WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Awakened

What does happiness mean to you???.

To me happiness is being together, living with the one we love, living with the one who loves us, living without betrayal, and to me happiness is gratitude.

If there is no way to find the happiness you want? What are you going to do??.

Then I will live with gratitude.

If there was a choice to sacrifice, what would you sacrifice??.

I myself.

If there was a chance to turn your life back, what would you do??.

I'm not going to set foot in the same place, I'm not going to accept Faisal's love, it's the past I really want to repeat, and I want to change it.

The time written is so measured and long, the time that tells the story as if it never stops, in the middle of a barren and notched intersection, on the side of a barbed fence or without a shelter hut, but the time is up, but the time is up, smiling patiently, there he was telling the legend, and names began to be created, where wishful thinking was hope, where the path was fought, where lies were the ones that opened up, and the ones that opened up, and the limped self is that which is separated by time, by the heavens which bless.

I looked at the woman who was talking to me, she smiled gently at me, I returned her smile.

“You know Anjani?? There is one thing that is always dreamed by people who are sorry“.

“What is it?”

“Chance“

“But, I don't need a chance, I think my life is enough, I've done all my tasks, I'm tired“.

“Everyone wants Anjani's chance, but why don't you want to be given a chance??” tanyanya looks at me.

“Isn't everything done??” my many.

“Not Jan, everything's not done yet, come back".

“No, I don't want to go back, I want to be here" I replied.

“No, it's time for you to return, there are other lives that you have to fight“.

I looked down, my heart was so heavy, I didn't want a chance.

The woman smiled, then patted my shoulder, “Anjani, start your new life”

The woman began to walk, kept away from me, far .. far ... far .. until I could not see her.

I opened my eyes, I spread my eyes, digested what had happened, my esophagus was dry, I tried to get up, but my legs were sore and sore, not only my legs, but my body was crumbling, I turned my head to the side, there were some medicines that I didn't know myself, what medicine they were.

Tracks ... tracks .. tracks ...

I'm trying to hear a voice coming from outside this room, this room, where am I?? I spread my eyes, this house is like an ordinary stilt house, because the tiles are made of boards, I looked at the wall which is also made of wooden boards, there is a calligraphy with God, perched beautifully there.

“I am where?” I muttered, then trying to get up, I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it,

“Ah hard, is this locked from the inside huh?? Was I kidnapped? But why do I feel like there is nothing lacking with me??” I sat back on the bed, trying to remember everything that happened before this happened.

Kkkrrriiyeett ...

The sound of the door opening, I turned my head, looking a middle-aged woman, smiling towards me.

“You've realized son?” asked the Mother while sitting next to me, I saw the sincerity of the smile that Mother showed.

“Already mom, where am I??” I'm still in a daze.

“Accident?? Yes I had an accident, how long have I been unconscious??” I started to remember everything.

“One week, you deliberately treated us, because it happened to puskesmas to accommodate people who were in full accident, so you, we take care of our home, we, because it happens that our son who takes care of you is a mantri in the puskesmas“ explained the Mother made me understand and my fear was a little reduced.

“So yes mom? Then what happened?” manya curious.

“Well, you were in a coma for that one week, and your son took care of you here,“.

“Then what about the others??” manya curious.

“The other victims have been partially repatriated, some of the bodies are difficult to find, because shortly afterwards, the bus you were riding exploded“ explained the Mother, making me cringe, also afraid, he said, now I clearly understand what it's like to be on the brink of death.

“You should be grateful, son, because you and the baby you bear survived“ The Mother stroked my stomach.

“Iya, what?? I'm pregnant???” am I surprised, am I pregnant?? Since when?? Why else would I not realize it.

“Yes, my son said you were pregnant, but I don't know how many weeks, that's why you were treated intensively here“ explained the Mother.

Pregnant, does that mean I'm going to have a child, and Anwar is going to be a father?? Wait, Anwar is he looking for me?? Is he worried about me?? Ah ... I miss Mom, Dad, Beautiful, but Anwar?? My business with him is not done, there are things I have not done with him.

“Yes, said my son, your content is so weak boy, so you have to rest a lot“ Si Mother smiled gently at me.

I just fell silent, I couldn't express my own feelings, I didn't know what to say anymore.

“Nak, if you may know, what is your name??” asked the Mother, who I just realized we did not know each other, but she was so good, had been willing to take care of me all this time.

“Anjani, my name is Anjani bu“ I replied while shaking the hand of the Mother.

“Well, then son Anjani can call Mom, mother Retno, and husband Mother his name is Mr. Giman“ Bu Retno hold my hand tightly.

“Then Mother's son what's his name?” I was curious, to a puskesmas mantri who had helped me very sincerely.

“Mother's son is Randi“ replied Bu Retno with a proud smile.

“Randi??” I asked while remembering, I think I've heard that name.

“Iya“ replied Bu Retno assured.

“Mother's son is very good, has helped me, again thank you very much bu“ I hug Retno bu full of haru taste.

“Sama-sama nak Anjani, Randi is also very happy to help nak Anjani“ Bu Retno smile meaningfully.

“Later I can meet Randi's son mother right?” I stared at the woman in front of me expectantly.

“Of course, son Anjani will meet with Randi“.

“Mother, actually I am in which area??” I asked all of a sudden, only one thing I wanted, I wanted to go home, I really missed my family, but was also worried in my heart, what was my next attitude to Anwar??.

I'm pregnant with her child now, should I forgive her?? Or should I part with him???.

Yes Allah .. please help me ...

Seriate.....

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