
"I have no reason to close cover up my status, ma'am. Precisely because I was fighting for that status, I came here" replied Nadira firmly. However, it still made Nurul's mother keep her suspicious towards him.
"I'm sorry before Madam Nadira, but the name of the divorce was not liked by God. Then, what does Nadira mean by fighting for that status?"
"I just want to live happily with my kids, Mom."
Nadira's answer this time is enough to make Nurul's mother silenced. Apparently the middle-aged woman understood the reason Nadira left her husband, without having the woman tell her story.
"Oh. All right, if that's the case. Hopefully the life of Mbak nandira and his son here can be happier than before" said Ibu Nurul while rubbing the head of Tiara who was in Nadira's lap.
"Thank you for the prayer you said to me. Thank you also for tonight for allowing me and Tiara passengers here."
"It's okay. After all, my mother and the late Mother Endang they are quite good friends" said Ibu Nurul.
"Now ... Let's take you to the room you're going to be in tonight," continued the middle-aged woman again as she stood up from her seat and walked towards one of the doors not far from the living room. He can predict that Nadira is also currently exhausted after a long journey.
"One more time, thank you very much, ma'am. May this mother's kindness be avenged by the other good that God has given to her."
"Mother."
"Please Nadira also rest here. Call me if you need anything!" mother Nurul's message before she exits Nadira's room and lets her guest rest.
***
Meanwhile somewhere else, a man was staring at the swift water rushing down from the sky. He paid no heed to the cold breeze that had so pierced the pores of his skin since a few minutes ago. I don't know what the man was thinking because the gaze was just a blank stare directed towards the highway.
"Raka, how long are you out there, son? Quickly get into the house before you catch a cold!" santi's mother exclaimed to her son, Raka.
Yes, the man who was staring at the rain that night was Raka. He could not think this at all at this time because since last afternoon his mind had suddenly gone awry, or rather after knowing Nadira had resigned from the factory where they worked.
"Yes, Ma. I will enter later," replied Raka without changing the position of her body that insinuated on the porch pole.
The sudden departure of Nadira made him feel like he was losing his spirit. Moreover, Nadira yesterday did not say at all that the woman would leave. Even the woman acted as usual as if she would still stay there.
Seeing her son who was only pensive, Ibu Santi chose to enter because he was not strong with the cold wind that night. This was the way Ms. Santi gave a special space for her son to contemplate. Not liking the way Raka conveys her emotions, but she also believes that her son will do nothing.
"Go home as soon as your mind calms down, Raka! Her mother doesn't want you to get sick" said the middle-aged woman.