Girl For President

Suitable Position

Various compliments came from the mouth of Citra who saw her step-granddaughter calmly doing schoolwork like she used to when Lara was alive. These few days he had indeed stayed at Evangeline's house because he wanted to calm down. Abhimanyu's children make his head almost break every day.

But when he saw this regularity he thought his decision to include Anjani as a mentor was right. All of his family's problems were well resolved.

"Anjani is indeed a great woman, she is a good mother-to-be for your children" Citra said when they were in Abhimanyu's room. She was indeed a stepmother to Abhimanyu but this grief and family troubles were also on his mind. If the house is not calm, he will go.

In his old age he wanted to live quietly at home. Doing care, arisan, and vacationing with his friends out of the country. That was his dream.

Abhimanyu looked at his stepmother. "I mean Mom?"

"Marry again so that the children are there to take care of and you can work quietly" said Citra sage. "So my allowance increases because of your efforts to advance." Inner Citra.

The image then came out after saying what he was thinking. Abhimanyu himself began to contemplate everything while staring out of the room.

His gaze turned to the figure who was walking towards the garden of his house. The woman sat down and began to ponder.

While Anjani felt unable to sleep tonight. He chose to get out of his room and take a walk around the garden of the house. Thinking everything.

Should he ditch his dream of finishing college this year? But where did he get that kind of money?

Anjani sits limply in the garden chair. Look at the timid stars and hide behind the clouds. The moon itself was staring at him from the sky, maybe he was just as lonely as he was.

When Abhimanyu was teaching his children, Anjani remembered his father who always taught him and the Eagle patiently. Dad always encouraged them not to give up when studying.

"Dad, I miss you" Anjani said, looking down and crying. Abhimanyu who walked towards him then stopped his steps looking towards Anjani. Ask in the heart what causes the woman who always looks strong and strong to shed her tears. What problems hit his brain so he could look frustrated to go to the rooftop at that time?

"Anja?'' greet Abhimanyu. Anjani was shocked when a hand touched her shoulder. He immediately wiped his dripping tears.

"May I sit with you?" ask Abhimanyu.

Anjani nodded her head. Abhimanyu sat down next to Anjani.

"A clear night" said Abhimanyu.

"Yes" Anjani replied limply.

"You crying?" asked Abhimanyu while wiping a drop of water in the corner of Anjani's eyes made the woman surprised.

"I just miss Dad. Seeing the togetherness of you and the children made me think of him." Anjani smiled stiffly.

"If you miss, why not visit him" asked Abhimanyu. Anjani looked at him for a moment then sighed.

"If it were that easy" Anjani murmured.

"What?"

"No, maybe I'll visit him for the weekend" Anjani replied.

"Is your family home far from here?"

"No, our house is a little to the edge of this city" Anjani explained.

"I thought you were crying for your girlfriend?"

Anjani chuckles. Makes Abhimanyu stunned.

"This father is all there is" Anjani replied.

"If you can not call you if being together sounds awkward, just call your name," said Abhimanyu.

Anjani tilted her body and faced Abhimanyu.

"Mas Abi sounds better" Abhimanyu suggested.

"Mas Abi" Anjani repeated.

"Yes." Yeah." Abhimanyu scratched his non-itchy nose. "Sometimes I need friends to talk to but no one wants to be my friend. Um there's Anggun and Rudi. It's just that they're busy too, sometimes we just meet and gather every month."

"If you don't mind I want to ask you to be my friend" Abhimanyu said.

"Friends, okay, although it sounds funny, the father is almost the same age as my father just older my father a few years," said Anjani.

Abhimanyu was less likely to say Anjani. After all their lifespan was very far, it was impossible for him to get close to Anjani.

"If we are friends, we should know each other. The first time we met it was so bad that to date we have not been well acquainted. Will Mr eh Mas Abi get to know me and start all over?" Anjani stretched out her hand.

Abhimanyu returned Anjani's hand. "Abimanyu Wijaya Kusuma, handsome widower with three children."

Abhimanyu's words made Anjani roll her eyes lazily.

"Anjani, a final semester student majoring in kindergarten teacher education," Anjani replies smiling sweetly. They then released the hand link. Anjani held the edge of the chair and Abhimanyu sat firmly with one leg raised to the top of the other leg, his hands held together over the thigh. The perfect position.

"If you're still in college why don't I ever see you go to college."

"That, I, quit for a semester this," Anjani said.

"Why?" ask Abhimanyu.

"I want to work first while looking for materials for the preparation of the thesis," Anjani said without looking at Abhimanyu.

"Just because of that?" Abhimanyu who used to meet a lot of people knew about how to read body gestures and people's expressions. Anjani.

"I don't think everything I feel can be shared with others" he said.

"All right, I understand. I won't force you you have the right to answer no" Abhimanyu said.

They then fell silent for a moment, feeling the breeze of the wind that began to coldly piercing the bones.

"Sir, uh Mas Abi, if I may know, what caused your wife to die?" the word Anjani is still stiff to say like a friend.

"Not be that awkward, just consider me your best friend" Abhimanyu said. "He died of the pain he suffered for a month."

"At first he had just a normal fever and then suddenly his nerves started to feel weak and paralyzed and then died" Abhimanyu said.

"That's because of what disease?" ask Anjani curiously.

"According to the doctor it was most likely because of his young son but why did it end his life, I don't know?"

"You must have been devastated and lost?"

"Very but it's a long time gone and I have to rise for the sake of my three children" Abhimanyu said.

Anjani nodded her head. "Yes, they seem to still feel devastated by the death of their mother. Maybe they need a replacement who can fill their mother's position. Although not the same just a little treat their longing."

"You know finding a woman who can love me is easy but finding a woman who can love my son like her own son is difficult" Abhimanyu said.

"You're right, it's going to be hard to find. If you find it, you can't just let it go. You have to fight to get it" Anjani said.

Abhimanyu smiled at Anjani. "You're really hard to find, so if I find her I'll try to make her a mother to my children and my wife."

"The head of the household seems to be suitable for that position, Mas Abi," Anjani said.