ROMAYAS
Brief introduction

"It's my mom's shirt.it's still good"

The man opened the first conversation when he saw the clothes worn by Maya. He noticed Maya who looked fresh.

"Thank you for helping me"

"I'm Pramana, you can call me Pram if we're the same age. What's yourname?"

"I'm Romaya, just call Maya. I'll call Pram mas"

Maya lowered. Thinking in his heart. I don't know what made him not want to continue his suicide after meeting with Pram.

"Tell me about you" Pram sipped coffee in his hand.

"I am a widow..." Maya stopped her words.

"Not bad, you don't look like that at all" Pram tries to comfort Maya.

"My husband died during our one-year marriage. It's been 3 years since Abi died." He looked down to remember the incident.

"I'm so sorry." Pram stared at her warmly.

" It's okay, it's been a while. He died because he was hit by rubble in his place of work." continued Maya again.

"Oh. okay. Then how could you think of ending your life?"

Maya fell silent, briefly looking at Pram. Remembering the incident made her breath feel tight. Pram presents a glass of water, Maya drinks it.

"If you're not ready, forget it... "

"I'll tell you...." Maya cuts out Pram's sentence.

Crutches..

Crutches..

Crutches..

Maya holds her noisy belly at inopportune times. He turned his face left and right to remove his shame before Pramana.

"Are you hungry?"

Pramana held back her laughter asking Maya.

"Maybe..."

"I'll be smart to buy something. You wait at home."

Pramana walked away from Maya who was still sitting there. He looked at the man's back. Put out two cups of coffee and go into the house.

He saw the kitchen of Pramana scattered. Tidy up and put the charcoal items back in its place. He checked raw food ingredients on the basket.

Guessing what he could do. Waiting for the man to come. Maya cooking rice.

Ahh.. here still using firewood turns out. I haven't used this for a long time. Hope it works.

"Finally... Hope this rice cooks perfectly and can be eaten."

Maya sits in the kitchen and occasionally checks the fire in the furnace so as not to die.

Not even the stove is there. Who exactly is Pram? Is he right himself? What if he already has a wife. It could not be if his wife is currently visiting his family home.

Maya struggled to imagine something that was not yet definitely true.

"Jeez. What am I thinking. Of course I won't stay here long."

"Why not?"

Maya was surprised because Pramana arrived to bring something with a black crackle bag in her hand.

"Sorry, I just.."

Maya receives a black crackle bag that Pramana gave her. He saw three eggs and a piece of tempeh wrapped in leaves. His brain thinks what it wants to cook.

"Just wait inside, I'll hurry to cook."

"I'll help you..."

Pramana enters the kitchen. He fixed the furnace fire that began to shrink.

"It turns out you found rice. Good good...."

Pramana smiled looking at Maya. Maya also replied with a smile.

"Waah. You are reliable."

"Thank you."

Maya blushes because Pramana praises tubi tubi. Silence Pramana noticed the change. The woman's hands were so deftly processing the raw materials.

Not long enough food is ready to be served on a small dining table. Which is propped up against the wall. And a chair that is only enough for two people.

"All right. Let's eat."

Pramana wanted to take rice on a plate but lost quickly with Maya who had already taken Pramana rice.

"It's mas..."

"Ah. yeah. Thank you"

They eat with gourmand. Especially Maya after four days of walking in an uncertain direction without eating anything. He eats voraciously, of course, still maintaining ethical politeness in eating.

"Can you garden Maya?"

Maya turned her head towards Pramana who was sitting next to her. Confused by the answer he gave. Because he never did gardening.

"I can. if I learn..."

Pramana nodded. He continues to eat. Thinking of the work he would give Maya.

"What's your skill?"

"I used to trade Pram mas. I used to sell food, like lots and meatballs. I can sew too."

Pramana finished her food. Looking for ideas so Maya has activities here.

"All right, let's talk about it again tomorrow. We'd better go to bed tonight. My body is tired."

Pramana took a cigarette and burned it. He noticed Maya who was cleaning the minimalist-sized dining table.

"Okay, everything's done. I'll take a little break in the room."

"Yes, you must be tired. Eliminate all your bad thoughts like on the station. Start with a new flow. Don't feel the worst in the world. Hear me... "

Pramana walks out to finish her cigarette.

"Yes, I will try hard."

"Good.good evening."

"Good night.."

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Seriate