The Story Of Goddess Anjani
CHAPTER 3

"Assalamualaikum, dude," Wanda's voice rang out the door of Ida's mother's house. The middle-aged woman opened the door.

“waalaikumsallam,eh Wanda,mari in,"

“This bude, told the mother nganter mango, happened to harvest in front of rumah” while thrusting a bag of crackle containing mango to bu Ida.

“Iya, thank you, you tumben has not played here for a long time?” Ask Ida and tell her to sit down.

“Iya bude, yesterday did not feel well,” replied Wanda origin.

“Oh yes,bude,Where are you going at home?”

“He's in the store, he said he wanted to see store”

“Indeed he didn't go to bude college today?”

“She's on holiday.”

Danu Prakas is Ida's only child, Ida's mother died in a motorcycle accident at the T-junction of Asmara street end of the gang. when Danu was only 7 years old. It's not easy for Ida to be a single parent.

“Wanda, instead of you playing it is not clear, mending you work in a bude store with Anjani,” said Bude Ida suggested to Wanda that the work is just playing.

“When bude,Wanda still wants to mess around first,” replied Wanda while grinning.

“You are yes, it is big still rich little boy,” god bude Ida.

“Ya already bude,Wanda came home first yes, no Danu no exclamation,” while Wanda moved from her seat and say goodbye to Bude Ida.

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Anjani arrived at the store and prepared to run the task as a waiter there, then wanted to sweep the floor in shock with the presence of Danu, the shop's small boss. 

“Good morning Anjani,” greet the young boss.

“Eh,mas Danu, good morning mas, tumben come to the store? Which mother?” Anjani asked as she swept the floor.

“There at home,” replied Danu accordingly.

Actually Danu had long harbored feelings for Anjani, but he was afraid to express his heart, fearing rejection. Secretly Danu watched Anjani from the corner of the shop room, she really admired Anjani's personality so innocent, beautiful face, high posture as high as a world model, and the beauty of the world,added again with a robe shirt and a rectangular veil that is worn, adding elegance to the figure of Dewi Anjani.

Danu continues to admire the figure of Anjani, without realizing his mind drifted far, so Anjani became his wife and had children with him, building a household with Anjani, truly peerless happiness. Ah, let's say it can happen.

Danu sighed, "Anjani, do you have a boyfriend?" Ask Dan suddenly.

"Why did Danu suddenly ask like that?" Anjani asked back.

"Ah, no, a woman as beautiful as you must have had a boyfriend," replied Danu grinning.

"Whoever wants to be my girlfriend, is already ugly poor again" replied Anjani origin.

"Who said you were ugly? You are beautiful, Sholeha, you are also good" Danu said in a complimentary tone.

"Iihh mas Danu can, Danu itself must be a lot of girls who surround on campus, right?"

"Not really, hehehe" 

The two of them threw jokes at each other and did not escape also fighting each other.

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Already at 12 noon, Pak Tarno went from the rice fields to go to the gubug where he used to take shelter when going to the rice fields. 

He opened a rantang, a defender that his wife always prepared every time he wanted to go to the rice field. With sour vegetables and fried salted fish, do not miss the sambal terasi, greedily Pak Tarno ate up all that was left.

After eating he was about to take ablution water in the well near the rice field, and continue the dzuhur prayer in the gubug.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Herman's son, Shania came to him. "Eh neng Nia, tumben to the rice fields?" Ask Mr. Tarno a little surprised, because not usually Sania come to the rice fields, especially in the middle of the day, this scorching heat.

"Yes, sir, go to the rice field again," while his eyes are like looking for something.

"Neng Nia is looking for someone huh?" 

"Pak Tarno's eating?"

"It's been neng, just now,"

Sania was sitting on the edge of the hut, the wind was making her long hair swing up and down,Sania seemed to be waiting for someone, who was she waiting for.

Almost an hour Sania sat alone in the cave, Pak Tarno had also started his activities in the rice fields, the Sania was about to go home.

Mr. Tarno only saw from a distance, the Sanians walked through the paddy fields a little muddled, left the rice fields, eager to go home.

'Neng Nia is actually waiting for who huh?' Mumbled Pak Tarno in heart. And he continued his work, hugging the rice fields that will be planted in the pala wija.

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"Where are you from Nia? That dirt leg?" Tanya Siti-mother Sania, wife of Mr. Herman.

"Nia from the streets of ma'am, to the rice fields for a fresh breeze," Sania chirped as she glided to the water faucet in the corner of the house, to wash her dirty feet.

“Streeting to the rice fields, weird you”

“Nia want to see the scenery, keasrian kampung kita bu” Sania replied sewot.

“Yes already, after washing your feet please deliver this shirt to the house of son Malik, that shirt is ready, all of you ask for the cost of ya” 

Half-faced as young as Sania immediately agreed, usually he was a bit lazy when told his mother, but this time a little different because there was a relationship with Ustadz Malik.

Bu Siti is the most famous dress tailor in the village, he also makes clothes to be tucked in the shop owned by Ida's mother.

Arriving at Ustadz Malik's house, Sania gave her a koko dress that had been ordered by her.

“Pak ustadz, where to go,kok order new clothes everything?” Sania asked with her courage.

“Anu, later in the night want to visit brother” home replied ustadz Malik origin.

“Which brother sir ustadz?” Sania was still curious.

“Later you also know yourself” jawba ustadz Malik with a simple smile. 

Sania's heart trembled looking at the knotty smile that Malik ustadz developed, turns out in silence Sania put her heart towards his ustadz. He so wanted to be with Ustadz Malik, but what power,ustadz Malik only considered him limited to naji students and teachers.

“Ya already then mr. ustadz, I say goodbye to go home first,assalamualaikum” pamit Sania.

“Wa'alaikumsallam” reply ustadz Malik.

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      After returning from the store, Anjani rushed to take a shower and perform the ashar prayer, just finished praying, the door of the room was knocked by his mother. 

poke! poke! poke! 

“Anjani,, can mom come in?”

“Iya ma'am, just enter, what's the matter ma'am?" Anjani asked as she folded the face she was wearing just now.

Mirna's mother sat on the edge of the cot bed just below Anjani sitting, she stroked her daughter's hair with great love and affection. Anjani knows what her mother means, will definitely ask her matchmaking with ustadz Malik. Anjani just hugged her mother's knees and leaned her head there.

“Nak, I know this is hard for you, I also know you still want to be alone and spend your teenage time, but try to see Sarah's mother, she used to reject applications from people, too,not once but twice he refused, and what was the result? Until now he is still alone, both his parents are no longer there, do not know what will happen to him later if he has begun to age, with whom he will age?”

“But mother, Anjani is still not ready for the household, Anjani's age is also still not an adult” Anjani replied in accompanied by sobs and tears drenching her smooth cheeks. 

“My son, trust that God has sent a soul mate for you, even though you are only eighteen, I am sure son Malik can be a good priest” persuaded bu Mirna. 

“Have not cried again, later after praying isya' nak Malik will come here with his parents, both parents,to make sure the right time to propose to you” said Ms. Mirna as she moved from her seat and left Anjani alone in the room still covered in tears of sadness.

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