Timeline
Chapter 1

"I accept the marriage, Dianne Putri Analisa bint Agung Prasetya with the dowry, paid in cash."

The boisterous atmosphere immediately after the sentence was spoken from the lips of a man. Gratitude was spewed from the lips of those present to be witnesses of their marriage. No exception Anne, looks very happy radiance from the look of her face. A thin, sweet smile graced the heart that unceasingly expressed gratitude.

Cring.. Cring..

"Anne, wake! Morning's prayer! What time is it?" mommy yelled up Anne.

Anne rubbed the soft bed linen that felt cold on the skin. The mattress pulls it like a magnet that attracts iron. Anne had no power to open her eyes.

"Anne, wake! What time is it? The sun is about to rise, hunt for prayer!" Mom screamed again.

"Anne!" call Mom and pull the blanket and pat Anne on the thigh. "Your alarm sounds on. Wake up! He said you'd always pray for Dad, but the Fajr Salad was still being awakened by Mom."

With eyes still riyip-riyip, Anne sighed and said, "Yes, Mom. It's gonna wake up, too."

Anne took ablution water, then fulfilled her duty. After that, Anne got ready to go to school.

"Mom, Anne had breakfast at school. It's like this hour. Anne hasn't taken any trades yet. Anne's leaving right away, Mom."

"An, I told you, don't study too late at night. As a result gini right, Salat Dawn misfortune, then your next activity becomes chaotic," said Mother advised him.

"Anne learned it for Mom too. Anne wanted to retain the scholarship Anne had received."

"Mother is just saying, your efforts may take precedence, but never subordinate God. Worship number one, An."

"Yes, Mom. Anne will try to improve. Anne said yes, Mom. Pray that the knowledge Anne receives can be useful. Pray for the best-selling day trading too."

Anne kissed Mom's hand, then hugged her mother tightly. After that, he pedaled his bicycle. Coordinated wheel and chain turns carry it all the way to school. Before going to school, Anne had to pick up her wares first at a pastry shop not far from her school.

The school gate was almost closed, he had to increase his strength to pedal a bicycle to get to school quickly. Footsteps treading the ground. Anne ran while carrying two boxes of cookies and carrying her heavy black backpack. He's headed to his class.

Anne was greeted by her best friend, Ariana, who was sitting on her bench.

"So much to go, Sis?"

"Yes, I'm bad luck."

"Eh.. Uh.. Semalem, I dream. I married a really handsome guy" whispered Anne. "He's a rich man, but I don't know who he is. As I recall he was handsome, his face was Arabic-British-Indonesian, just fascinated," he continued.

"Keep, how many children do you have?"

"It hasn't got there yet the story. Mom woke me up after the wedding. In fact, I was happy."

"You want that dream to come true?" ask Ariana

"Well, Ri. It's good, living with handsome, established people, who wouldn't try?"

"Do you know how?"

Anne raised her eyebrows and nodded.

"Wake up! Don't keep dreaming. An, don't halu mulu, ah. Mending, accept what is before your eyes. Dion, he's handsome, right? Stars in this school. She has a crush on you, you should be grateful, An. I'm surprised you, you're rejecting him."

"Ah.. Tell me you are envious. Dion to you. I'm sincere. I don't need Dion. Ri, just so you know. Dion is dating, dating is not necessarily so. I think he is not serious about building relationships. I don't want it if I get hurt and my future gets bleak. If it's time, I'm sure, I'll meet my priest. Aw, so sweet.."

"Ih, that's disgust. Ah," said Ariana.

"You want cake?" anne asked a man sitting in front of class XII MIPA 6. The man did not answer a word. He continued to stare at the screen of the phone in his hand.

"Hellooo" said Anne, waving her hand in front of the man's face.

The man looked coldly at Anne's eyes without a word.

"Want cake? Donuts maybe?" ask Anne.

Finally the man responded. "How come?"

"Donate of two thousand, mudcake of one thousand five hundred, risol of three thousand, ...."

Not yet finished explaining the price of all his merchandise, the man immediately interrupted, "Donat 10."

"Okay. Twenty thousand, yes," said Anne, inserting the man's order into a medium-sized cardboard box. The man immediately gave fifty thousand rupiah.

"Will fit there? You're the first buyer, no change. Bring it first yes," Anne said as she handed him the piece of blue money.

"The return is for you."

"Don't dong. Return is also your right."

"I'm sincere. Take it," said the man with a cold look.

"Yes, if there's any change, I'll be here again" said Anne. "By the way, I just saw you at this school, but I seem to have seen you somewhere else. Mmm, where are you?"

"I'm new here. Just yesterday I moved to Jogja."

"Oh.. Move from where?"

"Hand."

Anne thrust her hand out, hinting to shake hands to get acquainted. "I'm Dianne, just call Anne. XII 1 MIPA."

The man did not return Anne's hand. "My name is Reyhan, MIPA 6."

"I'm sorry if I was too presumptuous to offer a handshake" Anne said.

"The veiled woman like you, is unworthy to be touched by a man who has no right to you because every woman is a jewel, a jewel of the world."

Anne left him. He continued trading before the bell rang. Suddenly, a group of students approached Anne who was offering merchandise.

"An, what school do you want to sell?" ask Erlin.

Erlin and his gang often riot at school. Their gang is fairly reckless if doing an action. The gang is a gathering of rich children with a treasure. Instead of being generous people, even not infrequently they oppress students who are not as level as them. They often uttered hurtful words.

"This school, not a place of trade. If you sell, pity the mothers who sell in the cafeteria and school cooperatives. Could compete. That means you're ruining the source of their sustenance."

"Rezeki is set. If you want to buy, please. Otherwise, it might be enough to shut up and get out of here. This school is not yours, so you have no right to forbid me from selling here."

"I'm not willing to buy unhygienic food like that" said Erlin, then went with his gang friends.

"Lin, be careful when you talk. Your tongue is sharp as a knife" cried Anne.