Nur led the old woman's body to sit on a bench in the living room of her house. Nur gave a glass of water to the mother.
"Drink first, Mak, all this is not as bad as what you think," said Nur, handing Mother a glass of water. His chest heaved up and down, rumbling.
After the old woman who Nur called as Mother calmed down. Nur started to explain. "This baby's name is Akbar, he is the son of Nur's employer in Jakarta, Mak. Mother died a few months ago, while his father was in prison for murder. That's why Nur brought him here."
The face of the old woman sitting beside Nur seemed to shrug her shoulders, with a sad face. Hear what Nur just said.
"Don't they have families?" The woman with wrinkles that filled her face raised her eyebrows. Nur shook her head gently, sadness appeared on Nur's face.
"No, they are orphans and have no one, Mak!" Nur said in a trembling voice. Thinking of Akbar's fate that always made Nur shed tears.
