Rani looks ahead. She remember when she was a little girl. Climbing the Matoa tree with her two brothers. She can even climb till highest branch. Grandma always worried if one of them would fall and get hurt.
Smile raise in her face. Weep out the shadow. Suddenly, the door open. It makes her come back to this present time. Gita, wife of her brother, Damar, staring at her carefully. Now, this two women that doesn’t like each other finally meet. No word to say.
From Gita’s back, a two years old little girl comes. She is so beautifull and bright. Like a sunflower. Rani thinks she looks like her when she was very young.
“Hai,” said her to the girl. “What’s your name?”
To be continued…