Dua puluh satu

Jakarta is raining heavily this morning, through the large window a girl watches the raindrops from the smallest to the heavy ones. Thinking about why so many people hate rain, when in fact rain is also the only thing They wait for when it's dry.

But it seems, She is the same as the contents of Her head and all the questions that arise there, right now She is also unhappy to see the puddles down there caused by this heavy rain.

"hot tea is really good when it's raining. "

Naura was quite used to that voice, a man named Kahfi with all kinds of kindness.

"You do not work today?"

"two more hours. "

The story is, He's just an intelligence officer in the police, that's why He wasn't dressed as a police officer from the start. They met.

He is 22 years old, comes from a farming family from Tanah Datar, West Sumatra, migrated far to Jakarta with the dream of becoming a police officer.

Naura was touched by the story that flowed like water last night, and the girl who was famous for being arrogant gave up trying to find trouble with this kind-hearted man who had helped Her.

"The warkop noodles are better. "

"Tsk, I was also thinking about it, but I was afraid that I would be soft like a worm. "

The disgusted face of the man in front of Her made Naura laugh, maybe how many times had Naura done it since yesterday, as if the ice that had enveloped Her all this time suddenly melted.

"Laugh out loud, it's better to drink it first, it won't be warm anymore and the taste turns bland. "

"tsk, thank you. "

Kahfi is a simple person, He only has himself, even his parents don't really care about Him.

Maybe that's what makes Naura feel that they are the same.

"You know what's romantic about the rain?"

"No. "

"He always comes back even though he knows the pain of falling many times. "

"Tsk, so poetic. "

Kahfi chuckled, He drank the hot tea to the ground, looked at every drop and felt the cold atmosphere today made Him grateful, at least God still allowed Him to live longer, enjoying every gift He gave to his people.

"You like rain?"

Naura looked back at the window flatly, whether in Her entire life there was nothing that interested Her, life was never fun, even breathing had begun to dislike Her anymore.

"I never liked anything. "

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to. "

The sigh that sounded resigned didn't even distract Naura, She was still busy with all the bad thoughts that suddenly filled Her head.

"Life is funny, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"God is always fair to his people, but his people always feel lacking. "

"Tsk, the most grateful. "

Kahfi's brown eyes stared intently at Naura beside Him, seeing how cruel that sharp glare was, as if He had never liked the world.

"You have to be grateful, right? You've been given health, long life, eat 3 times a day, your breath can still be normal, imagine if you have to buy breath like a patient in this hospital? Dependent, do you want it?"

"What do you believe in God?"

"Believe that the storm will pass. "

"No need to be poetic, can you?"

"The parable, if you don't believe in one thing you can't do anything. "

The straw that he had been playing with was suddenly thrown at the window, suddenly making Naura look at Him confused.

"I believe that the straw won't break the glass, so I threw it away. "

"What do you mean?"

"Do you believe that straw can break glass?"

"Yeah, it's not, coz that soft. "

"Yes as simple as that I believe in God. "

"Tsk, yesterday's barber shop is now a straw, God is that useless huh?"

"No, no, no, this is a parable of belief, don't you believe that God exists?"

"If I say no, it's a problem for you?"

In fact, no one has the right to someone's belief, that's a choice, if it's good according to Him, then no one can argue with it, but later if it's bad for Him the task of other people is only to lead Him to a better path.

"No, it's all what You want, if you're really comfortable like that, it's okay, right?"

Nau was silent, all this time if She talked about belief everyone would compete to judge Her, but just look at the man in front of Her, She was just trying to understand or even respect a choice.

"In my opinion no human can judge other humans, I respect your belief. "

No more answer from Naura, choosing to be silent seems much better, not everyone can understand even though everyone can hear.

"What luck do you think?"

"Life. "

"Besides that?"

"Raised. "

Naura gave her full attention to Kahfi, the faint smile looked a little forced, She was quite interested in the one word that just came out of the man's mouth.

"Raised?"

"I am the first child, Mama was pregnant in high school, at that time my father was not responsible, He said that Mama repeatedly wanted to kill Me," He said.

"It never worked, fortunately, until I was 6 months pregnant, Dad suddenly wanted to marry Mama, it was a bit funny, but yes, I was accepted until the time when my father divorced Mama, I was 2 years old at that time and from the day that everything ended, Mama changed. to be evil, I was beaten, tortured. " tears welled up, not until Naura's heart saw it, but there was no excessive sympathy that the girl showed.

"My father is a police officer, maybe He is still on duty, but I don't know exactly. "

"Who are you taking care of?" Naura frowned curiously, "Mama and Grandma. " He answered for sure.

"I just want to be a police officer to prove to My father that the child that He wasted can become the same as Him, even though I still have a long way to go. "

"And you were raised by Your mother only?"

"Yes, fortunately Mama is still willing to raise an illegitimate child like Me. "

Nau never agrees with the word "the illegitimate child. ", no parent has the right to think that the child born and destroys all His dreams is an illegitimate child, which is their fault, why should the child bear it.

So what is the real purpose of a human being to throw away other humans, does He think that everything that fails in their life is the responsibility of the child?, why not those who blame themselves, why should people who don't even know where they went wrong? have to bear it, how unfair is the world for children born out of wedlock?

"I just met You, why do You want to tell me everything?"

Kahfi smiled, this time not as bitter as a few moments ago, the hand gently brushed away the tears on His cheeks, many things might hurt Him, so Naura intended to help listen to Him.