They Say, I'm a Liar

My name is Qeiza Hikaru

...*Flashback On*...

40 Months, before Qeiza became the wife of Ivander Bratajaya.

No cries could be heard from the lips of a Qeiza Hikaru, as she stared at the body of the husband who was now stretched stiff. Carrying the baby, who is now three years old, the woman dragged her feet, delivering her body to her final resting place.

Qeiza did not feel sad about the sudden departure. Losing a skipper in the middle of the ocean, with a ship that had just left the dock, certainly made it limp. But now he is faced with the question, how do they survive?

Since marriage, Qeiza has been completely dependent on her husband. Promotion from the company where he worked, unable to make the woman keep her job. Because it has become a promise of Qeiza to the husband before they get married. Qeiza will be a full housewife.

No longer was the husband on the side, inevitably, making Qeiza the one who had to provide for her life and Qiana—anak just his way.

However, it is not only the life of the child that becomes his responsibility when there is no longer to support. There is one more figure that always accompanies his days. She is Melati, the biological mother whom she must also fulfill her needs.

Because of that responsibility, Qeiza also tried to find work, even though only one Sunday the tragedy occurred. The tragedy caused her husband to leave her forever.

However, after a month passed, there was no reply to the email he received, his phone still did not ring. There was not a single job call from the dozens of applications he threw.

“How is it, Mom? My savings are running low. No work calls yet. Though I have sent a job application letter to dozens of companies,” said Qeiza, one night. The one-bred widow breathed a heavy sigh. Look at the baby who is now sleeping.

“While from the results of selling cakes is only enough to eat us everyday. Next month, I also have to pay back the installment of this house. What is this house we over credit only yes, Bu?”

“Do not, Qei. If we sell this house and contract a house, isn't that the same? Every month we still have to think about money to pay rent!” firmly the mother.

“For him, if you sell this house, at least only how much? This home installment is not just running one and a half years?”

Again, Qeiza let out a heavy sigh. The mother's words are true. Qeiza no longer knew what to do. Every day he had to shop and make cakes to sell, then surf the internet to apply for jobs.

“Jual only Aldi's motor. I think, the results of the sale of the motorbike can be to pay home installments and electricity bills next month.”

Qeiza certainly felt heavy selling her husband's favorite motorcycle. Aldi—suami, have been saving up long enough, even from before they got married, only to be able to buy the motorcycle in cash.

The bike was not driven by Aldi every day. Because the man prefers to ride the bus invitation from the factory where he works. Aldi will only drive it every Sunday, while he is on holiday, and take his wife's children along.

If only the husband had not been in a work accident, it is certain, tomorrow, the husband will invite himself and his son to go around the city, riding his favorite motorcycle.

Qeiza is still trying not to sell her husband's favorite motorcycle. But, when entering the end of the month, the money from the cake trade is still not able to cover the payment of home installments. Finally, Qeiza sold her husband's favorite motorcycle.

“Sorry Mas, I have to sell your favorite motorcycle.”

Qeiza stared at the husband's favorite motorcycle, which slowly drifted away, carried by its new owner.

Not wanting to dissolve in sadness, the woman quickly stepped foot, headed to Bank BTN and deposited money from the sale of the motorcycle.

Qeiza smiled, staring at the savings book she was now holding. “Alhamdulillah, the next two months, I no longer need to think about home installments.”

Qeiza then set foot, heading for a traditional market not far from her home. The rest of the motorcycle sales money, bought basic necessities. Rice, cooking oil, sugar, salt, various kinds of flour to make cakes.

Qeiza adds to the quantity of cakes it makes. Because now, the woman is not only trading in front of her house. Now, Qeiza also entrust her homemade cakes to the stalls around her residence.

Qeiza is even on foot, up to some housing and leave his homemade cakes in the stalls there.

“Alhamdulillah ya Qei, more and more cake sales. We can also save to pay for the home. Although we have to really save money to eat,” said Bu Melati.

“Qiana should get a good education,” murmured.

Two months have passed since her husband took his last breath. For the first time, Qeiza gets a call following psychotes to enter in one of the multinational companies. Belonging to one of the ten richest people in Indonesia. Bratajaya Corporation's.

“Good, Mom. Thank you very much for the information.”

Qeiza was unable to cover her current happiness. The woman ran over to the mother who was playing with Qiana. No matter her fingers covered in cookie dough, the woman hugged the child and her mother alternately.

Even now, Qeiza and Qiana were jumping up and down while shouting cheerfully. Qiana, who still did not understand what was happening with her mother, was just happy with the excitement her mother was feeling.

Qiana's eyes sparkled. The three-year-old boy had not cried out cheerfully with his mother for a long time. The little boy still did not understand, why did the father not come home? Why is my mother not as happy as usual?

And now, the little girl's heart was so happy, because it could again jump merrily with her mother. Things they used to do. Dancing together, jumping together.

Compared to Qeiza who rejoiced at the interview call she received, Qiana had more joy, because she could again see a happy twinkle from the mother's face, which later looked dim.

***

The test conducted by Qeiza went well. The woman is optimistic that she will be able to get the job. Being a staff at one of the multinational companies, with salaries above the standard, Qeiza really hopes to be accepted to work there.

Qeiza was walking out of the company, along with several other suitors. Stepping towards the bus stop, Qeiza caught a sight that made her little heart move. An old man, carrying a few plastic bags, stumbled over and fell down.

Gegas Qeiza ran over and helped the elderly man to stand up, and led him to sit at the stop.

“Father just wait here, let me pick up the fruits.”

Qeiza picked up a few oranges and apples scattered in the street. Then the pedestrians, did not make Qeiza reluctant to pick up the fruits. A parking attendant who knew the elderly man helped Qeiza.

“Thank you, sir,” said Qeiza to the parking attendant who had helped her.

Meanwhile, the elderly man who was sitting on the bus stop bench, stared at Qeiza without blinking, even until the woman was right in front of him.

“This Sir, the fruit. There were two oranges trampled, so I didn't take them. It's okay, sir?”

The elderly man smiled, “iya, it's okay. Thank you for helping me.”

Unceasingly the elderly man was enjoying the face of Qeiza. Staring at him. Feeling so noticed, Qeiza became misbehaved.

“I'm sorry, Mr.”

“Where to?”

“You're home, sir. I took the test at Bratajaya Corp. Excuse me first, Mr.”

Andreas Bratajaya, who was smiling, nodded his head. However, before Qeiza boarded the city transport, Andreas had asked the name of the woman.

“My name, Qeiza Hikaru, Sir.”

Qeiza also left the elderly man there. Without him knowing, if the old man was Andreas Bratajaya, CEO of Bratajaya Corporation, the company where he applied for a job.

“That girl, her face is similar to my late wife.”