Analaa
wedding in-law 2

"What a beauty nadia".

“so beautiful you nad”,

“so beautiful”, that's what – said said the person who attended that night who saw the beautiful and graceful nadia on the night of her recitation,complete with henna in his hand and also clothes with Arabic style that adds to the charm of nadia on that night.

“does who make up this?”, asked one of the guests who was present that night, “itu Anala, her sister-in-law nadia”, replied one of the people beside her.

“good beget make up her Anala kan”, praise one more.

After the event was over, Anala and Nadia and the rest of the nuclear family sat in front of the living room that looked tired and also happy through this day smoothly and also full of days, because one – one little sister they will soon marry and live with her partner, the most moving again is the absence of a dear child nadia, the late Kamil.

“umma is baba”, show Maryam who glances at every photo on the wall of her grandmother's house and pays attention to everyone who is there.

One of the things that really caught his attention was Kamil, the beloved father he called the baba, who did not have time to exchange stories, considering the taste because he left before Maryam was born into the world.

“ya it baba , this is who”, asked Nadia who seemed to see her nephew was like missing his father.

“ini anti right, umma no”, replied Maryam and asked the existence of Anala who she did not see among the photos that were there.

“photo umma is there”, replied Nadia who pointed one of the hallways of the house to the living room, there emblazoned with wedding photos of Anala and kamil with white kebaya shirt complete with singer head.

“so beautiful umma, wear this shirt”, praise Maryam when looking at the photos on the wall.

“ini photo five years ago dear, this baba, similar to kan”, explained nadia.

“baba looks like who's anti?”, asks Maryam again.

“ya similar to you lah”, replied Nadia who slightly pinched the cheek puffed maryam.

“anti if umma says baba 'has never seen us again, until we can meet baba later in heaven, why baba go anti”, why, ask Maryam who does not know the meaning of what all happened on that day.

and how the sadness of his pregnant Uma lost the figure of the husband, the, and also for his grandmother's family who were so devastated to lose their dear child and that attention was gone forever because the accident that day took his life tragically.

“Ann, you have released what is not yet about all that applies to you five years ago”, asked our mother to Anala, Anala who wanted to answer was confused to answer what.

“to escape from all that is not possible loh buk, because it's for the carita of life Anala is very memorable and has a very extraordinary impact, because it is, but if we continue to linger in sadness it is also not good for mental and also health, from Anala can learn buk, the meaning of loss, sincerity, and jiga patience, moreover, there is Maryam who is always understanding with Ann”, replied Anala who tampa flat.

”later after this if anyone is interested in getting to know you if he is good and also able to make you calm as well as Maryam, then accept son, mother does not forbid, that's your happiness, that's your happiness, likewise with Maryam, there will be someone who takes care of you two ”, that is how her mother-in-law's errand told Anala to look for a companion for life, she said, and forget the past and all the sadness even though the memory will never fade, but life must continue if it is the best then take, if it leads us to misery then leave.

“ibu”, call Anala who arrived – arrive to her mother-in-law's.

“ya what is Ann?”, asked Kamil's mother.

“if now Anala wants to tell mom, about something hal”, whispered Anala, and her mother, who knew what Anala was going to tell her, took her to the back garden of a house far from the rest of the family. The humble voice of the frog accompanied the silence that night and also helped support the atmosphere of the anala vent session with the former in-laws he called the mother.

“Ann, what story you tell, just the same story mom, do not hesitate, whatever it is I support Ann, nothing has changed between us, nothing has changed, although officially Kamil is no longer the same as you but mother still considers you like her own mother's child”, he said while holding the hand of Anala, who was still holding her, and also the clear eyes of Anala covered with glass – liquid glass that adds to the beauty of her round eyes.

“buk, actually Ann there are people who want to know Ann, but many things that Ann has not been able to decide, one of the feelings of mother”, answered Anala who is honest who still thinks about her feelings in-laws.

“Ann, now the destiny that prevails between us can not be changed, which we can change what we face in our future planning, if according to mother, if according to mother, mom will always support you in any way in every activity and your decision “, explained mom.

“ibu, but she always hoped that mom would be next to Ann and Maryam”, explained Anala

“not what – Ann, if she is good what's wrong and what you should avoid, keep yourself and good name, can – can take care of yourself ”.

“Ann, later when – when to know the mother yes, indeed she who is Ann”, asked the flirtatious mother like finding her daughter who is starting to make love and know someone –laki, but this is his son-in-law but precisely his former daughter-in-law who will know another – male.

