Anisa the Sinner
Meet with Candidate-in-Law

"Have you gone home, brother?" rhetorical Anisa sees Panji coming into the room.

Anisa who finished reading the Qur'an after performing the prayer asar immediately took off her face.

Again it became an interesting spectacle for Panji. His feet stopped stepping, momentarily staring at the scene exactly not for a moment but pecking for long. Staring at the scenery when Anisa opened her face then seen her long hair on the original rope towering up to the level of her neck is visible and the saplings of hair appear on the nape of her neck and Anisa's hands reach for the veil to wear.

"Why stop, brother?" tanya Anisa felt astonished to see Panji silently sculpting.

"Eh.. I seem to have forgotten something," Panji preached by twisting his legs and stepping out of the room. But he did not long go back in.

"No, it was in the bag" Panji exclaimed.

Anisa shook her head. "By up, Kak Panji deh," Anisa chirped while folding her face and words.

Panji immediately put down the bag he was carrying and took off the suit and the top he was wearing.

Again, Anisa is presented with a view of the torn bread attached to the stomach of the man in front of her and a fragrant aroma that begins to anesthetize Anisa's consciousness.

"I'm going down, brother?" anisa immediately stepped her foot.

"Make Nis coffee, after bathing I go down," pinta Panji.

"Yes" Anisa answered and opened the door to leave the room.

Anisa's hand stroked her chest. One breath Anisa let out.

"If you stay inside, the banana peel tragedy can happen again" murmured Anisa. However, suddenly his stomach was so nauseous considering it all. Sontak Anisa re-entered the room. Luckily Panji had not entered the toilet room so Anisa immediately ran into the toilet room.

"Don't run! I warned you how many times Nisa!" exclamation Panji.

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The food he had eaten earlier spilled in the sink.

"Come on! Did you eat before you vomit like this?" tanya Panji who was standing on her stomach Anisa.

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All came out unceremoniously in Anisa's stomach. Anisa's face looks red.

"Please note the intake of food do not just enter the stomach," said Panji.

Anisa seemed to ignore the words of Panji she still managed to catch her breath and felt bitter in the mouth.

"From peeled bananas!" muttered Anisa ngloyor left Panji who seemed confused by Anisa's murmur.

"What's with the peeled banana?"

"Well!" The banner held the one down there with a reddened face after realizing what Anisa's muttering intent was.

"Basic perverted boy!" panji Umpat.

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"Sir Panji is leaving?" tanya Anisa saw Panji already wearing a neat shirt.

"Yes,"

"Back to buy melons, yeah,"

"Why didn't you ask Asih to buy it this morning?"

"So early in the morning I didn't want to" said Anisa.

"Yes, I'll buy it. I'm leaving."

"Sister... ."

"What else?" Panji paused his steps.

"Greet me first" Anisa suggested.

Panji seemed to snort annoyed but still say hello.

"Waalaikum greetings," Anisa replied "be careful on Kak's road," he continued.

"Hmmmm," Panji's hum confirmed Anisa's words.

After taking about 30 minutes, Panji arrived at a simple house. The house he had not visited in the last time. Seeming on the porch of the house was already sitting a middle-aged man while reading the book he was holding.

"Night Sir," said Panji.

"Assalamualaikum," said Panji because suddenly remembered Anisa's speech to say hello to fellow Muslims using the phrase assalamualaikum. Panji kissed the back of Mr. Rozak's hand.

"Waalaikum greetings Nak Panji, Thank God you came too. Let's sit down."

Panji smiled and sat his butt in the chair in front of Mr. Rozak. Panji's view then circulated to find a woman who usually immediately came out to welcome his arrival.

Panji floated a smile at the words of Mr. Rozak.

"Tiwis...Wi...This Panji boy has come" call Mr. Rozak.

"Yes sir," Tiwi replied then emerged from behind the door.

Panji looked dumbfounded looking at his woman, for some reason his heart was beating like a jejaka for the first time to catapult to his girlfriend.

