The Story Of Goddess Anjani
CHAPTER 8 POV Anjani

After the dawn prayer, I grabbed the musaf next to me, I read slowly, hoping to calm my heart.

I don't know because suddenly my tears fell soaked the musaf in my hand.

Remember the words of the mother, do not refuse a man if there is someone who wants to propose.

I closed my musaf, I read it.

'O Allah, if this is my destiny, I will live it sincerely, if it is the best for the servant, strengthen this heart O Allah, the servant of God, living all the destiny You will,I'm sure there will be rainbows after the storm.'

I hold the musaf in my chest, the tears continue to flow profusely like river water, I can't hold it anymore.

Later that night, after praying Isya', I will be proposed by a young man I never loved.

How do I live my life in the future? With someone who is still a stranger to me.

I prostrated again and my hands were still clutching tightly to the traveler who had been soaked by my tears.

I'm not energetic, but I shouldn't look sad in front of my parents.

I got up, I wiped my eyes, I put down my musaf and I folded my face.

I grabbed the towel behind the door, intended to take a morning shower, hoping the morning water could clear my heart and mind.

I glanced towards the kitchen, my mother had started to move in the kitchen, as soon as I headed to the bathroom and rushed to take a shower.

"Anjani, is the new tumben going to take a shower?" Ask my mother without looking at me.

"Yes ma'am, it was a bit bad luck waking up, so immediately pray, not shower," I replied carelessly.

After the bath, as usual I helped mom prepare breakfast for the family.

"What are you cooking today?"

"Mother wants to cook vegetable lodeh, similarly fried salted fish," replied my mother as she kneaded the seasoning.

"Waahh, that's my favorite dish ma'am," I suddenly hugged my mother from behind.

"Why you?"

"Mother, later if Anjani is married, will she still be able to eat mother's cooking?" While I asked and still hugged tightly my mother's body that had begun to be fragile.

My mother turned around and looked me in the face, "Anjani, even though you're married, the door of the mother's house is still wide open for you to come home my son,"

Mom stroked my cheek that was wet with tears. And I hugged my mother even more.

"Have not cried again, let's help mom cook, after cooking we will make a cake to serve to your future husband and your future father-in-law later that night," persuaded my mother. And I just nodded.

“Oya, Anjani later when you have finished cooking, you follow the father to the rice field yes, have the father take some cassava to cook for later in the night,”

“Good ma'am,” I replied a little limp.

The cuisine was all ripe, it was time for the father and also Vania to have breakfast, because they were both the ones who left the house the morning after. If I go to the store a little afternoon and mom will also go to the neighbor's house to petrify there if needed.

“Bapak,Vania, breakfast first,” call my mother from the kitchen, together with the father who is from the back of the house, followed Vania out of the room and is ready to go to school.

“What cooking is today bu?” Ask the father while sitting in the middle room with a mat.

“Sayur lodeh same fried salted fish sir,” I said.

“Bapak later do not have to bring supplies, let later in between Anjani, all of you take some cassava to cook for later in the night,” and my father just nodded because he was busy chewing his food.

“Vania, eat a lot to be full,” said my mother.

“Vania is full bu,Vania left school first yes sir, mom,” she said while kissing the back of our hands all.

“Assalamualaikum,” part.

“Waalaikumsallam,” answered the three of us almost simultaneously.

“Bapak also to the rice field first yes bu,mumpung still morning,”

Mother is also preparing provisions for the father that I will bring later there.

“Mother, what else will Anjani take in the rice fields later?” I asked my mother while washing the dirty dishes.

“All father take a few cassava, you want to leave now what will it be?” Ask my mother who is still busy filling the bushel for my father.

“Now alone ma'am, let later can help mom make a cake.” I replied.

“Ya already, this is the provision for your father, do not forget to bring ya,” said my mother while thrusting a bushel containing food for the father.

Arriving at the rice field, I did not expect to meet Mas Malik there, he looked wrong and I was ordinary. Because there is no special feeling in my heart.

I walk towards the usual gubug that you take a break. I tried to sit there for a while, and I looked at my father who was puffed up in the middle of the rice field. I looked at him with pity, father's love, heat and sweat baths every day just to support us, not to feel my tears.

From a distance I saw my father waving his hand at me, and I replied with a smile. I got up from my seat and I intended to approach the father who was taking cassava.

“Mr, said mother not to much,” as I approached the father. The weather was a little cloudy. Along with the breeze makes me feel at home in the rice field.

“Anjani, did you tumben to the rice fields?” Sapa mas Malik who is in the rice field next to the father's.

“Mas Malik,iya mas, this is in order to take cassava,” answered me and I still bow my head every time I meet her. I don't know what this feeling in my heart is for him. I don't have any feelings for him, nor do I hate him. I just don't want to look at his face.

He is a good young man, friendly to anyone and helpful and one more thing, he loves to give alms,all the residents were very fond of him and he became a prima donna for the mothers in my village including my mother.

I have always respected him as my teacher and nothing more.

Mas Malik seemed to steal a glance at me but I was just sick.

Every now and then a little breeze fluttered my hijab, I ignored, I squatted right next to my father while picking up the young cassava leaves from the tree that you had removed.

You are still busy cleaning the cassava, separating it from the ground.

Long story short I brought cassava and a little young leaves to the house.

"Father, for lunch, Anjani put it in the jar" said I as I stood up from my squat. A moment of crouching makes my legs tingle.

I'm a little dazed because I'm a little dizzy.

"Are you okay, son?" Ask my father while holding my hand.

"Anjani is tingling and a little dizzy sir," I replied while holding my own forehead.

I faintly saw Malik approaching us. I don't know what he wants.

"Sir Tarno, why Anjani?" Ask Malik to my father.

"He was a little dizzy, so squatting over time," replied the father.

"Taken to the club, sir, let a short rest there," advised mas Malik and the father immediately memapahku towards the club.

Mas Malik followed us from behind while bringing the cassava you just took.

"You look pale, nduk,"

"Is it right sir?"

"Yes, are you sick?"

"Anjani is fine sir."

"You rest here for a while, and then when you've gone, you go home, huh?" Ask my father and I nod in agreement.

"Why are you An, your face is so pale?" Ask Mas Malik while putting cassava next to the hut.

"No papa mas, maybe my low blood relapses,"

He was still next to me and poured warm water for me. He put out the glass and I drank it all out.

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