The Snake Demon Jaw
Being in a foreign place

Shafira squirmed, opened her eyes slowly, then looked around in surprise.

"Where am I?"

The place that Syafira visited was not a palace, but rather a spacious but neat and comfortable room. Surprisingly the room was unfamiliar in Syafira's eyes, because the room was not hers.

"You're in my house"

A man sat on the edge of the bed.

Syafira looked at the man with a bit of surprise, startled when he woke up there was a foreign man beside him.

Syafira recalled the man who was sitting with that friendly smile."You, why did you bring me here!"

As Syafira recalls he met the man on a deserted street, Syafira had rejected his kind invitation to take Syafira home, but why now Syafira was in the house of the stranger.

"So you passed out on the street, I didn't know your house, so I took you to my house" the man explained.

Syafira now understood why he was in the house of the stranger, he could not blame anyone, helped by the man Syafira felt lucky.

Sometimes it's hard to find a caring person willing to help in times of distress in real life. But today Syafira met a good person who would help her selflessly.

"I beg you please anterin me to go home, I want to go home, I beg you very much" said Syafira pleading so sincerely.

Syafira remembered that she had indeed rejected the man's good offer, but this time Syafira begged him instead.

Really Syafira wants to go home soon, this way he can go home quickly.

"Well, I'll bring you home but before that you have to eat first, you must not have eaten until you fell unconscious" guessed the man.

Syafira was silent, how he could eat, what he should eat, his mind when he did not care about his own health.

The contents of Syafira's mind were filled with the depravity of the prince of Andara and members of the royal family who were cruel and evil to him.

"Hello, how dumb" the man woke Syafira from his daydream.

"Where-how?" Syafira who failed to focus asked.

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

Syafira nodded, all day he let his stomach rumble not filled with food or drink of any kind.

"Come with me, you have to eat first, you will pass out again" the man asked.

"No need, I want to go straight home, later I will eat at home only" Syafira refused.

"No way, you have to eat at my house first, if you don't want me I won't want you to come home" the man threatened a little, sounding forced Syafira to have lunch with him.

Syafira let out a heavy sigh, here he is a victim who is helped by a good person, at least he should respect his invitation while the invitation is good and does not harm others.

"Alright I want to, but promise me to eat you anterin I go home" Syafira said.

"Yes, I promise, I won't break my promise. Come on now come with me"

Syafira nodded in agreement, got up from her seat, and followed where the stranger had taken her.

Syafira went down the stairs, looking at the house of a large and luxurious foreign man.

"Erlangga"

"Yes mom" said the stranger.

"Owh so his name is Erlangga" murmured Syafira finally knew the name of the good man who helped him when he was in trouble.

"Why are you taking him out, he hasn't healed yet" the scolded middle-aged woman named Gauri looked frantically at Syafira coming out of the room.

Erlangga scratched his head confused to explain what, Erlangga was afraid of mispronunciation and ended up in an all-out by the mother.

"I'm fine Aunt, I've recovered" replied Syafira politely.

Can Syafira see how caring Gauri who is clearly not who he is, even this first time he met the mother of Erlangga.

"Well, you're still sick, son, you rest here, if you're fully healed you can go home" Gauri gently rubbed Syafira's face, like her own biological child.

Gauri's gentle caress reminds Syafira of her mother, the longing in Syafira's heart for relatives increases.

I don't know what fate even brings Syafira to the family Erlangga who is this good in treating him.

In contrast to her husband's family who treated her unkindly even they still consider Syafira as an enemy even though Syafira was already a wife of the prince Andara.

"No aunt, Syafira is fine, Syafira wants to go straight home" Syafira replied.

"Eat first Fira, you have not eaten until fainted on the road, fortunately Auntie children immediately bring you here, if there are bad people who see how" tawar Gauri will not let Syafira go on an empty stomach.

"Yes fir, let's have a night first, eat out I will anterin you go home" Erlangga said.

Syafira could not refuse, he also had lunch with Erlangga and his mother.

At the dining table has been presented a variety of side dishes that are appetizing, but even the slightest of side dishes presented do not increase the taste of Syafira.

Until now the throat is still bitter, not bitter because of medicine but because of pain in the liver that causes the function of the organs of the body does not work properly.

Gauri kindly prepared Syafira to eat, she treated Syafira like an important person here.

Syafira just said a word of unrelenting gratitude, they were so kind to her even in the midst of their adversity to help Syafira without expecting anything in return.

On the sidelines of the meal Syafira looked at Erlangga and Gauri fixedly. Can Syafira see the sincerity in their eyes.

"Simple but meaningful, this is a picture of their lives. This place may be small compared to the palace of the prince of Andara, but only here I feel happy, free living without pressure even though the place is not as luxurious, not as grand and not as vast as the kingdom of the prince of Andara" inner Syafira.

The heart is strange, when living in a beautiful, spacious, magnificent and luxurious place but why the heart refuses to be happy. But when you are in a place that is sometimes not worth living in found thousands of happiness, even though logically it does not make sense the smallest place, it is simple that it can create happiness that is incomparable.

After the meal Syafira said goodbye to Gauri, Erlangga's mother who had been well received while in her house even though Syafira was a stranger in their midst.

"Be careful, er you don't speed, Anterin Syafira gets to his house" Gauri's orders commemorate his own son.

"Yes ma, Syafira will I anterin until landing right at his house without any shortage of goods, mama do not need to worry" said Erlangga convinced his mother to release Syafira and return with his family.

Gauri was reluctant to let go of Syafira, he who was only in the bounty of a boy that Erlangga so wanted a daughter, so it was natural that Gauri treated Syafira like a real child.

"Syafira you be careful, if Erlangga macem-macem, say the same to Auntie, later will be Aunt Jewer ears"

Erlangga shuddered in horror, his mother's threat was not playful.

Syafira nodded her head in embarrassment, not knowing what to repay their kindness.

Erlangga brought Syafira into the black Alphard car and then darted out of the house.