It's strange but it can happen to a clean heart.

“Ann, you already know her family?”, “not yet buk, she is a buk doctor, where was the place where Anala apprentices used to be and there we know until now”, honestly Anala.

“later if you meet his family you invite mom yes son, mom also want to know them”.

“buk, thanks already very – very understanding of the same Anala until this second”.

“emang mother who should pay attention to you , who else will nak”, said mother.

“ibuuuu”, call nadia from the living room, who looked from earlier looking for her mother.

“iya”, mom appears from behind with Anala.

“ada what nad”, add mom.

“tuh buk deh mayang same keh santi want to go home, she was looking for mother earlier but her mother is not here”.

“oh yes, I already packed the food earlier for them”, the mother who immediately ran to the kitchen to take the package, the package, usual habits of mothers - mothers if again there is a very happy event for – for.

“kakkkk Anala”, nadia squealing from the back of the house precisely near the pool.

“aduh kak Anala”, nadia who was surprised to see Maryam who plunged into the pool.

“what the hell is nad?”, asked Anala casually who saw the incident around.

“it sak see Maryam she plunged into the pool night – night gini”, point nadia who wants to help but also can not swim.

“already ordinary it nad, he indeed can not see the pool water nad, want to swim continue”, response Anala relaxed.

“Maryam in five minutes, come out yes son, it's late at night you will catch wind dear”, message Anala.

“iya umma”, replied Maryam from the pool that was engrossed in her new swimming style. Maryam is indeed a child who is very fond of swimming, because at the age of Maryam a few months Anala taught Maryam to swim every day, as a result until now the water like a habitat that is interesting to her, as well as the water, after a few minutes Maryam came out shivering and her hands began to wrinkle.

“umma cooler”, report it to Anala while calling.

“kan already umma say this night son, why you swim”, ngeyel Anala like mother – mother in general for the good of the child.

“had been a long time umma, no swimming, there was a kitten also who almost fell in this pool, but not so”, the response ngeyel.

“iya the cat did not fall but you fell nak”, said Anala who made maryam laugh crazily.

“iya uma” he replied while giggling.

“ini towel nak”, julur Anala , nak day already tonight we go home yes, tomorrow you go to school dear.

“iya umma, already sleepy also”, ayok ready - ready quickly dear, take Anala while replacing the dry clothes for maryam who has wet all her body.

Anala and Maryam's car had driven slowly from the yard of the former mother-in-law's house, Maryam who could not withstand the sleepiness, which was not able to withstand the sleepiness, relented by choosing to sleep on the bench beside the wheel of his mother while hugging his favorite doll Boba.

“nak, we have reached home”, whispered Anala in Maryam's ear, but Maryam did not touch the slightest whisper of her mother.

“maryam we have arrived son, let's wake up ”, whispered anala again.

“aduh umma”, the head of Maryam who megenai hard object next to him like experiencing a little pain.

“ayok not what – what son, ”, Invite Anala to Maryam to enter the house to continue his sleep in the room, and, about an hour after Anala finished all the business in the night, finally Anala was ready to sleep to deliver the next morning.

The slippage of light that began to rise from behind the white window cloth slightly disturbed the deep sleep Maryam who had fallen asleep overnight, the speckle of dew buildings sedkiti soaked her face from the air-conditioned room, the air-conditioned room, making Maryam a little uncomfortable and foggy to sit on her bed, the wind that smells strange but delicious it began to appreciate masu into maryam's nose, a little Maryam began to wonder where the smell came from. Anala who was busy in the kitchen was cooking for breakfast this morning, looked happy with her sausage fried rice menu.

“um yummy umma”, said Maryam who sipped the fragrant air while advancing her mouth.

“make hungry do not smell nak?”, asked Anala while holding the wooden sodet light brown.

“laper really umma, umm want to cook what today?”, he asked while rubbing the newly awakened eyes.

“umma today want to cook fried rice sausage son, like not?” ask Anala who is frying red and white onions in a cauldron and can imagine what the smell of garlic is like.

“add umma fragrance, here I cut the sausage umma”, maryam who seemed to want to participate in the manufacture of fried rice industry that morning.

“can but heart – heart yes, this nak”, stick out Anala on Maryam Who can't wait to cut the round sausage.

“here-here umma I cut, how to cut umma”,anyanya impatient.

“small piece – small aja nak”, explained Anala, who looks to be taking rice and also other – sauce seasoning.

“umma so much spice umma”, asked Maryam curious about the number of spices used to make his typical uma fried rice.

