Best Friend... My in-laws??

1. Annisa

I am the third daughter of an ordinary family, still having one sister. Educated with more than enough parental affection and good religious education from childhood.

Now I'm not just a child, I'm a 33-year-old woman, also has grown into a mother of a son and a daughter who can always make me smile and is able to risk my life for them.

At this time I have been abandoned by my beloved husband for 4 years due to an accident.

And. I must be able to live independently for myself, for my daughter's son and thankfulness to be able to do good and help others.

" astaghfirullahh..why this machine tasaappp..ya Lord.."

Annisa took a deep breath trying to remain calm.

This afternoon trip was to meet his best friend at once for business.

Yep..Annisa has several small businesses to support the needs of her family life.Slowly and consistently she always strives so that her business can run stably.

Ever since her office-employee husband left her, she used some of her husband's funeral and death insurance money to buy a high-rise shophouse and start a business she had designed when her husband was alive. The shophouse is his daily workplace and has had several employees, besides that he also has an online business that sells knickknacks to decorate the room of the house to make it look more attractive.

"first look for the workshop, second phone mbak Iren, third look for a taxi, bissmillah." said Annisa while opening her car door to find the location of the nearest workshop.

" awhhh.engga there is a deket workshop here, call the online workshop gmn way.ak blum ever" he entered again into the car while brain or hapenya.

"mmm..phone mbak Iren first.. "

" Assalamu'alaikum mbak Iren, mbak iren has been localized.sorry yes mbak I kanya late nih, mbak Iren do not be angry yes.ya mbak..pliss"

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" helloo.haloo mbak Iren..hello"

just a little laughing from across the phone..

"wa'alaikumsalam Nissa....have you said that?"

"emmm...heheee..mbak Iren..ini lho mbak I'm a bit late because sihero again crab in the street" explained Annisa to Iren.

Hero is the name of the old car Annisa who is considered to have accompanied Annisa struggling down the streets when the rain or hot sun stings.

The 1995 Great Corolla black sedan still looks shiny and well-maintained slick arriving exhausted and broke down on the road.

"I want to nyampe in our place of agreement, so I'm lazy ahh if I have to pick you up, want to drink a milkshake immediately" Iren answered to Annisa.

" No mbak if asking for a pick up, I mean calling mbak Iren plus his patience to meet me, because ni I have not found the workshop let alone towing services, so mbak Iren syantiikk.."

" hehehe.iya yes patiently if mo meet the busy mother of this one.I call my subscription workshop yes, you shareloc aja nti let his car be transported ma the workshop person"

" aseekkkk..."

" yes mbak Iren, I do se ge ra hehehe" with a smile each of them hung up the phone.

In a beautiful garden cafe Iren has sat sweetly with a glass of her favorite strawberry milkshake.

While playing a smartphone in his hand he opened Instagram and saw a collection of photos uploaded by Annisa, a young, beautiful, passionate friend of 45, rarely looks sad, always give positive feedback and feedback and most importantly a friend he always admired.

@nisa_interior is one of Annisa's instagram id, where interior design efforts are tried to be offered Annisa. From selling knick knacks to decorate the house he also serves room arrangement consulting services. As far as Iren, his best friend had indeed completed his only strata education in interior design, although Blum had worked formally at the office because he was married soon after graduation.

No matter how small Iren's needs are thought to be met by Annisa's efforts, surely he will contact and ask for special services to his best friend. Because Annisa is difficult to be invited out if you just meet for the road or just hang out in

the cafe. If you chat at most cafe Annisa invite him in shop upstairs, there cafe business Annisa operates with visitors who are mostly customers that it's all. The right way is the message of something must be delivered with pleasure by Annisa then Iren will try to buy time Annisa in order to linger with her best friend.

about 25 minutes later, Annisa came with two boxes of cardboard that looked heavy with both hands.

"Assalamu'alaikum mbak Iren.." with a smile while breathing Annisa greet Iren and then put down his luggage and sit across the table from Iren"

"Wa'alaikumsalam Annisa..capek yes.." iren teased his pal.

"pesenin broth and orange juice donk, let me eat breath dl" said Annisa

Laughing at Annisa's behavior, Irenpun called the waiter to order their favorite orange juice and french fries while chatting.

Not long after they talked, Iren said..

"Nisa, anterin me to yuk..."

"Well?" answer Annisa

"Mo pick up the son just my way, he said you don't believe I have a grown child??" while laughing Iren tried to continue to persuade Annisa to continue to be able to chat with Annisa.

"Part of yes there is no way de Nis if sihero is healthy, I used to call ya sir workshop.."

Annisa is just as comfortable as a smile while spending french fries that live some seeds on herd.

He had memorized the nature of the Iren who could not be defeated if he was sulking.

A moment later the two friends had already driven on Iren's car to A Yani airport.

" Nisa thanks ya.ku it if again this city feels very lonely if you do not meet with you, know yourself cucoook very much ma I it ya just you.." the smile of Iren's happiness that managed to delay Annisa's return.

" heheheee.iya mbak Iren...I also know that Iren's mother to Semarang I will often be a prisoner of your faithful hahahaha..." Annisa laughed and followed Iren who giggled justifying Annisa's speech

Thirty minutes passed they had parked the car and rushed to the arrival of passengers.

Not yet to the intended place already looked a handsome young man, very handsome even. He stood in front of the store bakery'O, in his hands already carrying some bread whose aroma tempted anyone who passed by in the area.

The first meeting, a meeting that was not planned and did not in the least bring any hunch this became the beginning of the tragedy in Annisa's life.