I think I need a place to complain because of the burden I'm currently carrying, to be honest, it's starting to be difficult for me to bear alone. Ms. Alya, a neighbor and someone who has become my best friend since we settled in this housing complex, is the person I choose to be my confidant.

I came to her house with my son, after school. Initially, the reason was to accompany Raffa who wanted to play with Sandy, Ms. Alya's youngest son. Until finally I also told my problem, Ms. Alya, because she asked for it herself. Maybe it was my movements that looked restless and uncomfortable that made...