Anisa the Sinner
Flashback The tragedy

Anisa was silent, her mind was now starting to look at remembering the dark time to make herself a sinful woman. However, there was little doubt to tell of the incident. Because, he never talked about the chronology of the deed to anyone. Anisa stared at Panji's face until the eyes were resounding because Panji was also looking at Anisa with a sharp look. Anisa immediately lowered her gaze back.

"At that time..." Anisa starts to make a sound and tells her what happened.

The flashback

(POV Anise)

I'm still busy with mom's stitching order. I have been in the sewing world for a long time.This job I usually do after school. Helping mom sew made me inevitably have to learn about it. As time went on based on experience and learning I was finally able to sew. A lot of people like the models I design, he said. However, many also prefer to be sewn mother because the stitches are neater. It is up to them that is important every day we receive orders so that the kitchen can mengepul.

Maesaroh's mother is the best mother in the world. I was lucky to be born from his womb. The single parent that was always there for me. You can be both a mother and a father to me. You've been dead since I was in SD, and since then, the role of double with mom, playing mother and father for me. The face of a beautiful and young mother does not fade from her face that every day has to work hard on the pedal dynamo of the sewing machine so no wonder many men who are mature, mature, even, many people proposed to him. However, the mother rejected them and preferred her own. Have you ever wondered what caused him to never marry again? He just developed a smile and stroked the tip of my head.

"Mother, Mr. Damar is a good person, why not just accept his proposal?" proposed me at that time.

But my mother answered my words with a smile.

Back to me who was busy with stitching orders.

Mother's voice called me from the kitchen room making me step into the kitchen.

"Food Nak Faisal there send," asked the mother by thrusting a rantang. I accept that bushel.

Actually I was upset with Faisal's mas, why did he ask mom to make lunch, breakfast, and dinner? Buy it can! The reason is classic, he likes mother's cooking. Moreover, the menu sauteed kale, fried tempe without flour, salted fish, and lalap sambal. Ulala said the menu was unforgettable.

"Your face don't be so frowned upon! Honestly, the mother who cooks is sincere, even seneng can masakin prospective daughter-in-law so that later if she is married to you will not be surprised by mother's cooking." said mother.

I heard my mother speak at length and I just listened without saying a word. It's free if his words I denied anyway in the end I was the one who was blamed, and of course Faisal was the one defended by mother.

I also took the contact of the motor matic, driving it through several roads that sometimes go down and up. My house and Faisal's mas are not too far from neighboring villages. I only traveled 3 km to reach Faisal's mansion.

My encounter with Faisal was quite unique. I who often have school activities should go home until the afternoon.

One time, I stopped at SPBU, I filled gasoline that almost toilet on my bike. After filling up the gasoline I parked my motorbike in the SPBU parking lot then I stepped up to take the water wudu. At that time, the time had already shown at 5 pm. After performing the Asar prayer, my eyes were very difficult to open and drowsiness suddenly slipped, without realizing I was asleep at Musala SPBU.

I slept for a long time, until one hand slapped my shoulder slowly. I opened my eyes. I saw a handsome man that the village girls often talked about. I think it's just a dream. I just smiled hoping that the handsome guy didn't leave in my dreams and then my eyes closed again. However, the clap grew louder as I entered the labyrinth carrying the smiling handsome man before me. I was shocked and woke up.

"Sorry deck, you're blocking people's way" said the man who had entered my dream not exactly a dream but a shameful reality. He displayed a melted smile.

"So this isn't a dream?" I felt my chest beating fast and looked around. Gradually my body inched I slide over from the entrance.

The handsome man left and at first glance I saw he was still holding a smile even though his hand was trying to close his smile.

I'm ashamed, obviously ashamed. In public places sleeping to delirious and do not feel my body moving in sleep up to the entrance of Musala. Though the door is the only access to be able to enter Musala SPBU.

