WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Meeting part 1

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The sound of the vibration of my cell phone ripped my daydream. I reached for a phone not too far from where I was sitting. I knit both my eyebrows. New number, guess who??? Instead of picking it up, I looked at my phone. Not long after that the call ended on its own. I checked the number, I didn't know it at all. Ah, yes, let it go, I put my phone back, and continued my daydreaming, accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate this afternoon, while staring softly at the cloudy afternoon sky.

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The call from the same number came back, ah, who called me?? I tried to pick it up and put the phone to my ear.

“Hallo?? Assalamu’alaikum?” my broom.

“Wa’alaikumsalam“ replied a woman across there, her voice sounding very soft but firm.

“Iya, with whom?” many doubt.

“This is Anjani right?” the one asked was behind her.

“Iya, right“ I replied confused.

“Anjani, this is Anita, Anwar“'s mother I'm the woman who makes me a little surprised, Anwar's mother?? Why'd he call me?? How does he know my phone number??.

“Oh, yes mom?? Why did you call Jani?? Can anyone help mom??” just polite.

“Iya, I called you want to ask for your help Jan, can we meet??” asked Anita, with a voice that was still very soft, but did not reduce her assertiveness.

“Oh, yes can I, where do you want to meet?? And when?” I asked, I honestly still doubt. Why did Anwar's mother ask me to meet?.

“Tomorrow at noon, at caffe Miss, later I send the location“.

“Good Mother, tomorrow Jani will come“ I replied resigned.

“I wait ya Jan, Assalamu’alaikum“ pampitnya later.

“Good Mom, wa’alaikumsalam“ I hung up the phone, I took a deep breath, ah, what else is this?? Why is my heart so bad?.

“Anjani right?” asked a middle-aged woman, I was sure her age would not be far from Mother, when I first looked at her one word that crossed my mind, ‘cantik’, her appearance was very fashionable, too, with clothes and bags branded typical of the rich.

“Iya, right, this is Anita's mother right??” many doubt.

“Iya right, finally we can meet Anjani“ Mother Anita suddenly embraces me, as if I was her long lost son.

“Eh, yes Ibu“ answered me, not expecting the reaction of Anwar's mother.

“I'm sorry, I'm late because there's something I have to take care of and I can't leave“ Mother Anita then sits herself in the chair in front of me.

“Iya, it's okay Mom, Please drink first“ haggard me.

“Ah yes“ replied Bu Anita while drinking the drink that I had previously ordered.

“Anjani, can I talk now??” tanya bu Anita after a bit of trite talk, he started seriously on the main topic.

“Bo may Mother, please, what's up ma'am??” I was kind of excited.

“First of all, I say thank you very much Jan“ Bu Anita started the discussion.

“Thanks for what bu?” many wonder.

“Thank you for motivating Anwar, so he tried to heal“ said Bu Anita who makes me wonder about Anwar's disease, why do they always say about healing?.

“Anwar hurts what bu?” I finally got the courage to ask.

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