Meanwhile, in a beautiful village, a girl named Raya Kirana delivered food every day to her father, who worked in the rice fields, crossing the river to reach him.
"Thank God, Dad, our rice field looks great. Hopefully the harvest will be plentiful," Raya said as she walked home with her father, crossing the river.
"Amen, sweetheart. Hopefully this year's harvest will be bigger than last year's," Fatir said to his daughter.
"Yes, Dad. I always pray for that," Raya replied.
"Hey, Dad, what is that over there on that big rock?"
"That's probably someone's clothes. They must have been washing them in the river and left them behind."
"No, Dad! That's a person, oh my God!"
"Then why is that person sleeping there? Come on, just leave them alone."
"Dad, don't say that. Come on, let's take a look. Maybe they were swept away by the river."
Raya immediately approached the large rock to make sure.
"Oh my God, Dad, it really is a person. Look, Dad—a man. And he's so handsome!"
"Yes, sweetheart. Oh dear, what should we do? It would be awful to leave him here."
"We can't leave him here, Dad. Let's help him and take him home, but check first whether he's still alive or already dead."
Fatir touched Galaxy's wrist to check his pulse. He had a pulse, but it was very weak.
"How is he, Dad? Is he still alive?"
"Thank God, he is. Come on, let's take him home. I'll report to the neighborhood chief that someone was swept away by the river."
"Okay, Dad. Don't take too long. I feel sorry for him. And he's so handsome!"
"Oh, you always act like this whenever you see a handsome man. He's not your mahram, sweetheart. Remember that."
In the end, Raya and her father took Galaxy home. He was weak and unconscious, so Raya had to help and care for him.
"Oh God, who are you, big brother? How did you get swept away by the river?" Raya wondered aloud as she dabbed at Galaxy's injured forehead.
Not long afterward, her father returned from the neighborhood chief's house and immediately went to see Raya. He told her that they had been given permission to care for Galaxy until he recovered.
"Thank God! That means I can take care of this handsome man, Dad."
"Oh, you... Just make sure you keep a safe distance, sweetheart. You two aren't mahram," her father warned her.
"Yes, Dad, I know. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Meanwhile, Rengganis was gazing sadly at a photo of herself with Galaxy.
"Son, where are you, sweetheart? Mom misses you. I miss joking around with you. Come home, son. I hope you're still alive somewhere out there. Don't leave me." Rengganis gently stroked the photograph.
Gerry approached his mother and knelt before her. "Mom, I'm going to look for Galaxy. Pray that I can bring him home so we can all be together again."
"Yes, son. I'll always pray that you find your brother," Rengganis replied.
"All right, Mom, I'm heading out. Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam," Rengganis replied.
As Gerry stepped outside to search for Galaxy, he suddenly stopped when he saw someone he knew all too well: Bella.
Gerry put on an indifferent expression because he had never liked his brother's relationship with that materialistic woman.
"What are you doing here?" Gerry asked, blocking Bella as she tried to enter the house.
"Gerry, is it true that Galaxy was in an accident? I was really shocked when I heard. How is he now?"
Bella asked with a face full of feigned concern.
"Don't pretend to sympathize with my brother. You'd better leave, because my mom doesn't want to receive any visitors—including you," Gerry said, glaring at Bella.
"Ger, why are you always so rude to me? I'm your brother's fiancée. I'm going to be your sister-in-law."
"And I want to see Aunt Rengganis and comfort her, because she must be devastated."
"Enough. You'd better leave, or I'll call security if you refuse to go."
"Fine! If that's what you want, I'll leave. But watch yourself—I can come back here anytime."
"Whatever."
Bella immediately left, her face flushed with anger.
To be continued.