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Prologue Season 3

I'm Anya...

That's what I believe...

The name came out after a beautiful woman came to extend her hand to me with a smile.

From the time I was born maybe only that woman was truly sincere with me.

The woman with my long hair and white skin looked like an artist, very, very pretty.

It's just that the clothes used look dull and ordinary, his face also looks plain without the slightest makeup.

At that time I met him at a market suburb near the Galuh River, a large river that many residents use to survive.

The river was used for washing, bathing, even many residents looking for fish there, even though the river was dirty because it was polluted but it was still safe and worth using for daily life.

No exception to me...

I'm a homeless woman who has no place to live, not a house.

My daily life depends on the river, sometimes I sell the little fish I catch all day to the market people .

And if damn I have to beg or be a porters bring groceries mothers who need help.

At least the money he got could be used to eat goods once a day.

That's what I do every day...

For the sake of being able to connect and be able to eat, I will do anything ...

I grew up in such a harsh environment, I don't know how I could have lived my childhood, but I certainly remember I was a street kid with no family or friends.

Once I lived with an older brother who took care of me painstakingly, we decided to depend on each other in this cruel world.

He and I had no family, so we decided to consider each other family.

We lived together under this galuh river bridge, building a small hut that was enough to sleep together.

But ever since he got the job he never came back..

For many years I have lived alone until now, now I am fifteen years old.

It is common for me to live this hard life, eat if I get sustenance and if I do not get money then I have to spend all day hungry until tomorrow ,hopefully the next day there will be people who want to give him money or food.

My thin, dry body due to malnutrition cannot do heavy work, because of my condition I am often sickly.

Like this time, when I can't take fish for sale, the only way is to beg.

Raising a hand to the passers-by market people hoping they drop a coin even if it is just one piece.

Until I was surprised at the end with a hand that held me, it was warm and so soothing.

Although her hands felt a little rough but the way the woman grasped them was different when people pulled her roughly.

With her beautiful face a woman smiled at me and spoke in such a gentle tone .

"What's your name...?"

He asked as if he cared about me, of course I did not answer him immediately, because to me the gentle treatment of the woman was still strange.

Then the woman's hand rubbed my head with a very slow but soothing touch.

To my surprise, I brushed off his hand and avoided it a little.

"What are you doing!" ketus.

But instead of the woman leaving, the woman seemed to be smiling softly.

"My name is Roses.mba just wants to get to know you better"

"For what...?"

"This is my leftover cake.if you want you can take it.Then you will go home, take good care of yourself." he said by wiping my head once again.

Then the woman left behind a pack of cookies without saying anything more.

And from that moment the woman always came to see me, every time I went to the market I always saw the woman smilingly waiting for me at the door of the market.

I don't know what she meant to me, but I definitely felt a sense of sincerity for the first time in my life.

Every day the woman fed me with the rest of her biscuits or a packet of rice she might have brought from home.

Until the time went by I felt very comfortable with her and started calling her "Rose Baby".

A very beautiful name like a flower fits perfectly with her excellent personality.

Mba Roses also who has given me a beautiful name, I never thought or discussed about my own name.

Because there are so many calls for me to the market citizens such as, from the call of an unlucky child, an illegitimate child or a useless child.

None of them named me by a false name though, they considered this human me to be something despicable.

I was often beaten for stealing their merchandise.

But all I do is pick up what has fallen on the ground, even what has been broken.

But no one listened and believed.

My tattered clothes, my shabby body full of dust is very suitable for impingement or target suspects if any of their goods are missing.

Well.maybe it's because I look so lacking and there are beggars stealing in this market, which makes the image of street children like me so hated.

They don't even care about the body of a little child who curls up in the cold with a wet shirt on the side of the road.

The cold rain water mixed with the wind I used to feel every rainy season like this.

The coldness that seemed to sting directly into my skin and bones made my body unable to stop shivering.

But damn it I can't stop raising my hands up like a robot set to become a habit.

Because I have to eat....

I should be able to earn money to buy rice, eat with rice and salt is also enough for me, the most important thing today I have to eat ..

Since I haven't eaten rice for two days, I only drink as much water as I can.

Mba Roses that used to give me cakes are also invisible , maybe he is bored of me or his sympathy only lasts for some time.

As I was daydreaming about all that, suddenly the voice of a very familiar woman sounded in my ears, mixed with the sound of rain and thunder that sounded quite loud.

"Let's come home" he said .

Unexpectedly the woman came with a raincoat on her tenth body, giving me an umbrella..

At first I silently looked at the Rose with shock.

Until I finally came to my senses and began to think"He may be the angel of help that God has given me...."

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