The Story Of Goddess Anjani
CHAPTER 2

In a room with a size that is not too large is only enough for wooden cots and small cabinets where to store clothes.

Anjani sat on the edge of the bed right in front of the window, she set her eyes straight out the window that was still open, the rain was still coming down that night, the wind was wafting a little tautly stroking her ayu face.

He let out a long sigh, what will be decided tomorrow if Ustadz Malik really comes to his house.

Slowly he got up from his seat and prepared to lie down, trying to close his eyes that were not yet feeling sleepy. His mind drifted, his eyes agitated, thinking

his mother's words just now.

Slowly her beautiful eyes began to feel drowsiness and she fell asleep with a heart full of restlessness.

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Time showed at three o'clock in the morning, as usual, Anjani went from his sleep to perform the tahajud prayer, he opened the door of the room and headed to the well to take ablution water.

Just a few steps about to open the back door, he was shocked by the sound of his father from behind,

"Sir, where are you going?" Ask pak Tarno.

Instantly Anjani turned his head, "You take water ablution sir, you pray," Anjani replied.

"Mother Tumben is up?" Ask Anjani.

"Yes, the father had heard there was a street person's voice, no matter what sound, turns out you," replied Mr. Tarno while rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, I went to the well first, sir, you don't pray tahajud?"

"Yes, my father is also awake."

They both took ablution water together and Anjani went to the room to complain to the Khalik about the restlessness of his heart.

With her soft voice, she prayed fervently for forgiveness and peace of heart. With his hands he pleaded with Allah Azza Wajallah,

'O Allah, Rabbi... Servants come again Rabb, hope for Your mercy, hope for Your forgiveness... Wishing all Thy riddho, what should I do, O Allah? What decision should I make? O Allah, give your servant guidance. Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanah wafil endati hasanah wa qina adzaban nar, amiin,'

Finished praying he reached for the musaf beside him, with his heart beginning to calm down a little, Anjani read the verses of the Qur'an, while waiting for the morning Adhan to reverberate.

As usual, every morning after the morning prayers Anjani helped his mother in the kitchen to cook breakfast for all of them, Pak Tarno who was preparing to go to the fields owned by Mr. Herman.

Pak Tarno worked as a rice field worker and Anjani's mother worked as a washerman and sometimes received cake orders from neighbors in need.

Anjani himself since graduating from school he worked in a clothing store not far from his home.

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"Anjani, wait!!" Shouted Wanda from behind, when Anjani was about to go to work to the clothing store on foot, because the distance of the store is not too far from his home.

Anjani turned, "Wanda, where are you going?" Ask Anjani while stopping her steps.

"I want to go to Ida's bude house, coincidentally in the same direction as you, we go together yuk," said Wanda and Anjani just nodded slowly.

On the way, the two of them just kept quiet and Anjani finally opened the chat, "Wanda, you know Ustadz Malik?" Anjani asked her friend.

"Yes, you know, why?"

"I was confused Nda," Anjani said as she took a deep breath.

Wanda who was beside him stared curiously.

Anjani continued his sentence, "He said the same father yesterday, he said later that night will come home to propose to me,"

Wanda glared, stuck in shock,"What...??" While closing his mouth, Wanda was completely shocked.

"Yes Nda, how should I do this? I still want to be free and play with you, enjoy my full teenage years,"

anjani's voice turned into a raucous, confused look on his father's face.

"Wanda, do you even bengong anyway, do you dong solution?" Instantly Wanda scratched the head that might not itch.

"Anjani, I know it's hard for you to decide, but I only pray for the best for you,"

"Hmmm..." Anjani just took a long breath.

Wanda had reached her Buddhist home, and Anjani continued walking towards the shop where she worked.

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On the way to the store where she works, Anjani keeps daydreaming and thinking about what she should decide.

What is the best decision he has to make.

Today he went to work walking times because of the bicycle he used to wear, his mother used to deliver cakes ordered Shanti bu who happened to be his home a little far from Anjani's house.

It takes one mushroom if you walk to Shanti's house.

Because of the distance, Anjani decided to go to work on foot.

Ms. Mirna also left to deliver a cake order owned by Shanti's mother.

By using a bicycle only takes approximately twenty minutes to get there.

Ms. Shanti orders cakes for yasinan events later in the day, usually at Shanti's place, every Friday, after Dzuhur mothers hold a routine yasinan.

And today it was Shanti's house turn to hold a routine yasinan.

Finally, Miss Mirna arrived at Shanti's house, with warm welcome by the owner of the House.

"Assalamualaikum, Shanti's mother,"

It just so happens that Shanti's mom is on the porch. Having a simple house, representing its owner is also simple.

"Waalaikumsalam, ma'am Mirna, come in here" Shanti replied while helping Mirna's overstretched mother bring her ordered cakes.

"Tumben in between yourself, where's Anjani going?" Ask Shanti ma'am.

"Farm the work of ma'am" replied Ms. Mirna.

"Here, sit down first, I'll get the money first, ma'am," Shanti's mom came in to get the one to pay for the cake she ordered.

Soon he came out with a glass of warm tea to be served to Miss Mirna and some snacks.

"This is the money, and this I made yeh, drink first," while giving money and serving Shanti's mother's drink to Mirna.

"Well, just bother this Shanti ma'am, I'm so bad" replied Mirna sung.

"No papa ma'am, please don't hesitate, I consider Miss Mirna to be like a brother,"

"Thank you Shanti ma'am for her generosity," did not feel the tears of Mirna's mother, because only this time there are people who want to appreciate her.

During this time, he was always looked down on by the people around his house.

Only a few would appreciate it. Understandably, the Mirna family is indeed a family whose economy is spelled out under the people around.

So they consider Miss Mirna not worth appreciating.

Is not Mirna also a creature of God? Who should love and appreciate each other?

While Allah SWT never distinguishes, all of His creations need to be appreciated and cared for.

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