Anjani Darling
Veil For Anjani

Today I am thirteen years old. In front of the glass, I rearranged the long hair that almost covered the back, tied it with a rubber band used to tie the chili wrap, to make it look neat.

"Anjani, you haven't left yet?" aunt Desi comes into the room. "It does not feel, now you are thirteen years old, already wearing a blue white uniform" said aunt Desi.

"Yes Bk. Thank you for taking such good care of me." I said, peeping at the cheek of the woman who always protected me while in this parlour.

"Auntie hasn't done anything for you. Even to give you a uniform just haven't been able to."

My blue white uniform has turned yellow, but I am only first class, not because I wear it just any time but because it is a clothes breech, so the condition is not new.

"It's more than enough Bi, I'm so grateful" I said again, showing off the sweetest smile so that the sad on Aunt Desi's face was gone. How could I possibly give him more weight after the many favors he gave.

There is nothing I regret about Aunt Desi, the woman who has protected me with all her heart has done a lot in my life. I owe him so much. Hoping, one day I can repay all of aunt's kindness.

"Bi, I love you. I will repay your aunt one day." I said again.

"What you're doing right now is already so big. Auntie is so grateful."

"What am I doing?"

"You have given happiness by being present in my life. You always make me smile. You are the happiness that God has given me."

"Ahhh aunty, I am also very grateful to have an aunt." We both hugged.

"Already ... already. Now leave. It will be too late" said aunt Desi.

My aunt and I stepped out of the room. Suddenly our smile had to disappear upon hearing someone's scream.

"Desi, why don't you teach that girl the rules here. Do not doubt he is your adopted son, and then free to do everything as he pleases. Remember Desi, if you keep doing as you please, then I will take back your Adoption rights because you apparently cannot educate him well" said the head mother.

"Sorry ma'am, but what rules did Anjani break?" ask aunt Desi.

"He was already Junior High, but did not close the aurat. Shameless. Didn't you teach him religion?" ask the head again.

"Sorry mother, I will teach Anjani to wear a veil."

"Today he also had to wear a veil. I don't want him to spread sin everywhere. Especially here is my son."

"Yes Ma'am." So that the debate is not long, aunt Desi invited me out immediately.

"How is this bi? I don't have a long uniform and a veil?" I'm really riled up. Afraid that this will be used as a weapon by my head to punish me again.

"No need to worry, auntie's gonna find a way out. Now you go to school first."

I waved my hand, passing towards the school on foot. For some reason, even though aunt Desi asked not to think, still the veil and long clothes became my thoughts.

I know very well that Aunt Desi has no money. How will he buy me a long dress and a veil?

"Hey, Anjani!" philip has walked parallel to me. "You're daydreaming again? Then I called him not to listen. What are you thinking about?"

"Head mother told me to wear a veil."

"Oh. If this is me I agree."

"Why?"

"I don't like it when other men see your long hair."

"Is my hair that good?"

"Not really,"

"Hahaha, yes. Nice hair. Then what makes you restless? Or maybe you also deliberately spread charm to male students, so they like you?"

"Just boy. I'm not like that."

"What makes you so nervous?"

"I don't know, Aunt Desi didn't have the money to buy a new uniform and a veil. Then how can I wear a veil?"

"Oh, so that's your problem? You have a God. Just ask him."

What Philip said was right. I kept quiet and began to make many requests to God. Including asking that He immediately send father and mother to pick me up. It's been six years, I feel like I've missed mom and dad so much.

How are they doing now? Did mom and dad never fight again? Do they still remember me? Then why hasn't he come yet? Or maybe they are confused because they lost track of it.

"Hi Anjani, are you daydreaming again?" ask brother Philip.

"Huh?" i'm silent.

"It's in front of your school. I'm going first. Learn diligently and do not daydream much. Okay!"

***

"Wear your veil Anjani, or I will punish you!" the voice of the head mother who came suddenly in the kitchen made me shocked to immediately run into the room. I was really scared of making it.

Even though the stomach was so hungry, I still did not dare to go out to pick up food, afraid that the head mother came back. While aunt Desi hasn't come back yet, I don't know where to go. It's not usual for aunts to leave without a message like it is today.

Azan ashar has just gone. Want to feel immediately out for ablution then salat. But I can't because Aunt Desi hasn't come home yet and I'm afraid to meet the head mother.

"Anjani!" someone knocked on the door.

From behind the window I peeked, it turned out that one of the residents of the orphanage was the same age as me. He gave me a parcel. When I opened it, it was a bit of a shock because it was a long uniform of gray white and a white veil.

"Who is this from?" my question is in my heart. Then I found a short message.

This is the answer to your prayer this morning. Tomorrow do not daydream again yes :)

This must be from Philip's brother. I jumped in joy. He is my guardian angel. I can always provide solutions to my problems.

While busy reading the continued message sent by brother Philip, suddenly the door of the room opened, it looked like aunt Desi entered with a face looking very tired.

"Auntie, where have you been?" my many.

"I'm sorry Aunt Anjani, I don't know what else to do" Desi said.

"Where is aunt from?"

"The new aunt visited some of the aunt's friends' houses to ask for their son's second-hand uniform, but no one had."

"Oh Allah aunty ...,"

"Anjani, forgive aunt, you must be disappointed. Aye, right?"

"No bi, it's not. But brother Philip has given me a new long uniform gift complete with the hood."

"really?"

"Yes Bi. It's!"

Me and Aunt Desi embraced. I could feel my aunt's struggle to find me a new uniform. It feels really moved. I'm really lucky to have a foster mother like Aunt Desi.