Meeting on the city bus
Between haru and sad

"That's what the hell, how can I protect you. We are both struggling to get the best for our future tea. As friends it is appropriate to take care of each other. I look strong it's also because there's a need. It could have been if I had walked alone, not necessarily like this. Oh yes we fill the stomach first tea, the road also needs energy. So that we get to the foundation which is still far away, I don't know how many kilos of meters." Dara gave me two packs of bread and a glass of bottled water.

They both ate bread as an energy booster to continue the journey. In this cold weather and tired, they feel hungry.

After finishing eating Dara and Lisna immediately left the place. They saw two drunk men walking towards him.

The rain had stopped, but it still looked a little drizzle. Dara and Lisna walked towards the old Kebayoran market. After walking for 15 minutes, they arrived at the fork. Right at the old Kebayoran market, Dara and Lisna were walking. All the shops are closed, which is still open only sweet martabak.

Yeah that stall that still has a queue of buyers. While in the other stall there are some fathers hanging out. They look right and left, the vehicle looks quiet because the night is getting late.

"We ask the martabak man only Dara, which way to Bintaro."Said Lisna, who indeed he did not memorize his path and did not pay attention while he was yesterday.

"Bara remember that from this road to the right of tea, because yesterday the car we ride turned left. But to get there she doesn't remember very much."Said Dara, which he noticed his path only from the old kebayoran market.

"We better ask."Lisna said, because she was confused too.

"Yes tea, bismillah..," Dara agreed with Lisna.

The two crossed the highway to the sweet martabak. All eyes were on the two of them, for a beautiful woman. With a soaked shirt, at night carrying a big bag.

"Excuse me, I'll ask you."Lisna.

"Yes, what do you want to ask?"asked the young man who was none other than the owner of the sweet martabak kiosk.

"Is Bintaro still a long way from here?"lisna asked, with teary eyes.

"Well, it's still a long way off deck, why is the night so willing to do anything?"ask the martabak seller.

"We want to go back to the mas helper foundation."Lisna replied with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Everyone who heard Lisna's reply, was shocked and pityed. Two women are desperate to get out of work on this night.

"Did you guys run away?"ask the martabak seller.

"No mas, we're desperate to get out of that house."Answer Dara.

The martabak seller immediately took two plastic chairs. Then gave it to Dara and Lisna, and told her to sit down.

"Here sit first," straight back in the booze section. Taking out two bottles of drink, walk towards Dara and Lisna.

Dara and Lisna sat on the chair given by the sweet martabak seller. Dara and Lisna were grateful, there were still people who cared about her.

"This drink first, rest first I will help find bajaj. Since the taxi and the angkot are no more, it's already eleven more hours. Do not walk, because to where your foundation is still far away, even more than 5 KM."Martabak traders.

"Yes the story deck is just the same for us so we can help." The word that is waiting for his order.

"We couldn't afford to work there. We're desperate to get out, from there. We walked because we had no money. There's money that belongs to me that's willing to charge it at his request."Dara answered and shed her tears as she received the attention of good people. Between haru and sad to become one, so that tears can not be held again.

"I'm from the swamp belong kebon oranges sir."Answer Dara.

"Oh Allah is far from here, what time was it?"ask the father, who saw two girls soaking wet. His heart ached, what else did he know this girl's area of work.

"Hour half ten pack, it was a break after the red light" replied Dara again.

"What made you guys choose to go out this night why not tomorrow morning. You're girls, aren't you afraid there's danger on the road?" ask the martabak seller.

"We work from dawn until night, but we are only given then during the day. It was past lunch, no breakfast or dinner. We also need energy and energy, and enough sleep. While we only eat once a day, how we work is comfortable. We even endure hunger every day. The longer we're there the more we can get sick. That's why we decided to go out tonight. What else is the attitude of our employer is not good, I think no one will be able to work there mas."Answer Dara.

"If we work there too. Let the strong breakfast we bought ourselves may be bread at the stall near the house."Lisna Timpal.

"Astaghfirullah." Martabak seller.

Then he walked to the place that made martabak his sister. Taking orders of the customer's father who was waiting on the bike near Lisna and Dara.

"This sir orders are ready."Giving orders.

"Now isn't the dough?" tanyakanya.

"At least look sir," turned to his sister.

His sister who understood and heard vaguely "is still one mas." Sister says.

"What do you want to wait for?"ask the martabak seller.

"Love milk chocolate beans, you will love it." He answered by giving the code a glance at the two girls.

"Okay sir, thank you, I'll see you later."Seller martabak said.

"Grand then be careful me first."The father said, go from there with his son who had been on the bike since.

"Yes sir."Lisna and Dara answered.

"You wait here, don't go anywhere. I'm looking for bajaj to take you to the foundation."Said the merchant.

"Yes," answered both.

"God has given us help. This place I will not forget anyway, may Allah repay his kindness."Dara.

"Yes Dara, Aamiin. How can we forget all this. This will be the history of a woman's life. For the sake of a better life, than ever has been miserable." Lisna said, to make the history of a woman's life.

What else is a scholar, who has broad insight compared Dara who is only a High School graduate.

*****Connected....