"Night Mas" Tiwi said.

"Night" replied Panji.

"You make us coffee" said Mr. Rozak.

"Father, why again coffee anyway," grumbled Tiwi considering the health condition of his father.

"Once," woo Mr. Rozak.

"Not once in a while but you've had coffee twice already" said Tiwi.

"I'm just warm water," said Panji.

"Why do you ask for a whirl? I'm just forbidding you not to ban Panji mas for coffee."

"My throat is still itchy," Panji said, it is impossible for him to answer 'so that afternoon he had a coffee made by Anisa'.

"Oh..., you keep the coffee? Panji Panji water warm loh."

"Yes the father is also the same warm water," resigned Mr. Rozak.

"This time you have to beat the father" said Mr. Rozak while taking out a chessboard.

Panji smiled because of the many times playing chess with Mr. Rozak only a count of fingers he won.

"I admit the shrewdness of my father playing chess" said his hand banner also helped organize chess on the board.

"It's not too bad to invite anyone to play chess" said Tiwi by putting two drinks on the table.

Tiwi sat down between them.

"Chess is a strategy game about the war between two kingdoms represented by black and white pawns, each with its own steps and tactics. Just like life is colored black and white. We need a strategy so that the steps we take can bring good and bring us to the goal," said the father began the pawn step that he began to move forward.

The silent pennant nodded digesting the wise advice that Mr. Rozak threw out and his hand moved his white pawn forward.

"Pion, even the smallest. His steps never retreated, he continued forward. That means, even if we are small, it may also be underestimated by others. However, we keep going, step by step to reach our expectations. As if there is no word of fear, or surrender in our lives."

"Such is your relationship and Tiwi, although there are those who underestimate or consider impossible but go step by step to achieve mutual hope" continued Mr. Rozak.

"Yes sir, whatever it is must advance together, passing through the crossroads together," said Panji by glancing his eyes at Tiwi.

"It should always be remembered anyway, the steps in the black box or the white box all have consequences," between Tiwi made two pairs of eyes look at him. Because Tiwi who is always indifferent to the game of chess can compensate for the philosophy of chess.

"King can die with any piece from the opponent no matter if it's a pawn or something. The same is true about the causes of relationship failure. We can fall from many possibilities. Even trivial things can make us fail, if we underestimate it. Then we must be vigilant with all things around us," continued Tiwi with a sharp gaze towards Panji.

Panji only smiled slightly replying to Tiwi's words. Mr. Rozak saw there was tension between the two humans. He smiled looking at that.

"If the chessboard is only white, then we cannot run the game. In life if the relationship only goes straight without any test then it is impossible, the test that will be a spice so that a relationship will feel bland, full of pleasure," replied Mr. Rozak.

"Supreme!" exclaim mr. Rozak.

Panji staring at the king's piece will be eaten by the opponent's piece.

Tiwi smiled snorting, "Don't overnight, you have to rest," Tiwi said then stepped inside.

After falling 3 times Panji ended the chess game on the grounds that it was night and Mr. Rozak had to rest.

Panji drove his car through the night that still did not ring the city streets. He was home.

"Pennants...,"

The voice stopped the steps of Panji who was about to climb the stairs.

"You're from Tiwi's house?! rhetorical oma Sartika.

"The woman clearly looks cheap! Not shameless! Rela became an actor in order to reach her heart to become a young mistress in the Darmawan family. Really don't know yourself!" oma Sartika teasek.

The banner is silent. Not unable to answer the ridicule of his omanya only he did not want to serve a debate with Omanya that did not run out.

"Let's just say Oma, what's Oma's purpose in stopping me."

Oma smiled at the kindness of her grandchild.

"Oma's granddaughter is indeed intelligent," oma's voice swallowed with the praise she was throwing.

"Sunday tomorrow, come to attend the invitation to dinner at the Bramono family," rayu oma Sartika.

night greet 🤗.

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