Raka's face has not long been gloomy at the grief that creeps in without greeting. Jena is still busy with the insignificant economy that Raka always earns from his job as a glass delivery employee at the company where he works. The morning shines not because of the rhythm that welcomes him, this is the coffee that Jena's used to make early in the morning and wake him up. Not because of the sound of birds chirping with the crowing of chickens, but the aroma of coffee splashing in boiling water with the tantalizing aroma of coffee.
Raka woke up and smiled and went to the coffee. "Rak, here's the coffee!" said Jena in the morning while putting coffee on the table. "This is the 20th most delicious brew," snapped Raka after sipping coffee ".
Two people are very amazed, when God has designed two people who are bound to poverty, Jena is still proud to call him Raka in reality. The beautiful rainbow colors always shine without the aftermath of the rain in this chunk of the house. This was a miracle the empress had never had when the thirst was a tradition when hunger was an instinct, they ran, not wanting to wait long. Jena is a jewel for Raka, this gray is a weakness but she is not a member of the colors when Jena can be grateful for this grayness.
That morning, at a glance, the sun was still in God's hands, Raka ran in the uniform he usually wore every day and hung his hands on the bus, everyone stood up when all the bus seats had disappeared with the passengers. Raka held it firmly, and Jena got used to it, she was calm because it was she's Raka, not someone else's Raka.
A day that is always special for Raka, when billions of coffee powder and tea powder become thousands of fortunes which he always gets from the activity of stirring the two materials with the infusion of boiling water, it's a hot thing when Raka stirs dozens of hot drinking water which is done more than once. in a day, this can be a thousand cups and a hundred stirring times a minute. That is what makes Raka a worker who understands not only paper and pen in a room but it makes him understand the meaning of a spoon and a glass which makes Raka know the meaning of being grateful in life.
The heat was definitely not felt when he lifted the glass and moved it to the tray, the same thing was felt by Raka when he shouldered dozens of glasses on the tray and returned to put them in a polite position to be served. Jena knew that it was normal for her, and she knew that the hardest thing for her was when Raka kept the minimum amount of expenses and other living expenses that could not possibly be paid by prayer.
A word did not come out of Raka's mouth at all, nor did he think about this poverty at all, and perhaps in his prayer, he did not think about why God brought this little downturn. And Raka standing without a refusal to carry without the burden and lying without a back does not mean that he works without a reason. Raka always remembered that Jena always helped him without ever wanting to complain about the situation they were in.
Raka came home holding Jena's hand in the evening blowing, and like a couple who made everyone jealous, and peeked from the far side of the door. His feet were dirty, as a result of scrambling to get into the bus, that's why Raka's feet were trampled. Jena's “Rak” greeted him with teary eyes. "I bought your favorite fried banana with spring roll skin," said Raka while rubbing Jena's head. The story of Raka and Jena, which did not give up their hopes and everyone who saw it, their lives let nature know that there were angels who enveloped the small family of Raka and Jena without giving up. The night quickly passed, the rain was busy soaking the vehicle, and Jena fell down in her prostrations always praying. Raka continues to be a hero without sorrow, Jena swished in she's heart grateful for all the happiness she had achieved.
