Anjani Darling
The Second Expectant Mother Raises

"Anjani, do you really not want to be a mother's son?" ask Bu Ratih

After finishing treating it, Mrs Ratih invited us to eat meatballs together. Mrs Ratih and I sat at separate tables with Philip's brother and Mr. Zein so we could talk freely.

"I'm sorry Anjani, Mom. Anjani likes mom, happy if mom wants to be Anjani's mom. But Anjani wants to go home. Anjani wants to get together with Anjani's father and biological mother." I said, explaining carefully to Ms. Ratih.

"Mom understands baby. You must miss your mom and dad. But ...."

"Dad and Mother Anjani will definitely come to pick you up, Mom."

"All right then. Mom understands. I won't force you, Anjani. But you have to remember one thing, that I love you so much. Whenever you want, I'm ready to be your mother. Yes Anjani."

"Well, Anjani will remember that." a bowl of meatballs and iced tea I immediately spent voraciously. Now the burden is gone.

After eating, the three of us said goodbye to Mrs Ratih after saying thank you. Along the way I was singing cheerfully because now I can wait for my father and mother calmly because no one will take me as a foster child.

"Anjani, Zein ... Where have you been, why have you just come home?" asked the head mother when she saw us enter the parlour.

Different from usual, the head mother looks bright when she sees me. He even invited me into his study. There was a couple sitting in the living room, there was aunt Desi too.

"Anjani," call aunt Desi.

"So this is called Anjani? It was beautiful." The female guest approached me, she immediately pinched my cheek with her anxiety.

"Aww," I grimaced, enduring the pain of her scars. It's not called being anxious, but it really pinched me with all its might, even leaving its nails on its cheeks.

"It hurts baby, sorry." He stroked my cheek.

"Anjani, let's say hello to Rianto's father and mother. They're his father-to-be and foster-mother" said the head mother.

"Father and foster mother?" I immediately shook my head. "No, Anjani won't. Anjani is not adopted!" I said. Then ran into the room, leaving the head mother, aunt Desi and a pair of guests intending to adopt me.

"Anjani!" I heard the voice of mother chief's cry, but I ignored it.

"How's this? I don't want to be adopted. I want to stay here. If they take me away, then what about mom and dad. They must have been confused because they didn't find me." My tears broke, fear made me spontaneously hide behind a blanket.

"Anjani," Aunt Desi entered the room. "Anjani, come here!" aunt Desi took me out of the blanket.

"Auntie," I said, with tears in my eyes. "Anjani is not adopted. Anjani wants to stay here!" I whine spoiled at the aunt Desi who always loved me.

"Dear, auntie understands. Aunty doesn't want you out of here, either,"

"Then tell the head mother. Let Anjani here bi. Anjani promises won't make any trouble. Anjani will be a sweet child." I kept begging, hoping that Aunt Desi would help me.

"But baby,"

"Please bi. Anjani won't be taken away,"

"Oh my God, aunt is confused." Aunt Desi hugged me tightly. We cried out to each other, we didn't want to part.

"Anger ... Miss Desi!" call the head from outside the room.

"What are you doing here. Bi, get Anjani's things ready, get him out of here!" the chief's orders. "I've approved this child being adopted by that family."

"But chief, why is the process so fast. Shouldn't we ..." aunt Desi tried to refute.

"There's no but-but. Get him out!"

"No!" I stood up straight. "Anjani doesn't want a head mom. Anjani has a father and a mother!" without even listening to the head mother's reply, I immediately ran out. My steps had stopped due to crossing with Brother Zein, but I immediately ran out.

"Hey, that kid ...." The woman who wanted to adopt me pointed at me who ran past her towards the outside of the parlor.

I ran as fast as I could, regardless of anyone's call.

Run Anjani. Don't let them take you from here. The only ones who can pick me up are mom and dad. I don't want to go with anyone. I just wanted to. So father and mother's son.

Brucks. My steps stopped because I tripped over the tree roots. I immediately sat on the ground. The wound that had been treated by Mrs Ratih was bleeding again. So hurt.

***

The sky was getting darker, the air was getting colder. Here, the afternoon is cold, especially if it is late afternoon like now. Usually people at sea wear jackets or sarongs, but I only wear old school uniforms.

"Dad .. mother. Anjani will wait here." I said, tearfully.

"Anger ... Anjani ... Anjani!" that call roused me from daydreams. Instead of answering, I hurriedly climbed up onto the pine tree with great difficulty. I didn't mind the pain in the old tripped knee earlier.

Did aunt Desi, brother Philip and brother Zein then search for you. But I chose to remain still on the Pine tree, holding on to a branch that was not too big, but enough to support my small body.

"Anjani, out. I know you're here. You don't want to go out? You know Anjani, at night, there's a lot of pigs that go around here. If they see you, you might be dragged. It's okay, Anjani?" exclaim brother Philip.

"What are you talking about?" brother Zein, look at brother Philip.

"I count to three. If you don't want to go out, then we'll go. We'll assume you choose to stay here alone forever! One ... two .. ti ...,"

"Ahhhh, don't go!" I screamed from the top of the tree.

"Anjani!" call aunt Desi and brother Zein together. While Philip laughed.

"What are you doing there. Let's get Anjani down!" call aunt Desi on standby, ready to catch my body.

"Keep not down!" I said.

"Heh, you can fall later, son!" call aunt Desi again.

"Belvin. Let alone. Everyone wants to throw Anjani away!" I spoke with teary eyes. "Maybe for Philip's brother this is funny, but I'm really scared. I don't want to go to the parlour anymore, the head mother will definitely give me to that person."

"Anjani, I'm sorry," asked Philip. He seemed sorry to laugh at me.

"Honey, come. We're talking about everything okay. Comeondown. Aunty's afraid you're falling." Aunt Desi asked me to come down.

Although still afraid, I still came down because my hands and feet were sore to maintain balance on the tree.