ALBRA
1. Qyen Fayre's

The clock still shows at 15:00 but the sky looks very black. In an old shop on the side of the city road, there was a young woman who was busy cleaning her wares into her shop because it was raining.

“Huft .. when it is still daytime, the fruit should be able to sell a lot,” murmured slowly.

Instead of complaining, a young woman named Qyen Fayre is now returning to continue the show cleaning up her fruits.

Having a height of 159 cm makes Qyen not look so high, at the age of 20 this. He has a thin posture and unkempt white skin. Qyen had no parents, and he lived in a fruit shop. Qyen had been orphaned since birth, and at the age of 16, she decided to leave the orphanage to continue her own life.

From then on, he raised money to be able to pay for the old shop rent by working in several restaurants as a courier and dishwasher, even becoming a street sweeper. It took 3 years, for Qyen to have his own entrepreneurial capital. Now, for the past year he could have a fruit shop, and from the sale of the fruit, he could provide enough daily life.

For one year, the way of selling fruit is not as smooth as that, he still has a lot of obstacles, including fruits that he sells do not sell for several weeks because people do not know the store, he still has a lot of obstacles, and finally he must be able to sell while returning to be a street sweeper so that the capital for the store can be covered again.

The sound of a car stopping by the side of his shop rang out, a man got down from the car with his wide smile while giving something to Qyen.

“Hai, Qyen. From the news I heard there will be a rainstorm in thirty minutes. You should clean up these fruits from noon,” he said.

Qyen, who was holding the melon basket, was back in storage. “Hai Kak Fin, I already know how to hear from the mobile phone radio earlier. What did you bring?” qyen asked while receiving a brown paperbag from someone named Fin.

“There are some groceries for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. Don't forget to eat yes,” said Fin while rubbing Qyen's hair.

Again, Qyen felt awkward being treated like this by Fin. Qyen thinks Fin is too close to him, whereas once Fin was just a qustomer in his fruit shop.

Qyen smiled awkwardly in front of Fin, he retreated his steps so that Fin would no longer rub his head. Fin, who knew Qyen was evading, kept his hand away from Qyen's head.

Fin Ghazi, a man Qyen knew was 27 years old. He is the director of one of the tourist companies in Bali. Fin is close to Qyen, as Fin always buys Qyen fruits every morning before leaving for work. In fact, by exaggerating Fin always brought parcels like this to Qyen at uncertain times.

Although Qyen is used to it, and thinks Fin is his best friend, he tries to throw bad thoughts out of his head about Fin. Qyen was sure, if Fin was a good guy.

“I help ya, Qyen,” said Fin, helping Qyen put a watermelon basket into the store as well as home to Qyen it.

“Yes, thank you, Brother Fin. I didn't know you wanted to stop by here.”

“It's okay. I accidentally run out of the super market and remember you that today there will be a rainstorm, I prepare food supplies for you.”

“Actually I didn't know that there would be a rainstorm this afternoon. If I had known from the beginning, I wouldn't have opened the fruit shop,” said Qyen in a lethargic tone.

“Nothing, tomorrow the weather must be sunny again.”

In the middle of Fin helping Qyen, he gets an emergency call from his employees if one of the tourists dies after playing water sports.

“I'm leaving, Qyen. Be careful not to forget to keep contacting me.”

In Fin's honor, he escorts Fin to his car. “Be careful, Brother. The wind has started to tighten,” said Qyen trying to ignore Fin's previous remarks.

“Iya, I will be careful, you listen to what I said earlier?”

With a slight hesitation, Qyen nodded. “Good girl, I go first yes, Qyen ... bye ...”

Qyen backed off and also waved her hand after Fin's car left, too, he rushed back into his shop to pick up some plastic bags to prevent leaks in his shop windows as there were some pretty big holes there.

All the fruit has gone into the store, the wind starts to blow faster, also the drizzle starts to fall. One thing that Qyen is now doing is closing the yard of his store using a large plastic that is thick enough, so that at least rainwater does not wet the walls of his shop too much.

“Why drizzle so fast come? I have not finished cleaning everything up,” said Qyen who was a little upset.

After taking down the plastic, Qyen began to walk into his shop and chose to fall asleep. However, for some reason the feeling inside him was eager to check out his store one more time, like there was something he had not resolved.

“The fruit has all gone into the refrigerator. Bolongan in the window has been clogged by plastic, plastic curtains have also been lowered, especially yes who has not?”

He came out of the shop, and peeked between his plastic curtains into the street. At that very moment, Qyen found something that stuck in his sight, how could it not? He saw a boy still wandering the streets. He could see if the little boy's face was crying without a sound. The boy, who looks like a bule, wears a pink kindergarten uniform, which now sits bending his head between his knees.

