CHARM OF THE MAID

CHARM OF THE MAID
Season 3's. 43


Days change, months go by, years go by. Without feeling it has been three years Vanya and God married. There was little change, and the gods are now much better off economically, thanks to the help of Kenan and Anjani. Their handouts, of course, greatly helped improve the financial condition of his household with Vanya.


After miscarriage until now, Vanya has not been trusted by God to immediately get pregnant again. The doctor also stated that his uterus was slightly disturbed after the fall of Vanya and a collision in his stomach, which caused a disturbance in his uterus.


Unfortunately, Vanya's heart cries sadly whenever she sees a God who desperately wants to have a child with her soon. She was expecting a miracle from God.


Apologizing to Anika, she did. Vanya just thought, maybe this is the karma she hurt Anika and Vio's feelings. His sin against Vio, rendered Vanya helpless.


"Hi, honey. Which necklace?" Ask the God who has now put the buttons on his shirt. Usually, Vanya will prepare work clothes along with the tie at once.


"Oh, I forgot. Just take it yourself first, okay? I'm fried eggs, I'm afraid it's charred. Sorry." Vanya shouted from the kitchen.


The gods feel astonished, later, Vanya is often forgotten in many ways. Not only that, sometimes, Vanya likes to be alone and cry silently, without answering if asked. This was what made the Gods extra worried of course.


After putting on the tie, the god immediately came out, and saw his wife who finished preparing breakfast. "Meet, tie? Sorry, I was in a hurry. It just forgot. Come breakfast. We go to the boutique together." Vanya. Both of them manage the Anjani boutique that has been hands off.


"Mas, I'll have lunch, okay? I don't bring stock. Here's the rest of the night, I fry for breakfast. So I can't go home to cook." Vanya.


"Yes, it's okay." The god answered with a smile. "We eat outside. Come on hunt, hunt late. Today there's an appointment with the bride-to-be for a dress fitting, right?" Ask Gods.


"Yes." Yeah." Vanya answered slowly. The woman, now began to learn to design dresses, as a diversion from boredom and turmoil.


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Day greet the earth Blambangan so fertile prosperous. Its local residents who highly uphold the customs and also the ancestral heritage culture, manage their land very well.


The atmosphere of the coffee plantation, managed by Anika, is growing rapidly. This of course makes Kenan and Niko amazed by it. These three years, even the plantation is enough to provide welfare for the surrounding community who work there. A performance to be proud of.


Not only that, every weekend, many tourists visit the plantation. There are waterfalls also that make many young couples unwind, due to exhausting daily activities.


Anika is not a greedy person of course. Many times, he offered Vanya to join the plantation office. But Vanya always refused, under the pretext of wanting to be an ordinary housewife, and looking for busyness by learning to design fashion.


Anika really changed a lot after her household and God were destroyed. From a spoiled woman and always dependent on her family, she has now camouflaged into a tough, great and career woman.


"Rama, where do you want lunch?" Anika asked, when the lunch hour had arrived. The woman, when he was noticed, was getting closer to Rama. Likewise with Rama who actually has felt unusual when close to Anika.


Only, Rama knows himself. He felt incomparable with Anika who came from a distinguished family. Better for Rama, harbored a taste for the beautiful widow of one child. Think of it as Rama Minder.


"Just as far as Anika." Rama always resigned, wherever Anika took him to eat.


"Where are you at the roadside lesehan stall? Old date, bokek." Reveal Anika while laughing lightly. Not exactly bokek, but Anika just wants to eat spicy food typical roadside. Every day eating fancy food, long time to make Anika bored too.


"Kok I don't believe, yes, if mbak Anika said bokek?" Ask Rama later.


"You're saying you don't believe it, anyway? I'm a widow, no one wants money." Answer Anika.


"Yes, I where is the time to find a papa candidate for Vio? Am I working? What if you were the candidate?" Ask Anika prank. Of course it made Rama laugh.


"Bak Anika if kidding me, but don't baperin me. I'm afraid to baper and take it seriously, how?" Ask Rama who has his chest dag-dig-dug not careless.


"What if it's baper? They are both single, right? Unless one of them has, it's illegal." Anika replied, laughing.


"Anika can do it." Rama smiled shyly. The man, somehow for the last time, was made to blush his cheeks by Anika.


"Take me to Vanya's brother's house, later. Coming home from the office, I want to visit him and the Gods. I haven't been at Vanya's feet for a long time." Anika's face suddenly sad. For a long time, he had forgiven Anika as well as God. Avoiding does not mean not forgiving, Anika only tried to recover her heart in the last three years.


For three years, Anika tried to avoid her to keep her heart. But now that Anika accepts the situation with a broad heart, she has the desire to keep the friendship with her brother and ex-husband.


"Any sister is serious?" Ask Rama. "Didn't Anika always avoid them?" ask Rama carefully.


"Seriously, Rama. Where might I be kidding. Especially the same offer. How's your answer?" Anika again mocked Rama, who had blushed in shame.


"What offer, ma'am?" Rama asked who felt his blood rustle violently.


"So papa call Vio." Anika answered who held back laughter. Until then Anika could not bear to see Rama silenced, the woman laughed.


"Ciye ciye ... Rama shame. Ahhaha ...." Anika laughed this time. Just look, Rama's timid attitude, is enough entertainment for him.


In Rama's heart, he cursed Anika.


'Father, Mother, please save Rama from this hope.'


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