The Crown that Be snatched

Wearied

"Safia, you're Safia, right?" rama said to the woman who is currently in front of him.

Safia was confused as to what to say to Rama. He had not seen Rama for a long time. And now the man was standing in front of him.

"Safia, why are you quiet?" ask Rama.

Rama was confused when he saw Safia who was suddenly in front of him. Rama did not expect that he would be reunited with the woman he had been looking for. After that night, Rama and Safia never saw each other again.

Rama had long been looking for Safia. And now, that woman was in front of him. Rama would never let Safia go again from her life. Safia still owes Rama an explanation.

"Safia, you're working here? I did not expect that we would meet again here" said Rama.

"Mas Rama, sorry. I still have a lot of work to do. I'm busy, Mommy."

Safia hurriedly left Rama. Rama will go after Safia. Rama's steps were stopped when his wife called him.

"Mas Rama...!" exclaim Vika.

Rama looked back. Vika approached him.

"Mas Rama, where are you from? been to the toilet for a long time?" asked Vika who was astonished by her husband.

"Eh, Vika. Sorry, if I've made you wait a long time."

Vika grabs Rama's hand and takes him back to his original seat.

Rama looked back where he had met Safia.

I no longer dream, it was really Safia.

"Mas, what the hell are you doing? why do you keep worrying back. What's in the back?" asked Vika while holding her husband's hand walking to her seat.

Vika and Rama then sat in their respective places.

Vika is confused by Rama's attitude. Since then, Rama did not connect if he spoke. His mind was filled with Safia. Rama was still daydreaming.

The hell of a time, it was Safia. Why do I know that Safia works here.

Liza and Vika stared at each other. They were confused with Rama who was like a sambet. From earlier Rama can only dumbfounded without touching his food in the slightest.

"Mas, what the hell are you doing. After going to the toilet, you become a gini freak. Who did you meet?" asked Vika in a high tone that made Rama flinch.

"Eh yes. What's up, honey?' rama looked at Vika.

"What's up, what's up! why the hell are you Mas, from earlier invited to talk quietly. I think people know no. From earlier day on. What else do you think?" ask Vika.

Rama breathed deeply and smiled.

"I don't think about anything anymore, baby. Let's continue eating."

"You're the one who continued eating it. I was full" said Vika who was beginning to get upset with her husband's attitude.

"Where the hell was that? why go to the toilet for so long. Until I finished the meal," said Liza staring at her father.

"Have you eaten?" rama asked as he looked at his son and wife in turn.

"I want to go home" said Vika suddenly.

"Going home? why home?"

"The food is over. I'm also here to stay."

"Yes that. I want to pay for food first yes," said Rama.

After a long time Rama and his wife were in the cafe, they then decided to go home.

After paying for his meal, Rama, Vika and Liza came out of the cafe. They walked to the parking lot to get the car. Liza, Vika and Rama, then get in the car. After that, they all left the cafe.

Safia still looked dreamy. Moments later, a woman approached him.

"Safia, what's wrong with you?" Iren asked Safia his coworker.

Safia did not answer any questions from Iren. It seemed that Safia had indeed not heard Iren's words.

"You're still thinking about what happened?" said Iren while patting Safia on the shoulder which made Safia aghast.

"Eh, yes. Why Ren?" ask Safia.

Iren smiled.

"You're still thinking about Mr. Dito's words earlier huh? don't think about it. His name is also superior. If we cooperate with people, it would be that a little wrong would be scolded. He said be careless, do not work, this is it, that is, do not be considered continuously and do not take heart."

Safia smiled.

"I don't think about Mr. Dito anymore. I'm just thinking of my son at home. I'm not used to it, working late."

"How many children have you had? and now how old is your son?" ask Iren.

"I already have one child. And my son is now ten years old" Safia replied.

"My son, I'll drop it to a neighbor near Ren's house. In my rented house there was no one."

"Where is Saf going?"

"My husband's dead Ren."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of your husband. Patience is..."

Safia smiled and nodded. "Yes. I'm always patient."

"Cafe is gone. In a moment, we will also be allowed to go home. Patience, her name is also single mom. So we have to be a mother and a father to our children" Iren said.

"Yes Ren. Who is your child at home with?" Safia asked back.

"My mother's name. Because my husband also works," replied Iren.

"Oh, may your household always last Ren."

"Amen."

*****

At ten in the evening, Safia was still on the highway. Luckily at ten o'clock in the evening, there was still an ojek. Tonight Safia comes home with an ojek.

"Bang, later we go down in front yes," said Safia.

"Yes, Mother."

Ojek's brother then stopped the speed of his motorbike after reaching the alley of Safia's house.

Safia got off the ojek and paid the fare.

"This is bang," Safia put some money on Abang ojek.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Yes. You're welcome."

After getting off her ojek, Safia then walked into the small alley to head to her rented house.

Safia stepped onto the front porch of her house. But Safia's house still seemed locked.

"It turns out Anna is still at Aura's house" Safia said.

Safia then stepped up to the aura house. Arriving at the front of Aura's house, Safia knocked on Aura's door.

Tok tok...

"Assalamualaikum" Safia said.

"Wa'alakiumsalam." The words from inside the Aura house sounded.

Nunung Aura's mother opened the door.

"Eh, Safia. You just got home?" ask Bu Nunung.

"Yes Bu Nunung. The cafe was very rame. Maybe because the first time open yes, so many visitors."

"Do you work in a cafe now?"

"Yes Bu Nunung. But tired of having to go home every night. Still mending work at the laundry Bu Windi. Five o'clock in the afternoon I was allowed to go home. Stay close again, do not have to ride the ojek. Walking is also nyampe."

"Patience to Safia. You are taking care of your son again. You must encourage Safia, raise and care for your child. Because you're just a single parent. If you marry again and have a husband. It's gonna cost Anna, your husband's gonna be on the stage."

Safia smiled. Safia always heard advice from people older than her like Bu Nunung. Actually Safia knew, if she married again and had a new husband, surely she would not be too tired like this. Because her husband will definitely help her to make a living.

Safia did not want to marry again because Safia still loved Anna. She does not want to make Anna abandoned if she has to take care of her new husband, especially if Safia has more children.

"But I haven't had any thoughts there, ma'am. Maybe if Anna had a new Junior High I found a man who wanted to find a widow of one child like me," said Safia.

"You're beautiful Safia. If you want to open your heart to men, there must be many who want to be your husband," said Bu Nunung.

"Ah, who said Ma'am. I am just a poor widow. Anybody wants to be with me."

"Hush don't say that. You have to pray a lot, so you can be reunited with a man who really loves Anna. An established man, willing to accept you and willing to accept Anna as his son."

"Yes Mom. Doain is yes. God willing, I want to get married again. Anna Junior High or High School. So he's independent."

Ms. Nunung smiled.

"Oh yes. By the way, where's Miss Anna?" safia asked Bu Nunung.

"Anna was asleep, in her room Aura. Let's go in Safia."

"Yes, Mom."