Meanwhile, in another place, precisely at the Dwi Hasanah orphanage. Jingga was busy playing with the children in the front yard. Jingga's laughter was a little loose, although what he felt was still painful. However, the joy of the orphanage children slightly healed Jingga's very painful feelings.
"Jingga," Adisty approached Jingga who was sitting under a tree.
"Yeah, what's wrong Adisty?"
"I should be the one asking. What's wrong? Are you sick? You look lethargic."
"I'm fine. Just feeling tired. For some reason these past few weeks, I've been very tired."
"Maybe it's because of a lot of thoughts that you're tired like this, Jingga."
"Yeah, it's possible, Adisty. You don't have to worry, I'm fine."
"It's good that you're okay. I don't want you to worry too much."
"No. By living here, the burden on my mind has disappeared a bit. Of course all of this has your share, Adisty."
