When the wind blows from the sea along with the sun leaving the mixture. Illuminating half of the earth's surface, dripping with beads of dew that fell from the sky, a bright green color adorned the land that stretched infinitely. Standing a simple house made of low-quality teak wood that will collapse in the wind at any time or be eaten by age. That's where a husband and wife named Zaini and Azzahra live their lives in the rest of their lives.
In the dry season, they wake up to see a garden that produces nothing. Though only the garden is the source of their daily needs. Sadness and despair enveloped their moods.
"Azzahra, please make me a glass of hot tea," asked Zaini
With a graceful step Azzahra brings a glass of warm tea desired. Soon Zaini drank the tea before her warmth faded.
"How come it feels like this?" Asked and looked at Azzahra with an icy gaze.
"We are currently running out of sugar and other kitchen ingredients," he answered softly.
He looked again at Azzahra, the twenty-four-year-old girl he married one year ago, even though his lips were not as red as dragon fruit, and his skin and hair were not as white as snow and the softness of silk. However, Zaini loved Azzahra as well as himself. Although poverty ensnared them both, Azzahra was willing to leave his life with Zaini until he died. With sincerity, Zaini drank his wife's tea.
Because the night was blanketed, Azzahra moved from his seat and asked for permission to rest first.
Zaini sat silently looking at her empty glass, until this time Zaini felt that the minutes that had passed at that time were the longest minutes of her life.
The seconds run very slowly, the lifespan is like a lifetime. It crossed his mind to live happily forever. Seeing the fortitude and smile of Azzahra makes Zaini even more excited about the harshness of the world. Love, sorrow and sincere love are lived. Even though the results will be buried in the ground someday.