LOVE STRATA 1

CS1 In The Rain

Early in the morning, the rain poured down the earth. In fact, last night there was no cloud hanging in the sky there. The next morning, the rain was already raining. The weather is unpredictable. However, bright weather or rain should still be grateful.

Azan dawn reverberating. Anjani who just finished the bath also felt cold. While the rain out there is still heavy, without any sign it will subside even for a moment. However, the intention to fulfill the fardu dawn is not at all unshakable.

"Alhamdulillaah," said Anjani after offering a prayer.

Anjani folded his mukena and his alphabet. The navy color instant hijab was chosen to be worn by him. Afterwards Anjani reflected for a while, seeing one red pimple in the middle of the forehead. Anjani already looks like a female lead in an Indian movie only.

"Aw!" Anjani touched her pimple, and it still hurt.

Soon Anjani took a new acne cream he bought last night. Apply the cream on the part of acne that is large and still red. Pretty, the cold from the cream spread slightly fading the pain.

Anjani's feet then carried her to the bedroom window. Anjani opened her bedroom window slightly to peek at the rain fluttering outside. Seen the rain that still flushed with the swift.

"May the rain bring blessings." Anjani praying.

The cold rain outside entered through the window of the room Anjani opened. It felt so cold that Anjani rubbed her palms together to create a warm feeling. However, the warmth lasts only for a moment and only in the palm of the hand. While Anjani's body still felt cold.

The kitchen is the next destination. Anjani boiled water in a teapot. While waiting for the water to boil, Anjani poured sugar and tea into a cup. A cup of tea is brewed to warm the body.

There was a sound of steps approaching the kitchen. Anjani knows who's coming, it must be Uncle Sam. Anjani immediately made Uncle Sam a cup of coffee.

"Crains your time. No coffee has been made yet" said Uncle Sam as he headed for the frying pan.

"Hehe. If you do not want coffee for Anjani only," said Anjani.

"Eh, how could that be. I must've drank. Now, please get the wheat in the blue container!" uncle Sam's orders.

Anjani stepped towards the container that Uncle Sam meant. A packet of wheat was immediately picked up and taken towards Uncle Sam.

"What do you want to do, Uncle?" ask Anjani.

"Fried banana" replied Uncle Sam.

"Let Anjani do it. Uncle will have to open a shop," said Anjani.

Anjani's right. After brewing his morning coffee, Uncle Sam will usually prepare to open his stall. While Anjani who will take care of the kitchen and cleanliness of the house.

"Outside the rain is still heavy. Who wants to go to the shop. Later just open the stall waiting a bit subsided," said Uncle Sam.

"Heeem, but what if for example there are neighbors who want to make fried foods and need flour. Keep waiting for him still to buy at the shop. The way to the stall, uh the stall is closed. While the fried food will be eaten with his family. Enjoy the time together while waiting for the rain to stop. What if there's something like that?" ask Anjani at the end of the explanation.

At first Anjani only joked in a way to guess, making a thought that the possibility out there is something like that. However, Uncle Sam took it seriously. Miraculous.

"Well, I can't bear it if there's anything like that. All right, I'll open the stall in a minute. You take care of the fried banana, "said Uncle Sam in the end.

Anjani smiles. Although his uncle was a former thug, but his heart is now a 'great'.

Uncle Sam's headed for his coffee. Drink it immediately before it gets cold. While Anjani began concocting flour dough for fried banana peel.

"Anjani, can your uncle tell you something?" ask Uncle Sam suddenly.

"Can. What's up, Uncle?" Anjani.

Uncle Sam took the time to sip his coffee once again. A moment later, his face changed, as if something was being thought of.

Anjani noticed the change in Uncle Sam's facial expression while still stirring the flour dough. However, Anjani decided to just wait and not rush to ask questions.

"Look. In the market there, in the place of subscription there is a young widow with one child. Em, keep ...." Uncle Sam's words stopped.

Uncle Sam looked puzzled to continue his words. However, Anjani was already able to catch what Uncle Sam meant. Instantly Anjani stepped closer, and sat directly across from Uncle Sam while carrying a container filled with dough.

"Young widow son one. Keep uncle in love. My uncle wants to marry him. He was willing and willing to marry his uncle. This morning the uncle asked for Anjani's approval. Continue ...." Now it's Anjani's words that stop because of Uncle Sam's laughter.

Anjani said quickly and precisely. Uncle Sam chuckled at hearing that.

"This is if you have a smart pounding is not kelulungan," said Uncle Sam.

"Eh, but really, right?" ask Anjani.

Uncle Sam gave his thumb.

"So, can your uncle get married again?" ask Uncle Sam once again to confirm Anjani's approval.

"May," Anjani replied with a smile.

"Alhamdulillaahafemore. Then your uncle can be relieved to open a shop today," said Uncle Sam.

"Eh, don't forget to call Ma too!" exclaimed Anjani half-screamed because Uncle Sam had started to step towards the front of the house.

