1 ROOF 2 QUEEN
Campus.

“Do not, bang. That's the last Fatin money,” Fatin. The girl tried to reclaim the money Roni took from the wallet lying on the table. 

“Whispering! diem ga lo!” roni snapped trying to keep Fatin away from him. Roni continued to reach into Fatin's wallet and drain the wallet belonging to the little girl who is still wearing mukena. 

Fatin was surprised when he had just finished performing the worship, Roni with body staggering due to vertical liquor barged into his room and shouted yells asking for money on Fatin. 

“Bang, Fatin beg that last Fatin money. Now Fatin is no longer working,” Please Fatin.

Roni is his older cousin who can only be a burden on the family. He only drinks and plays women. Since long ago, he was greatly spoiled by his father. Whatever you want must be granted until Roni becomes a very useless human being. 

Roni frowned when he saw the nominal money in Fatin's wallet. “Lo's just this?” 

“Iya, bang. Fatin doesn't have any more money. Please don't take,” whine Fatin. His eyes were reddened, clear rounders were piled up in his eye pelup and ready to plunge freely on both cheeks. 

However, Roni did not listen to Fatin's whining. He ignored the little girl and exited Fatin's room with some money in his hand. 

Eventually, the defense collapsed. Fatin's body decays, sitting on his chocolate bar. Because, a few moments ago–bibinya came to his room to ask for money shopping. 

“Fatin, where's the shopping money yesterday Aunt pinta?” seloroh Neni–bibi Fatin when leaving for the market. 

Fatin who had just returned from college fell silent, considering the money he had was not enough for his own life let alone in sharing it with his aunt. 

“But, Bi. Now Fatin is no longer working as an assistant lecturer. Fatin has passed, so Fatin has no income again,” said Fatin. 

“Ya means you have to find another worker dong. If you don't work how do our families eat? time for a working Aunt? so ogah. Inget, who are you. Don't be a child or yourself!” neni said with emphasis on the last sentence. 

Yeah, correct. He was raised by his uncle. So, Fatin could only remain silent without saying a word. 

Slowly he took out his wallet, reached for some money and he gave it to his aunt. 

“Bi, sorry. Looks like for next week Fatin can't give you any shopping money until Fatin has a job later,” 

Neni took the money and counted it. “Oke, it's okay. means you can't eat until you have a job later,” after saying that, Neni moves on from the face of Fatin. 

Now the money is left two hundred thousand and it was taken by his cousin Roni. Fatin doesn't have any more money. He was confused as to how to go to campus later. 

There's no way he's walking to college. The distance from his home to the campus is quite far. 

Fatin's hand moved around hugging himself, his eyes closed, self-soothing was what he always did every day.

“Umi, abi, why don't you guys bring Fatin. You're evil, leaving Fatin alone. Now, Fatin had to hug Fatin himself, rub his own shoulders, and calm his own heart. Fatin. cape, Umi, White. Fatin misses you,” 

His chest was so tight, his voice stuck in his throat. His life changes 360 degrees when both his parents and uncle leave. 

Actually the legacy of Fatin's parents is enough for the cost of living himself until graduation and can be sure Fatin will not live short. 

But, Fatin is less fortunate to have an aunt and Kaka his cousin who is greedy for sustenance. They love foya foya until Fatin's money runs out and his parents' house is sold for the pleasure of Neni and Roni. 

Fatin lifted his head, rubbing his tears, no matter how he got to campus. What's peting now is that he's ready first. It's eight and Fatin hasn't had a bath. In one hour he will meet the lecturer to discuss his S2 lectures abroad. 

Hopefully the scholarship is on acc and he can get out of this house. Fatin is ready to work hard to realize his ultimate dream of working around the world to be a conversation without spending the slightest cost. More precisely, Umi wants Fatin to be a motivator. 

It had been ten minutes Fatin walked, but there was no half way to the campus yet. But, fatin did not feel tired. In fact, he was very excited because he was ready to hear the good news from Prof. Alif about her scholarship abroad. 

“Fatin!” 

The girl did not hear the call because it used earphones with a fairly tight volume. 

“Fatin!” 

Fatin stays in step. 

Suddenly a motorbike stopped in front of him making the girl surprised and stop her steps. His heart was racing, his eyes perfectly rounded. 

“Fatih!” jolt Fatin surprised. While the person he mentioned his name even grimaces without sin. 

“Fatih! You just ngagetin. What if my heart is broken!? Very cute anyway,” grumbled Fatin. He was very upset now, his mood changed drastically. 

“Ya.. end of you I call gaut nyut. Shocked right now? Therefore, if you use earphones, do not be tight,” said Fatih on his motorbike. 

Fatin tickling. Fatih's habits from childhood like to make him shocked, like having a doraemon door. The man was always in front of him and arrived. 

“Yes, you can call me slowly or pat me on the shoulder. Don't be surprised like that,” 

“Iya yes I'm sorry. Don't get mad ya.” Fatih extended her right hand as a sign of peace. 

Fatin returned the helping hand without looking at Fatih in the least. 

The man with the box shirt chuckled. This one Fatin habit always manages to make himself anxious. 

“Btw, you want to go to college? Why road? Is it far enough?” ask Fatih. 

“Yes, my money was taken by Roni all this morning. That's why I walked,” Fatin chuckled. 

Had Fatih guessed. “Why don't you call me anyway? We can go to college together. You always do that. Sok sok an do not want to trouble me and rather choose his own cape. You consider me someone else— 

Fatin cut Fatih's nagging. “Iya yes sorry. I don't think you're going to college,” 

“Mean the phone first, ask first. How could you possibly know if you don't ask, weird,” 

Fatin pouted, his head lowered. It was his mainstay major so that Fatih's nagging really stopped. 

Fatih sighed. “Yes already, let's go to the same campus. But remember, next time you have to call me. Don't always feel alone.” 

Fatin nodded and smiled. Then climb onto Fatih's bike. 

Actually, he did not not consider Fatih, but there was a lot of help he received from this man. Fatin confused what kind of return of gratitude later.

“Thank you, Brother,” he said slowly and can still be heard by Fatih. The man smiled sweetly at it.