Should We Get Married?

Starting a New Life

Tonight the sky was completely dark, not a single star was shining even though there was no sign of rain. Meanwhile, the cold air began to pierce the skin. Making this step increasingly feels heavy, but I have not stopped also because there is no place that I think can be used as a resting location. While this leg is getting sore.

I remember very well Tika's message. He said, in Jakarta do not go to any place, especially alone because in the capital the crime rate is much higher than other regions. I have heard the same thing from television.

Still on the streets, I suddenly felt that someone was following my steps. I don't know who. When I speed up the pace, they do the same. When I looked back, they pretended to distract me. They just got back on the move when I stepped back.

"Oh my God, who is that?" I can only deepen, try to make up prayers to be kept away from the interference of those who want to do evil to me.

There were three people who were a few meters behind me. I don't see them too clearly because in addition to the distance is also a fairly dark surrounding conditions

Out of fear, I who was walking fast now began to run while groping a suitcase filled with clothes. Despite the distress, but I kept running while praying, hoping they wouldn't bother me.

"Yes Allah .. please servant. Don't let them bother you let alone destroy your servant." I wanted to cry because I was really stuck. Because I don't know the direction, I'm stuck at the end of the river. I chose the wrong direction. There's no other way, it's all over. I don't want to be the target of those people's crimes, but I don't want to jump into the river either, it's suicide, it's hell. I won't be able to either.

"Hey, what are you doing there? Want to kill yourself?" suddenly someone pulled my shirt from behind. He took me away from the river. I don't know who it is, but because her voice makes me a little calmer.

The dark sky plus the very limited ambient lighting made me unable to see clearly the person before me. I could only smell the piercing scent of him. It seems like she wears a lot of cheap perfume.

"You want to die, huh? If you want to kill yourself, don't stay here. Just trouble us, not to mention if your ghost haunts, it can be haunted this place." He grunted annoyed. Now we were already under the street lights, so I could see the face of the middle-aged woman with a menor polish in front of me.

"Ngg .. don't really work." I said.

"Mr ... mbak ... mbak. Don't just talk. I'm not your mother, let alone a maid." He even nags.

"Who should I call?"

"Call me Rani."

"Yes, brother Rani."

"Keep if you don't want to kill yourself, what are you doing here?"

"That's .. someone was following me. There are four men. For fear that's why I ran this way."

"Ohhh, you're being stalked."

"Yes, brother, I know they follow me. That's why I ran away."

"Yes, brother."

"Yes my. Kids like you, like good kids, but it turns out a lot of behavior too. Now either you have to go home or I'll report you to the police!"

"Please don't do that. Let me be free, brother. I can't go back to my family either."

"Here, no drama. You know, right now, both of your parents are confused because you ran away. Don't bother recording anymore. Udah, now go back, meet me again Baek. If I'm tired of taking you, it could be ...."

"Sister, I don't live with my parents anymore, brother. They're in Jogja. If they knew my unhappy life, they would be disappointed. All this time I've been burdening them, so please let me be free sis. I promise I won't kill myself. I will try to improve my life. After all, I know that suicide is what God hates most. I won't do it, brother."

"You're asking me to let you go? Ehh no no. Anyway can't. If it turns out that you did something forbidden and someone has seen you with me, surely I can be affected as well. So now I better get you to the police station. You want to go home or not please. What matters is that I don't get into trouble later. My life has been so hard, I don't want to be made any harder!"

"Relse ... Please, leave me alone, brother. No one will look for me."

"Dha?"

"What can a woman who has been married to for money expect? Want to go back to the family, they already thought I live part. Returning to a husband who does not want his wife is the same as allowing yourself to be imprisoned."

"You married for money? Duh, this is how the hell the story is." the woman scratched her head. "Udah, come on, you come with me first. At least for tonight. You stay with me, if greetings some days your husband does not pick you up and your story is true, then I will not nahan you again. But if you're lying, you're the same as me!"

"Yes brother. I'm not lying."

That night, Rani finally took me to her house. A tenement house on the outskirts of Jakarta. In the slums are completely different from the condition of the Bagas mas house. This is where I start my life again.

In the house it turns out not only Rani's sister who lives, but there is a toddler aged about five years. A beautiful child who despite his condition is like unkempt but able to captivate my heart. Name's Cici. The child is Rani's older brother, do not ask who the father is because the woman never knows or does not want to know.

Her job as a night woman, which had shocked me, caused her to have a child without a father. Even so, Rani looks very fond of her daughter. Her maternal soul came out immediately, even though she had previously been so rude and strict to me and the few people we had met earlier.

I myself am not too afraid even though Rani is not a good woman. My heart told me that he would not do evil things to me. The proof is with him who does not want me to kill myself even though the prejudice is not true.

"You can stay here for a while. Remember, living here is not free. It's the capital, not the social parlors that house people who run away from home. If you want to be here, you have to help me with homework and take care of Cici. Remember that!" said brother Rani.

"Yes, no problem.* I nodded. In reality, all the work was left to me.