That afternoon it rained heavily until the cold began to set in. Two people sitting on a balcony. He started to enjoy a cup of hot tea with toast. The two of them had spent the past few years together. The twists and turns of their lives have never been eaten by time. Their love story began with a chanting of the holy verses of the Koran.
"Khadija?"
Then Khadijah turned to the source of the voice. A smile was painted behind the cold atmosphere accompanied by raindrops that seemed to invite memories between the two of them. All began to merge into one.
"Mas Rumi. I never thought that our relationship until now is like the rain that comes. Even the drizzle, I still can't count it thickly."
The rain was getting heavier so that it gave off a scent of memories they had knitted before being together. The two of them were silent in the silence of the rainy atmosphere that afternoon.
