Lecturer & Rector
A day with Miss Gina

In the afternoon after cooking, Mama Haris invites Anisa to garden behind the house. Haris once said that Anisa often brought her own fruit salad from her home. Haris often tells about Anisa when she is exchanging news with her mother.

“Mother grows these fruits yourself?” ask Anisa when helping to get the soil into the polyback to grow new fruit.

“Of course not, I helped one of the maids here. Actually, I'm not good at planting menananm. After Haris told me about you who like gardening, mother asked for help to be taught gardening. When you visit here, I will show you the results.” Mama Haris replied at length.

“But it has not been fruitful when you came here,” he continued with a little disappointment.

“Nothing Mom, Anisa is happy to see Mother's garden..cold, beautiful, Anisa would be more happy if she helped plant it. Later if Anisa comes home, it could be a memento,” said Anisa calming.

“Thank you son,” Mama Haris said with a reluctant strand of smiles faded.

It looked so dark tonight than usual. The glittering stars and moon as its owner are reluctant to reveal themselves. Anisa was still faithful looking at the dark cloud. How long does he have to be in this house he doesn't want? Even though she was treated like a queen, she still wanted to leave this house.

Taps! Taps! Taps! Footsteps approached Anisa who was daydreaming on the edge of the glass window.

“Come to eat! Mama's been waiting at the dinner table,” without further ado a man gave the order.

“Astaghfirullah! Ba-baik,” replied Anisa who had been shocked.

Anisa follows Haris towards the dining room. Maybe he forgot not to lock the door, fortunately he was wearing a hijab at the time. But, once Haris attitude is not as gentle as usual. Usually, he was never that old when he spoke to Anisa.

“Taste you so good dear,” praise Mama Haris to Anisa after spooning one mouthful to her mouth.

“Feel Mother much more favors,” replied Anisa.

After dinner Anisa cleaned up the dining room. This afternoon, Mama Haris' maid returned from her hometown. At first she refuses to help Anisa, but Anisa still insists. It turns out that the maid is young. In Anisa's mind, she was the same age as Si Mbok at his house. She is beautiful actually, if her appearance is changed it might be more beautiful,

“I better ask Imah about Mr. Haris, he said if his parents had died.” battin Anisa.

“Imah, can we talk for a moment?” ask Anisa carefully.

“Of course Ma'am, ask what?” now Imah follows Anisa sitting on the dining table chair.

“Manya Mr Haris it, his biological mother?” anisha asked in a whisper.

“Hehehe, sorry.. if the Father?” tttanyaku again.

“If the Papa knows I've died, it's been a long time. Why the hell mbak?” the answer was a little kepo why Anisa asked that.

“Oalaah, no papa really.. Just want to know ajah, thank you,” said Anisa.

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“Anisa? Can you have an opinion?” mama Haris asked Anisa. They are now watching both tv shows. After cleaning the kitchen, Anisa asked Mama Haris to accompany her to watch.

Anisapov

“Iya Bu?” my many. I saw him looking at a magazine in his hand. I don't know the function of the tv in front of me right now. What is clear is that I do not enjoy it. I only respect him at this time.

“According to you, which clothes are suitable for which mom?” ask Mama Haris, Gina's mother. Yeah, I just found out her name earlier when I asked Imah.

I started to receive the magazine that he handed to me. I saw some syar’i clothes emblazoned on each sheet.

“Mommy wants to use a gown?” tanyaku carefully. Afraid to offend him. Because as long as I'm here, she's never worn a robe or a hijab.

“Yes, I like to see the suit you wear,” replied Bu Gina.

I smiled, and I began to go back and forth on each sheet to find a game that I thought was suitable for him.

“Choose a home game and to go or party too son. Oh yes, teach Mom to teach as well,” he said. I nodded with my smile too. I was amazed by his spirit of changing appearance.

“Insyaallah ma'am,” I replied.

Seriate.....