The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
City Park

Zafir smile. "No, that's a flower for you." Salma glared at hearing that. His jaw fell too. Did he not hear wrong?

"Who am I?" salma did not understand.

"From me. Make your success dapet job," replied Zafir.

"Seriously so? I have no more prank, right? If you're just joking. One by one here" threatened Salma.

Zafir showed his peaceful finger. "Nothing, I'm serious. Going to the park first? The tire's been a long time," he bargained.

Salma nodded. "May be at once refreshing," he said.

"Gue doesn't know how big your life is. But I hope the little things I love can make you better" Zafir said in his heart.

"No longer know on what basis you defend this practice but I really-no thank you lo Zaf," said Salma in his heart.

Salma took a cell phone and intended to take a selfie. Zafir secretly photographed Salma from behind.

"It could be that caption. It's the Zulkipli flower, '" lamented Salma.

Zafir scratched his non-itchy nape. "Ga ngaruh's. Come on to the park. Hurried kesorean continue not so later," he asked.

"Yes yes."

They both walked to the park. The distance is not too far from the workshop. Less than 800 meters.

A pretty beautiful afternoon. A breeze hit them. Expel the heat and hot air they experience. Flying pigeons make a more beautiful impression. Salma and Zafir were sitting on the edge of the garden. Enjoy the ice cream they just bought.

"Aseli can relax gini. It feels like all the burdens. I was last refreshing like ninth grade" Salma said.

"Lo man goa? Long time is just refreshing," said Zafir.

"Where there are goa men. It used to be crazy to study anyway, so at home mulu deh. If you usually play in the park behind the doang. If not yes the same toy as your favorite chicken first. But now the chicken is dead" said Salma.

"Gile gile lo talking chicken? Why not fried before it's too late than to hunt dead gini," said Zafir.

Salma glanced at the lazy Zafir. "The name is also a favorite chicken" he replied.

"Gue guess every time you want a rich refreshing gini. You have to take the family, have a picnic, right? It must be really exciting. I had my last eighth-grade picnic. At that time I was still of equal value. Even though my grades are not bad. It was also the last time I felt free" Salma said.

Zafir began to be interested in the topic discussed Salma. "Why was that the last time you felt free?"

"So, when I was in ninth grade. That's the final class, yes, automatic determination for our graduation in the future. Papa is not satisfied with my grades. Finally he signed me up to the bimbel place. Continues since the tenth grade papa even asked me to take private lessons. You know the impact, I'm tired. No time to just refresh as well" explained Salma.

"A really good tape? Do I want to be less tired?" ask Zafir.

Salma raised her eyebrows. "How'd it go?"

"Jaelah Zulkipli's. Gini aja, you often ajakin I play rich gini deh. Every weekend is free. Work is Tuesday through Thursday. Monday Friday Saturday" said Salma.

"Okay, no problem. It's just that it's not often. Ntar in another sense the same neighbors," replied Zafir.

Salma nodded while chuckling. "Yes, yes, too" he said.

A boy in slightly dirty clothes approached them. "Excuse me brother, can I get the bottle?" tanyakanya.

Salma turned her head and took the bottle of mineral water next to her. "It's not a sister. But if you want to take it. Make less waste too, right," he replied.

The boy exclaimed in excitement like he had just obtained a valuable item. For them the bottle of mineral water is indeed valuable is not it?. "Thank you, brother" he said.

Salma smiled, she took one hundred thousand pieces of money from inside her phone case. "Either. Uh yes brother there is a little money for you," he said. The boy was increasingly made excited by the gift of Salma.

Zafir also felt a great care in the soul of Salma. "Sister there is also a little bread for you," he said while offering some bread packs that he had wanted to eat.

"Aren't you going to eat the bread?" ask the boy innocently. Zafir shook his head in response.

"What's his name?" ask Salma.

"I'm Andi brother" replied the boy.

"And why do you glare?" asked Salma who was so curious about Andi's background.

Patiently, Andi explained. Even though they had just met but it felt like they were close to getting to know old. "Andi needs to make the cost of eating brother. Andi should also be able to buy food for Brother Andi who is five years old."

"Where do you live?" ask Zafir.

"I live under that bridge brother. Not just the same sister but the same other tenants," replied Andi while pointing to the overpass that was to the west quite far from the city park.

"And continue again, brother. Dadahh and thank you,"Pamit Andi. Salma and Zafir waved as a sign of a reunion. After Andi's departure, the two of them looked at each other. Hints at a very deep compassion.

Salma looked back ahead. "Gue thought I was the unluckiest person. But in reality, there are still many children like Andi who survive in a world without family. It turned out that I was weak huh," he said while chuckling.

Zafir also looked at the green grass with a fountain in the middle. "We're all actually strong people. There is no weak. We just thought it was that. If we are weak souls, we cannot be born into the world. Because before we are born, we have been asked by God up to seventy-seven times, right" he said.

"Who says there is a perfect human being? There's not. There are people who are lucky about his career but he's not lucky about his family. There are people who are lucky about their families but not lucky about their careers. There are people who are both lucky but the universe wants him to go faster into his lap. Actually the key to life is one, make your weaknesses your strengths, which can help you become stronger," he continued.

Zafir's advice seems to be an electric shock to Salma. He flinched and found the deep meaning behind each of his words.

Salma smiled at the advice. "Why so melow gini anyway," he said.

"Lo, the language is serious. I think it's done with your motorcycle tyre. Come back," Zafir. Salma nodded as well. Then they left the city park.

"Gue promise, no matter what. I will always be there for you Sal. Because you are a limited edition woman. I need to take care of you. Rich species of lo must exist" Zafir said in his heart.

The sun above was as if smiling looking at the familiarity of the two. We don't know what's going to happen in the future, do we?