Zahra had just finished cooking for her mama, soon her cellphone rang. He immediately grabbed his cellphone from his pants pocket, on the phone screen was the name of his adoptive mother, Mrs. Tika. Zahra answered the phone call with a happy tone, she told Mrs. Tika that now she was at her foster parents' house.
"Hello, mother"
"Zahra, how are you? Are you okay?" asked the mother a little worried.
"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine ma'am, I stay at my foster parents' house"
"You mean at Bima's house? But you have to be careful Zahra, Bima is a mentally ill human," murmured his mother.
Zahra sighed. "Mom, Bima was arrested by the police yesterday. Because Bima tried to persecute me and his mother was also a victim because he was pushed by him"
"Oh right, then how are you and Bima's mother? You two are fine, right?"