“Aduh ... whose child is it? Why are there little kids hanging around here?”

“Anaknya bule, can speak Indonesian not yes. If he can only speak English, die me,” said Qyen who has empathy for the Caucasian child.

The drizzle was getting bigger, a few minutes he waited for the little boy from afar, who knows he was running away from his parents and his parents are not far from here, but a few minutes have passed and the rain is getting bigger as well as the wind and lightning that is becoming more and more, plus there are no vehicles passing by here, Qyen decided to take a small umbrella and approached the little boy to take him to shelter in the yard of his shop.

For some reason, the handsome little boy understood what Qyen was talking about, and he followed where Qyen was taking himself. Until Qyen and the little boy arrived at his shop yard, he kept an umbrella and hurriedly walked into his shop to get a small towel.

“Wear this, let's go inside. The wind is getting stronger,” said Qyen who is also actually afraid of this rain storm.

Qyen invited the child in pink uniform into his shop, they went down the stairs to be able to arrive at a place that has a small living room, minimalist kitchen and one room and bathroom in it. The situation under the fruit shop was quite clean and neat, because Qyen took care of and updated the room he had made the house.

“Whose son is that? Her clothes are soaked again, how should I go?” muttered Qyen who was now confused.

“Ah, I have intentions to nolongin him. Her clothes were wet, I had to lend her some of my little clothes to wear, and also after that I'll call the police and hand the boy over to the police.”

After carrying the small clothes he had, he also approached the boy who was now no longer crying, even his eyes look comfortable here.

“Hai, can you speak Indonesian?”

The boy nodded. “Ya, I was born in Indonesia,” he said very cleverly.

Qyen was quite surprised to hear the sweet voice of the boy, he thought, it would be difficult to communicate with this child, apparently not.

“OK, may I know what your name is?” ask Qyen while inviting to sit on a small chair in this living room.

“My name is Max Alan, just call me Alan.”

“Alan? Handsome name,” praise Qyen.

“I am indeed handsome, and I do not like being praised.” Hearing that, Qyen's heart felt stupefied. To let go of his annoyance, Qyen tried to chuckle.

“Why can you be on the street? The day is dark, and drizzle also comes, where the father ...”

“You can stop talking? I'm thirsty and cold. Can you lend me one t-shirt?”

Again and again, Qyen was shocked to hear the words from Alan's mouth. Looks like this little boy is the son of a great lawyer, making his son good at talking like this.

Qyen tried patiently to face this little boy, he took a breath and let it out. “OK, please change clothes in my room,” said Qyen let Alan into his room.

Casually Qyen saw Alan enter his room while carrying his green t-shirt. Before long the little boy came out and gave the wet shirt to Qyen. Qyen did not think to see the behavior of Alan who was very relaxed, maybe if other small children were stuck at a time like this, he was already crying and asking for help, she said, but in contrast to Alan who looks relaxed and calm.

Alan sat back and folded his hands in front of his body, also staring straight at the door of Qyen's room. “You brought a phone?” qyen asked in pleasantries while cleaning up Alan's clothes that he hung to dry quickly.

“No, ma'am guru do not allow us to bring mobile.”

“Then why are you on the road ..”

“There's food? I'm hungry,” he said again cutting off Qyen's words.

“Yayaya ... I have food, you wait here,” said Qyen who chose to give up while walking towards her kitchen to pick up some food she had.

After opening the parcel sent by Fin, it turns out Fin brought himself some chips, fizzy drinks, bread, and other instant foods. Qyen brought Alan a pack of corn-flavored chips, picked up a bottle of mineral and brought him a slice of watermelon available in his small refrigerator.

“I only have this food, if you want to eat rice, wait for me to make it ...”

“Nothing, Alan likes corn chips and watermelon,” he said directly eat food served by Qyen.

Qyen could only silently watch the handsome boy chewing on the watermelon in his mouth. “If you want to take it, I love sharing meals with others,” he said.

Qyen was getting curious as to how old this child was. Out of curiosity, he asked again. “Why are you on the street? Where's your dad?”

“I came home from school, I think my father's driver who picked me up, was a kidnapper who picked me up. You look? Any injuries on my head? It's the result of me fighting the kidnapper,” he said with great pride and ease.

Qyen smiled awkwardly at how brave this little boy named Alan was. “Then where should I take you, Alan?”

“Hem, I don't know,” he said.

After hearing some information from Alan, he opened his phone to contact the police, so that the police could help him return Alan to his parents. However, when he was about to enter the emergency number, lightning light entered his house, and at the same time the electricity went out, there was no signal at all, and they dwell in a very dark room.