“ya son, indeed many spices are used to make this fried rice”, “umma see I cut rich gini”, point Maryam and cut the sausage in her own way with a variety of shapes and characters, there are yan like bungan and also the shape of various flat shapes.

“beautiful right umma?”, he asked again, “very beautiful, but this can be eaten directly not uma?”, he asked again curious, , because seeing his – friends who often buy sausages who are ready to eat without frying first.

“by son, this can be eaten directly”, not yet Anala finish the sentence, Maryam directly devoured one piece of sausage voraciously.

“enak turned out umma, nyam’, explained Maryam who again continued cutting his sausage earlier.

“already son, we enter yuk, all the ingredients, starting from mixing fried onions that umma fried earlier with the ingredients that have been smoothed consisting of onion, garlic, candlenut, candlenut, and a little red chili, and also coriander”.

“hushhhhh”, Anala enter all the mashed materials and do not forget to stir with the wooden sodet.

“this son, his sausage”, Anala put the sausage that had been cut Maryam.

“hummmm yummy”, maryam reaction when seeing and smelling the aroma of fried rice seasoning.

“here I take the plate and also the spoon umma, I can not wait nih”, added Maryam who seemed busy with making a cupboard containing various kinds of dishes and spoons.

“I put it here umma”, Maryam prepared all the necessary equipment on the teak dining table, Anala who looked busy by mixing rice with all the spices in one cauldron, smiling at the busyness of Maryam who was very diligent in preparing everything before they had breakfast that morning.

“Maryam has not washed?”, asked Anala who did not see Maryam go to the bathroom and her mouth was wet.

“ehhhh, not umma”, he replied grinningly, and immediately ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

“iiiii”, Maryam showed off her clean teeth at the sign she had performed the morning ritual.

“ayo we eat fried rice, sit here”, tell Anala who looks obedient done maryam.

“umma want dong” eggs, Maryam began to feed one by one the rice in her plate into her mouth and the usual reaction that maryam did when eating a good meal , by raising both of his hands.

“umma really good loh, umma terrific”, praise maryam, this is what makes Anala the spirit to cook for maryam who can always make her heart happy when praised her own child about the food she cooks.

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A bright morning shrouded in that thin mist, Rangga and his favorite cat were playing in front of the terrace with a water hose held by Rangga to water the bunga and trees in the yard of his house, it was, White sleeveless T-shirts and short jeans add to the appearance of Rangga look cool and sporty complete with looks – muscles Rangga that is not so big, Rangga, the black sedan parked on the porch of his house looks very clean and neat, because yesterday just entered the wash and servicing.

Rangga headed to the bathroom to start work activities today, because today there is a fairly solid hospital schedule and there are also meetings at other hospitals, he said, maroon shirts and black pants look hanging neatly along with a tie that is ready to be worn by the owner that adds to the completeness of his appearance. Before leaving for work Rangga situs drank a glass of milk and a piece of toast and also boiled eggs and was complete enough to add nutrients in the morning, that day, the black leather shoes worn also look obedient to follow Rangga's steps in leaving.

POV Anal

Today Maryam and Anala will go to the market to buy various kinds of side dishes and also sayu mayur for kitchen needs, because everything that has been cooked in the kitchen has been cooked, and everything is done, Anala decided to go to the traditional market with Maryam.

“Maryam, the day you want to join umma n?”, ask Anala who is ready – ready to go to the market.

“where are you umma?”, ask Maryam again.

“but we want to go to the market, want to come?”, asked Anala who has brought her grocery bag while holding the car key.

“ya want to come, want umma”, said Maryam girang, because the market is one of the places Maryam likes the most, because in the market he can find out various kinds of vegetables and other foodstuffs directly and also see people buying and selling in ways and strategies – each.

“umma today want to buy what?”, asked Maryam who was beside her uma who was driving.

“today we want to buy fish, chicken, shrimp, vegetable, many anyway, you buy what later”, asked Anala.

“in the market there are selling chocolate ngak umma, want chocolate ah”, replied Maryam.

“it seems there is no deh”, lies Anala who tried to lie to Maryam because she wanted to buy chocolate again and again.

“but later if anyone sells chocolate, I buy chocolate yes umma”, pinta Maryam again.

“we will see later ya how”, explained Anala.

Anala who was engrossed with the wheel of his car saw there were mothers who fell with their children on the side of the road because they were nudged by other drivers, but the rider fled.

“aduh, son you in the car first yes, bia uma who dropped”, said Anala to Maryam.

