campus and the apartment they live next door.

He had just finished picking up a ticket at the station, faintly hearing the sound of mothers screaming. He had not been able to find out where the sound was coming from, suddenly a man hit him until they both fell to the cold floor of the station.

Mother's voice was getting closer, along with the man who hurriedly stood up while picking up the bag he was carrying. Instantly also his security instinct worked. Immediately grabbed the man's leg, making him fall back. Rosa is still trying to catch the man, who she believes is the snatch that her mother screamed at. Fights are inevitable. Until finally the mother who shouted and two real security people came to bend the snatch.

Rosa was still sitting there breathing her chase. It was not in vain that he learned martial arts from childhood. Ah, he remembered his destination to this station. The train is leaving soon! Rosa immediately stood up, handing the bag to the owner.

"Here, Mom, the bag. Check first what is lacking or how! Next time be careful, ma'am!"

Rosa rushed away. But the mother held her hand.

"Thank you, son. Thank you very much. Praise be to Allah."

"Yes, Mom. You welcome. Then excuse me." he said and immediately ran to find the train he would ride.

Two days later ....

This morning Sunday morning, Rosa fell asleep on the terrace next to the mosque, after attending dawn with the children. Until a mother shakes her shoulders. He woke up and sat down.

"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry I slept here."

"You wash your face there!" tell the mother.

Rosa walked towards the ablution place. Not forgetting he brought his backpack with him. It's not a big city and bad people can be anywhere. He's just on guard.

After cleaning, he returned to meet the mother who was still waiting for him on the terrace of the mosque.

"Sorry, Mom. Can I help you?"

"This kid that yesterday interrupted me at the station, right? Who nangkepin jambret?"

"Hhmmm.yes, Mom. Is there anything missing?"

"I am Nurhalimah, just call Mother Halimah! What's your name?"

"I. I'm Aline, Mom. Mom why is it here?"

"Call "mother" instead, Aline boy!" he said while emphasizing the word BUNDA.

Rosa who claimed to be named Aline is just a manut. "Good, Mother."

Not without reason he claimed to be named Aline. He had promised to strip Tiocandra of her attributes. He wanted to start his new life as a commoner. After all, when he was in college he was also called Aline, because in his class there were two people named Rosa, namely his friend Rosalinda and himself Rosaline. In the order of attendance, Rosalinda's name was on it, as a result was the one who had to give up and was called Aline by her friends.

"Mother was from the market, wanted to pray Dhuha first here before going home. Why are you sleeping here, son?"

"Astaghfirullah, Son. Where is your home?"

"I ...."

"Mother, let's go! Abah has gone home!"

Rosa sees a young girl who she believes is the daughter of Mother, approaching them.

"Tell Abah, wait a minute! Someone wants Mommy to talk to this sister."

The child again walked out to the mosque parking lot.

"Son Aline, where's the house? Come on Mother inter."

"Hmmm .. The Mother. I ... I .. I was kicked out of the house. It's a long story, Mother. And I'm sorry I couldn't tell you that." Finally, he decided to be honest. Too many lies will only add to his many sins. It was enough for him to be an ungodly child until he was driven out of the house by his father even though he felt innocent. He knows Niko Wirawan, the man he will be betrothed to, which is a cassanova who is famous for fond of changing girlfriends. What's the news of the household later if you have a husband player so. Either the papi knew or not with the bad reputation of the man. Clearly, at this time he did not want to add to sin. Forget about the past!

Aline looked at the face of Mother Halimah. His heart said that this middle-aged woman before him was a good person.

"Astaghfirullah's. No papa, Mother understands. Its alright. But don't you have a brother or a friend maybe?"

"There's Mother. Yesterday I planned to go to Jogja, but I missed the train," Aline scratched his non-itchy nape.

"What was it because it helped you at that time?"

Rosa was asked so quietly.

"Then, you come with Mother home huh. Wait a minute here! Mommy wants permission first with Abah."

"No need, Mother. Thank ye. I'll be looking for a contract today."

"Son, this is Jakarta. You are a newcomer, especially you are a woman. Jakarta is not a friendly city. You better come with Mother first. Later Mommy will help find costs or rent for you. Wait a minute, Mommy asked permission first with Abah."

A few moments later, Mother returned.

"Come, Aline Boy. We're home!"

Seeing the doubt in Aline's eyes, Mother Halimah then reached into her bag, taking out the ID card from her wallet. "This is Mother's ID card. God willing, we are not bad people."

Finally, Rosa who now changed her identity to Aline came home to Mother, the woman she accidentally helped at the station 2 days ago. The woman who made him miss the train to London.

The woman who made him change his mind not to continue the journey to Jogja.

The woman who made him live like a backpacker for two days.

The woman who made it live moved from one mosque to another for two days.

In his heart he uttered, bismillah. May God protect her every step.

"Goodbye, Aline!" he said to himself.