The Crown that Be snatched

Loans

The sun this morning is shining brightly. The light has radiated to the front porch of Intan's house.

This morning, Rama was on the front porch of Intan's house. He already looked neat by wearing pants and shirts like an office man. It seems like this morning he was ready to go to apply for a job.

"Ram, where are you going so neatly?" tanya Intan approached Rama.

Rama smiled.

"I told you last night. If I were to find a job. So I have to wear a shirt and pants like this. Let it look neat and attractive."

"Oh. What are you going up to?" ask Intan.

"Ojek is okay."

"Good ojek? you got a fare?" Intan looked at Rama.

Rama silence. Ever since he left his house, he had indeed not held much money. He only holds the money for the cost to get to Jakarta.

"Ram, why are you being asked to be quiet? you have no money?" ask Intan again.

Rama shook his head and looked at the clingy Intan.

"Actually, I no longer hold any money at all. Can I borrow some money first? I promise, later if I get a job, I will replace the money with my salary, " said Rama.

"Oh. Can dong. Wait here yes. You take your wallet inside."

Intan then goes into the house to take the money. Moments later Intan came out with his wallet.

He took out several hundred bills and handed the money over to Rama.

"It's Ram."

Rama accepted and smiled. He then counted the hundreds of dollars.

"One million. So much Ma'am. Duh, I'm not good with Mas Hamdan. I keep taking care of him" said Rama.

"It's okay Ram. Take that money. After all, that money was not all Mas Hamdan's money either. That's my money too, which I collected when I was selling online."

"Oh. thanks Ma'am. Oh yea. Hamdan is leaving, Ma'am?"

"Yes. Already gone from earlier. He was working as a security guard. So it should be early in the morning."

"I want to get the files I used to Ma'am inside."

"Yes Ram."

Rama hurriedly entered the house and stepped into his room to retrieve the files he would bring to apply for work.

"I'll find work, and I'll find Safia. Honestly, I couldn't calm down before I met Safia. How is Safia now," said Rama who until now, still thinking about the girl who had been smeared one month ago.

Rama then took the file he had prepared on the table. After that he came out of his room and went out.

"I left first, Ma'am," said Rama before leaving.

"Yes Ram. Be careful on the road."

"Yes Ma'am. I'm gonna find an ojek up ahead."

***

This morning, Shakira was still in her room. Ever since Safia left home, Shakira's life felt very empty. Because all this time, Shakira's relationship with Safia was very good.

Safia is a very good sister. Although Safia was often distinguished by her own birth mother, Safia never held a grudge against her mother and sister.

During this time, Ms. Astri's affection for her two children was very different.She was more affectionate to Shakira and more proud of Shakira than Safia. Because Shakira is better at school.

Shakira is always champion one and often wins several races. While Safia, she never made Miss Astri proud. But after Safia left, then everyone felt lost including Miss Astri.

"Shakira. What are you doing here?" ask Ms. Astri who is already in Shakira's room.

Shakira, who had been standing by the window, turned to her mother.

"I don't do anything anymore" replied Shakira.

"If you don't do anything, let's help mom in the kitchen. I'm so bothered with Shakira."

Shakira walked closer to her mother.

"Mom, sorry. I can't help mom. I'm not feeling well anymore."

"Not feeling well every day" said Ms. Astri.

"Mom, this mother is why. I can still do my own mother's work. Why do I ask you to help me."

"Shakira. Safia time at home, it is Safia who continues to help mothers in the kitchen. Now that Safia isn't around, it's your turn to help mom."

"But I'm tired again, ma'am."

Safia then threw her body on her bed. He was silent and looked sad. Madam Astri knew that her son was currently thinking about something. Perhaps he was still thinking about the matter of Rama and Safia.

Astri threw her body on the bed and sat down by Shakira's side.

"What the hell, what you're thinking. Do you still think of Rama and Safia?" ma'am Astri asked, looking closely at Shakira.

Shakira who was asked was silent.

"Shakira. You have filed your lawsuit in court. So wait for the decision from the court. You are divorced from Rama. So don't think about the guy. The man is no longer in this village. He's gone to Jakarta."

Shakira looked at her mother and sighed deeply.

"I don't think about Rama anymore. But I thought about Safia again. Safia had no news. He also did not call home and tell us his whereabouts. I'm afraid Safia is out there, ma'am" Shakira said.

Madam Astri kept quiet and started thinking.

Oh God, where exactly is my youngest son. I'm so worried about him. All this time, I've been less nice to him. In fact, he is a child who diligently helps parents. But after he left, I felt very lost. Safia, where are you son.

"Mother was also very sad that Safia left. He has not told us at all. We never drove Safia out of this house. He himself was the one who decided to leave this house" said Ms. Astri.

Shakira hated what happened that day. But the more he gets here, Shakira feels sorry for his sister and is worried about her whereabouts.

Actually, it wasn't Safia that was to blame. But Mas Rama. Where might my sister tease Mas Rama first. I know my sister is quiet and can't be flirtatious with men. I shouldn't hate Safia. Because he was the victim of my husband's savage lust.

Astri and Shakira are silent. They dissolve in their minds.