I grinned, subduing the view of walking to take water wudu to perform magrib prayers because it seemed that dusk had sunk in the contest and the voice of one of SPBU officials proclaimed the azan.

Until one day we greeted each other because my student card fell when I opened the wallet after the prayer assar in Musala SPBU. Mas Faisal read my student card and called my name until he introduced himself. I responded to the introduction with pleasure. Who does not like to know the village flower, eh but if men is still the name of the village flower? Haha.

Long story short we exchanged numbers. Four months we were close and 2 months later he proposed to me. Village people like me who can not dream far to reach the ideals because of the cost, should be happy after graduation proposed people, by people who are loved anyway, who does not want? Really want. I finally accepted the proposal and we had a serious relationship.

One of the seriousness of the relationship is this. Attempting to pay attention to Faisal while his two masters were away. Yeah, send lunch.

I walk around because the weather is not so hot. Not yet arrived at the Faisal mas house, in the middle of my journey was stopped by a creature that sucks. He is the man who pursues my love. Isst!!! Actually lazy to have to stop my bike but how else, I do not want to deal more complicated if not stop my bike.

"There's a need for her!" I asked with ketus.

I saw Heri just smiling. Penance deh, want to smile any model he is still Heri who always makes dongkol nih ulu heart. I have rejected blatantly, rejected subtly, reject rough still likekeh pursues my love. Does he have a principle before the yellow janur curves he will still chase me? Amit-amit!

"Thank you," I replied, directly grabbing the package and I immediately restarted my motor matic.

Arriving at Faisal's mas house, I saw him put clothes clothes clothes on display on the porch because the weather was getting cloudy. He smiled at me, and I returned that smile.

"Assalamualaikum Mas" I said.

"Waalaikum salam," replied Faisal without stopping his activities bringing in the clothesline.

"Come on Nis," he continued.

I stepped in, even footsteps came into the dining room. I put down the bushel I brought and then I stepped into the kitchen to pick up the dishes and other cutlery.

"Quick mas at the meal will hunt down the cold cuisine," I bargained.

"Yes" Faisal answered by stepping into the sink.

"Indeed delicious mother's cooking," said Mas Faisal looking at the menu in the rantang.

"It's delicious but it's like it's just Faisal's mas mode?" I said in full search staring at Faisal.

Faisal even chuckled at my words.

"Is something funny?"

"You know, this is part of my mode" Faisal replied with a laugh.

"Issst! That's so, yeah! Mode let me meet ya?!" ask me innocently and again Faisal chuckled.

"You're smart Nis. If you eat, I'll see you."

"Emmm," I said I felt like I just heard the reason for Faisal's really illogical.

"I'm coming home, Mas" I said. However, suddenly the lightning roared violently and it rained heavily.

"Duh, nature is supportive for you to stay here" said Faisal.

"That's mah. he wanted Faisal," chirped me and responded with a laugh at Faisal.

"Yes, the package is still on the bike," I cried and immediately ran out to pick up the package that was given Heri. I went back in and opened the package at the dinner table. It's potato sausage.

"O Allah is tempting this food," my mind and without ba bi bu after reading basmallah I gobbled it up.

"Buy where's Nis?" ask Faisal.

"Give people," I replied, chewing on the food.

Faisal's hand took the other sausage and ate the sausage. We both enjoy potato sausage that is delicious matchless, melted mayonaise, tomato sauce and spicy sambal add to the delicious sausage.

It didn't take long for the sausage to run out. While the rain is still raining. I'm walking to the kitchen. However, I slipped into a puddle of water because the upper ceiling was leaking. Luckily Faisal nimbly restrained my body. Faisal's right hand became the cushion of my head, our eyes clashed, Faisal's body just above mine. My heart was beating abnormally and my eyes were still without a blink looking at the handsome face of my future husband. I felt my head was a little heavy, probably because of a fall even though my head ended up leaning against Faisal's hands still it was falling it must have hurt and maybe this was the effect, a little bit cloudy and the vision started to blur a little.

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