The Last Love's
The Jitu Ana Plan

After getting permission from Galang, Anggita also said he wanted to invite Alan and his parents, because he heard from his lover if they also did not visit the Galang residence too often.

“Then, it means you don't mind, ‘kannya parents Kevin and his brother come here?” ask Anggita asking for Galang's opinion.

Because Ana says if she feels lonely in the big house, Anggita also has another initiative so that the woman feels her house is crowded.

Inevitably, Galang finally agreed to Anggita's request, because he had already given permission to the woman. Plus he also said if many guest rooms are not occupied, then there is no reason for Galang to refuse it.

The two brothers exchanged glances, even though Galang was looking for the right time to convince Anggita about their love. Ana could only close her eyes and bowed deeply.

“Where will I be with them I can not sleep with Anggita?” his great-grandson.

“Darling, you why?” kevin asked as suddenly his wife's head lowered.

Quickly Ana raised her head and smiled towards her husband.

“Ngak papa's. Let's eat again,” invite Ana to end their conversation.

After dinner, in front of Galang and his family, Anggita contacted Alan.

“Yes, Ana asked me to stay here. Are you the same old man you want to stay here too? Ana misses the atmosphere in her old house at that time,” honest Anggita.

“Awhile, I asked Mom the same Father first yes. If they can't, I'll go there, ” Alan replied.

“Yes already, later you will tell me yes,” Anggita reply while ending their call.

“Where, Brother?” tanya Ana looked at Anggita.

I guess we explained the answer Alan gave him.

“So, if they can't, Alan's brother will be here?” ask Kevin.

“Iya, maybe he also misses his sister,” Anggita replied smiling warmly.

Although Alan's attention to Kevin was not clearly visible, he was very sure if the man was also worried about his sister's circumstances, and wanted to know his development during his stay with Galang.

The plan that Ana had arranged for her brother, failed miserably when Alan told her that he and his family would stay at the Galang residence.

“Saw, sorry. I don't know if the ending will be gini,” said Ana felt guilty.

Galang who was staring at the monitor screen in front of him turned his eyes to the pregnant woman who was now standing across the desk.

“Sit, you will be tired if you stand for a long time,” told Galang to glance at the uninhabited chair in front of Ana.

Ana shakes. Sad to have disappointed his brother for the plan he made.

Seeing her sister flinch, with her hands clutched together and her head bowed. Ana looks like a child who just made a big mistake to make her parents angry.

Galang took a long breath. He then moved from his work chair to make a squeaking sound from the wheels that move with the ceramic floor below. Hesitating, Ana slightly raised her head and looked nervously at the older sister who was walking over.

Galang grasped both shoulders of Ana and led his sister to sit on a chair, while he half crouched down right in front of Ana.

“You don't have to feel guilty about it. Naturally, because he did maintain the same distance brother. So, maybe the business of the sister should be more leverage. One thing that is no less important is that you do not feel lonely because the atmosphere is rame and the same as in our old house,” said Galang while rubbing the back of Ana's hand.

Women who are pregnant young can not hold this fluid pooled in the eye fertilizers. However, Galang who saw him immediately told him not to cry.

“Now you rest. Kevin also had permission for you to sleep with Anggita, Jihan, the same Aunt Ratih. Don't make them wait, later they think nothing,” invite Galang then rise and scramble Ana's hair.

It was successful in changing Ana's guilty face to anger. “My hair gets messy, Brother!” angered Ana was annoyed.

Not sorry, Galang just chuckled and pulled slowly both cheeks Ana who was getting softer.

“I finished using skincare, Brother,” teased him before Ana spoke.

*** 

The clanking sound of the wall clock ticking accompanied Anggita who was still awake, as the three women on his side began to dive into dreamland.

He looked at the sleeping Bu Ratih on the right side of the bed, then Ana and Jihan were in the middle. He was on the left side. The king-size bed was filled to the brim with four of them.

Anggita's mind wandered back to his conversation with Mrs Ratih a few hours ago. When Ana and Jihan go to take a snack to the kitchen.

“Don't be long yes, new son you and Alan married,” said Bu Ratih only able Anggita reply with a smile.

Not wanting to give hope by mentioning how long they will be married, Anggita only replied, “We try as soon as possible, Bu.”

The longer, the thought of getting married moves away from its wants and goals. As time goes by, the taste is no longer as dusty as it used to be.

*** 

The next day, Angita decided to return. Let Alan and his family stay there with their own time.

“Why are we so happy to go home, Brother?” jihan asked as they arrived at the contract.

“Because you have to go to school tomorrow, you also have to sell,” Anggita replied as if.

For Anggita there is no time to laze, and his business has just been pioneered. The order of a hundred boxes of donuts did not immediately make him proud, because the achievements he wanted to achieve have not been achieved.

“Let our customers run if you have a lot of holidays,” Anggita said when Jihan felt if her brother was too imposing.

“Ngak papa we are now tired and difficult, hopefully later we can have our own store, and can help others to find work,” continued Anggita.

Jihan nodded innocently. Promise in his little heart if he will be a figure of passion and unyielding as often Angita do.

More and more days, the cake orders Anggita receives are increasing. The money given by the late Papa Galang was already paid off, and now Anggita started saving to create his own store.

In addition, Anggita did not immediately feel satisfied with the results he got. As if there was no time to slow down, the woman who began to grow up tried to develop her writing talent.

“Kakak what? Focus really,” said Jihan when she found her brother so serious typing on the phone and barely blinking.

Anggita gasped, only to realize that Jihan was already at his side with her hands holding a packet of wheat flour.

Instead of being surprised, Anggita actually reviews the smile with a witty face. Making Jihan who was nearby more astonished and wondering.

‘Why Kak Anggita his smile is weird?’ tanya Jihan is impregnating.

“You wait at home for a moment. Brother's got business outside. Just aja, kok,” permission Anggita holding both shoulders his sister.

No longer waiting for the answer of the sister, Anggita first got up and grabbed the cardigan as well as a sling bag hanging behind the door.

“The door should not forget to lock yes, dear!” exclaim Anggita before actually going from the contract with light steps.

No need to take public transport. Simply walk for approximately 15 minutes, Anggita has arrived at a cafe commonly visited by students to do assignments, or just play games.

“Pak, there is still an empty computer?” ask Anggita to the cafe keeper.

The man in the upside-down hat raised his head and pointed at the uninhabited right-end computer.

With a beaming face, Anggita began to struggle with the phone he connected to the monitor in front of him.

“Bismillah, hopefully all smoothly,” rapal Anggita slim down.

With a smile, a beautiful story began to be arranged and neatly form a slick and heart-stirring story.

A story titled “Arti Waiting and An Acceptance” Anggita copy and print to form a thick sheet almost touching a hundred pages