Anala directly from the car along with the people around who began to help the mother to be able to sit in a comfortable place with her child.

“iya umma, hearts – hearts umma”, said Maryam, Maryam who also panicked to see the events around had to stay in the car, had to stay in the car, and then Maryam was again holding her phone that worked well but the little boy could only record using the camera in his own style, and only to that extent.

“kretek”, the sound of the camera sign of Maryam's phone is recording what is around her, which is the incident in front of her eyes, and there also seen anala who helped the victims of the accident with other residents, Anala appeared to carry a box of P3 k, and immediately treat the injuries experienced by mother and child.

“it umma I”, suddenly Maryam said the word when the recording process took place.

“nak you do what”, asked Anala who got into the car because there are many people who help and the anal task that cleans the wound on the mother and child is finished, he said, he headed straight for the car, remembering that Maryam was alone in the car.

“not what umma, how mom was”, asked Maryam curious.

“the mother was only a minor injury, and her son also suffered a little injury, ''' umma love the drug was nak”, replied Anala who was installing her safety belt ready-to-go market, their main purpose of the house.

Anala parked her car in the market parking lot right in front of the gate entering the market.

“pak clay –liatin my car yes pak”, pinta Anala same father parking lotman with a smile.

“good son, this is his son or his sister”, asked the father innocently.

“wah , meaning I am still like a little girl yes pak”, said anala who was a little captivated to hear the father's question.

“ini my son new pack wants to enter five years old ”.

“ohhh her son turned out I think her sister, her husband where buk, nemenin shopping”, asked the father again who seemed not to know with special secrets in the family Anala.

“no pak”, replied Anala nyegir tana tell clearly and detail why the father naak did not come with them. When starting to enter the market, Maryam's view was directly addressed to the ice chocolate seller who was near the hawker seller.

“umma tuh see, said uma no one selling chocolate, tuh see uma no tuh, want to buy”, whine Maryam and still remember the word – said uma earlier at home.

“ok, but can not be much – a lot yes, once aja well nak”, anala kept her promise earlier on Maryam to buy her favorite ice chocolate.

“ye”, maryam's response when approved his uma to buy ice chocolate that tam pack tempting.

“mas ice brownnya one ma”, pinta Anala to buy Maryam ice chocolate.

“the original or mixed Mbak”, ask the seller.

“umma is brown aja ya”, replied Maryam with a little emphasis.

“oh yes mas original aja mas, without a mixture of ya”, added Anala.

“ok mbak”, “umma doll is funny deh, want it”, whine Maryam again, which makes Anala issued a little strategy mother – mother.

“later there is a better one there jaa well we buy”, lie Anala.

“where umma, promise well ”, agree maryam to the strategy of Anala, “mbak this ice brownnya”, said the ice chocolate seller.

“sini.. here... sini”, welcome Maryam who can not wait to taste the ice chocolate that can briefly melt because the weather in psar is quite hot.

“ayok dear we buy side dishes yuk tuh there in the fish market section sana”, point Anala untu to sellers side dishes of all kinds.

“mas, this fish how much is about mas, ”, asked Anala, “ini thirty-five thousand mbak, but if this one is twenty-five thousand, the difference is because the size is aja mbak”, but if this one is twenty-five thousand mbak, answer the fishmonger.

“not less sir, thirty aja sekilo pak”, anala who already understand how to buy and sell in that market, directly practice how to buy and sell.

“by mbak, but if mbak buy two kilos I less so fifty-five thousand”, added the seller.

“no sir, I bought a kilo aja, this chicken how much is a kilo sir", Anala who seemed to like the shape of the father's cut chicken also began to bid the price of cut chicken.

“ayam this forty thousand perkilonya mbak, later I love bonus claw same tail”, added the father with additional bonus.

“ayam is about pak”, replied Anala, and Anala looking for vegetable traders who still look fresh and do not limp.

“pak broccoli and turnips how much buk”, anal hold broccoli and fresh radish by looking at each inch of the vegetable side to ensure the condition of the vegetable fresh.

“sayur is one kilo eight thousand mbak”, replied the seller, Anala who was stunned to hear the price of vegetables is very much different compared to the price in the super market, and according to Anala vegetable on the market has the same quality – is just as good, just different on the packaging and promotion.

“umma buy carrots?”, asked Maryam arrived - arrived and made Anala directly take a few kilos of carrots, because Maryam really likes the vegetable compared to other vegetables.

“iya son, earlier uma forgot dear”, said anala