The expanse of rice fields that have started to turn yellow keeps the farmers busy with their respective jobs. The sound of the rice grinding machines could be heard from any direction. Once again, Sabila took a breath of fresh air that was so beautiful in her hometown.
Until whenever Sabila will never forget a place that holds so many memories of her childhood and also her teenage years. Soon there was a voice calling out to him, a voice not so foreign to him. Sabila turned around, she saw that the person was waving her hand from a distance.
"Jumi" muttered Sabila.
Meanwhile Jumi accelerated his steps to get to Sabila.
"Sabil, oh my darl. How are you?". Jumi said enthusiastically and immediately hugged Sabila tightly.
"I'm good, Jum. O Allah, I'm really happy to see you here again". Sabila replied.
Jumi let go of his hug. "You're just getting prettier, by the way, where is your husband?". Asked Jumi.
Sabila lowered her head. "I'm divorced Fri". Sabila said softly.
