"What time is it, Mbak Nur?" asked Lena looking at Nur who was standing in the doorway of her modest house. A gift from Sam.
"It's ten o'clock at night, Mbak Lena," said Nur, looking at Lena with pity.
The hollows on Lena's cheeks became more obvious. The dark circles under his net were even worse. Lena's body was getting thinner. Not only because of the illness that had been eating away at him. But, his longing for Sam was almost torturing his mind.
Lena got up from the bench. After a moment of making sure there were no vehicles, or people passing under the dim street lights at the end of the alley. The woman walks in. For Lena, her wait for today had to end. His frail body couldn't possibly be able to stay awake all night every day. He had to rest, so that tomorrow he still had hope to wait for Sam to return. Until Sam returns home.
