The Story Of Goddess Anjani
Chapter 13 The Malang Vania
"Mother, it's been a long time since Anjani's sister got married never once to go home" Vania, said,grumbling to the mother who was sitting on the porch of the house while drinking a cup of tea made by Vania accompanied the father was also there.
"Your brother may be busy, why else now they are building a new house for your brother and also her husband to stay" Mr. Tarno chimed in.
"And the house is near, if you go there, you will go there" replied Miss Mirna, sipping her tea.
The time is late afternoon, the weather is a little cloudy, it is suitable to brew a cup of tea on the terrace of the house while enjoying the atmosphere.
"Vania actually also wanted to play there, but was afraid of the same ma'am, her people were fierce," Vania was quoted as saying by her father's laughter.
"Don't say it like that, later someone will hear, you are angry with your mother," replied Miss Mirna.
Vania is indeed a smart child, although she is still sixth grade Elementary, but her bulging stature makes her look mature. In addition, he has also been menstruating since the fifth grade of SD. This year he will continue his junior high school.
"Sir, ma'am, later after Maghrib Vania went to Sinta's house, doing group work," Vania tried to ask permission from her parents.
"Which love? You have a friend whose name is Sinta two people," I asked to be sure.
"Sinta whose house is in the village next door, not long after praying Isya' Vania has returned," replied Vania while explaining to her mother.
"Oohh, ask Rahman's son, right? Later the father picked him back home," asked the father while offering services to pick up his daughter.
"No, sir, this is close, and now Vania's not a child anymore, is she." Vania refused the father's offer.
"Yes, be careful on the road, don't go home last night" his mother said, a little worried. Vania tries to convince her parents not to worry too much.
Adhan maghrib roared, the three of them went into the house, took the mukena and the father took the sarong and peci, preparing to go to the surau to perform congregational prayers.
There Vania met Anjani, the older sister who had longed for her presence, the house feels lonely now without the presence of the older brother.
"Sister Anjani!" call Vania from behind, and Anjani is standing about to put on her face.
"Vania! o Allah, how are you, my mother how are you," welcome Anjani while hugging her only child.
"Thank God be kind, brother, brother is now arrogant, his eyes are married, never want to play home again" murmured Vania, did not feel her tears.
"Don't you say that, actually you're the same brother, but..." Anjani hangs up her sentence.
"But why brother?" Vania asked curiously.
And Anjani just shook his head slowly, without knowing the clear droplets dripping down his cheeks.
"It's okay" he replied.
He could not tell all his experiences during his life at home.
Sometimes the husband's treatment is unfair to him.
The mother-in-law's attitude is good in front of her husband and evil behind her husband.
Fortunately there is still sister Sarah who always gives support for her. Sarah did not dare to argue with her mother. Every word of her mother, Sarah can only obey, so can Anjani.
"Sister, why is sister kok even daydreaming," Vania questions her daydreaming.
"nothing, yuk salat, has begun to tuh, the priest is already present,"
Who became a priest happened to be that night ustadz Malik, Anjani's husbandami. Finished praying Vania rushed home, because he had promised Sinta would come to his house after the maghrib prayer.
Vania also said goodbye to her sister and also to the snag of the mother who was next to her.
"Be careful in his nudge, remember, come home soon," his mother's message to Vania, and he nodded and went home soon.
That night, the weather was cloudy but it had not yet rained. Vania leaves for Sinta's house pedaling the bicycle she used to use to go to school.
Vania, my sister and her parents don't know, what is waiting for Vania tonight.
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Danu was still shivering all night, after the last night that had happened to her.
Lucky the mother quickly went home after the event there.
"Assalamualaikum" Ida opened the door and said hello, but no one said anything.
"Andu, where are you?" He was looking for Danu in the kitchen, behind the house also did not meet.
At first glance he glanced towards the door of Danu's room which was still closed.
Slowly he walked to Danu's room and tried to open the door, but surprised Ida saw his only child shivering while covered in thick sheets.
"Astagfirullah, and you, why are you son?" Ms. Ida immediately approached Danu and tried to open her blanket.
How surprised Danu was then, "no, no, don't come any closer!" like a delirious person, he shouted hysterically while closing his eyes.
Slowly Danu opened her eyes, seeing that the mother was already in front of her, she hugged her mother so tightly.
"Mother, Danu is afraid of mom, Danu is afraid," he said while still hugging his mother even tighter.
"Already, calm down, mother here, try to tell the mother, what really happened," replied the mother while trying to release Danu's embrace of him.
Danu began to take a deep breath, and he started his story from the beginning he helped a young man who had been in an accident, to a figure in the corner of his house.
Ms. Ida listened to every Danu said, and she tried to understand it.
"Yes, you calm down first, and then I'll go to Ustadz Maulana's house, let ustadz win what happened to you last night," Ida tried to calm her son's heart.
"But ma'am, Danu's still scared," with her frightened face she's still trying to hide behind her blanket.
The mother patiently persuaded her and said goodbye to go to the house of Ustadz Maulana whose house is far enough if on foot.
Bu Ida was ready to step on his motorbike and drove at medium speed towards Ustadz Maulana's house.
Up in front of Mr. Ustadz's house, it just so happened to look Anjani is sweeping the yard of the house.
"Assalamualaikum, Anjani," said Ida while standardizing his motorbike.
"Wa'alaikumsallam,eh bu Ida, what's going on in the morning" Anjani replied and she greeted Ida while kissing the back of her hand.
"Sir Ustadz Maulana is there?" Ask Ida to Anjani.
"There is a bu, inside, let's sit down first, I call you father," replied Anjani while allowing Ida's mom to sit on the porch of the house.
Anjani went inside and looked for his father-in-law.
Not long after, Pak Ustadz went out to meet Ida who was waiting on the terrace.
"Assalamualaikum, mother Ida, tumben this early in the morning?" Greet Mr. Ustadz while asking questions to Ms. Ida.
"Wa'alaikumsallam, Mr. Ustadz, yes sir I need to be the same Mr. Ustadz" replied Ms. Ida with a trembling voice.
"Yes ma'am what's wrong? Tell me slowly,"
Mother Ida began to tell what had happened to her son to the Ustadz.
Ustadz Maulana mangosteen heard stories from bu Ida.
"I understand, well, I'll go with Ida to the house" replied Mr. Ustadz and they went to Ida's house on their own motorcycles.
Just arrived at the courtyard of the house, Pak Ustadz already felt the negative energy around the house.
Mr. Ustadz tried to walk around the house, really, there was something wrong behind the house.
There Mr. Ustadz tried to concentrate, looking for the source of the problem. He closed his eyes while reciting the holy verses of the Qur'an.
Finished reading he tried to walk up to the banana tree that was near the well.
"Please mother Ida get me a hoe" pinta pak Ustadz without looking
Ms. Ida immediately went into the warehouse to pick up the hoe without asking.
"This is Mr. Ustadz his hoe," mother Ida gave him the hoe she had taken from the barn next to the kitchen.
He hoeed right under the banana tree he meant.
Only a few hoes, there was a white cloth there, the more in the Ustadz hoeing, the more he saw what he had been looking for.
He crouched down and took the white cloth.
It turned out to be a mori cloth and there was still a package inside of it.
Mr. Ustadz tried to open the package, there were tacks, there were dolls made of dry straw and cantilevel flowers that were still buds 7 seeds.
Who sent all that?
What is the purpose and purpose of the person doing evil to the family of Ida mom?
How did Mr Ustadz handle this?
Should it be returned to its owner, or burned?
Let Allah SWT repay him.
How good is it, buddy?
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