"Well!" uncle Sam shouted as well.

Anjani smiles. Anjani's heart was delighted to hear Uncle Sam's confession. Anjani realizes that she cannot stay at Uncle Sam's house forever. One day, if Anjani gets married, she will definitely go with her husband. When that day came, Anjani was no longer worried because there was a figure accompanying Uncle Sam at home. Anjani was so grateful that morning to hear the good news from Uncle Sam.

Speaking of good news, what exactly is good news that Mario means? inner Anjani.

***

At 06:00 in the morning. Rain still falls on the earth. It had subsided for about ten minutes, but soon back rushing again.

Anjani has finished doing all the morning routines. The house was washed clean. Dirty breakfast dishes have also been washed. Miko in the cage has also been fed and given clean drinking water. In fact, Anjani had helped Uncle Sam also serve shoppers who still shop in the midst of the pouring rain.

Anjani is in college, but it's still 9. Incidentally there are also only assignments collected online and limited time, because the lecturer can have tasks outside the city that day. As a result, Anjani just relaxed despite the heavy rain, because that day was not in a hurry to leave.

Anjani sits on the front porch of the house, while Uncle Sam is in his stall. Anjani checks one by one the incoming chat on his smartphone after being ignored since last night.

Of the many chats, Anjani is more interested in reading messages in group chat 'ciwi-ciwi learn njai'. The group consists of four beautiful Muslim women who are both learning to teach, namely Anjani, Meli, Berlian, and Alenna.

The discussion in group chat is different than usual. If usually they will discuss about the schedule of teaching with ustaza Nuri, then the last night discussed is Vina. Only Meli, Berlian, and Alenna chatted last night, while Anjani did not follow because she slept early.

That morning Anjani was so shocked that she read the repeated chat in the group. After rereading, Anjani was sure that what he meant was the Vina he knew.

"Vina?" muttered Anjani with a soft tone.

Anjani took a moment to take her eyes off the smartphone. Anjani's eyes were fixed on the heavy rain that was still fluttering. It was as if there was a shadow of Vina's face being cynical expression in the rain in front of her. Yes, Anjani was imagined because the incident in the parking lot at that time still stuck in his mind.

"Astaghfirullah," said Anjani who suddenly realized.

Anjani patted her cheeks, then blinked her eyes quickly. Along with that is also interspersed with the istighfar readings that are spoken.

"I can't be so prejudiced. Every human heart can change, including Vina." Anjani again spoke softly, and only he was able to hear it.

Convinced by his heart, soon Anjani sent a reply chat in the group chat 'ciwi-ciwi learn najai'. Anjani agrees if Vina joins the group with ustaza Nuri. As soon as the message was sent, Meli called Anjani.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Anjani greeted after clicking on the call selection.

"Eh?" Anjani was astonished that the voice call had suddenly been cut off.

Anjani tries to contact Meli again. The call was received, but no one's voice was heard. A few seconds later, the voice call was cut off.

"That's tumben. What's up, huh?" Anjani.

Anjani waited for a few minutes, and tried to contact Meli again. However, Meli's number is inactive.

Unusual Meli weird like that morning. Anjani also became a little worried about Meli. So, Anjani decided to go to Meli's house when the rain had subsided later.

"Okay, I'll go to Meli's house later." Anjani said steadily this time.

Afterwards Anjani was about to go into the house, intending to go to his room. However, Anjani's smartphone suddenly shook. Anjani quickly saw who sent him the message. Wish it was Meli, but it wasn't.

"Mario?" anjani said a little surprised.

Anjani quickly read a message from Mario. Apparently Mario told Anjani about Vina who would join his teaching group. Mario even told Anjani that Vina was willing and enthusiastic about one group with Anjani.

"Ep? Vina's enthusiastic bunch of the same me?" Anjani was astonished while reading that part.

In the message also Mario hopes that Anjani can accept Vina to be part of his group. Mario also hopes that Anjani is not too careful about the incident in the parking lot the other day.

Anjani smiles, as Mario contacts her in person despite a short message. Anjani immediately replied to the message from Mario with a carefree heart.

Alhamdulillaah more and more emigrated. God willing me and Vina will be best friends. Reply to a message from Anjani.

"MasyaaAllah, somehow this heart feels more relieved now. Alhamdulillaah," said Anjani.

***

At 07:30 the rain was down. Anjani's heart was happy. Soon Anjani headed to the room and changed clothes. Casual style combined with an instant lavender hijab that matches the color of the game, Anjani is chosen to wear. After changing clothes, Anjani headed to the front porch to say goodbye to Uncle Sam. Yes, Anjani pamit was about to go to Meli's house.

"Bring coat!" uncle Sam exclaimed from inside his stall. "Eh, don't forget to take care of your uncle, yeah!" coined.

"Washtack. Depart first. Assalamu'alaikum!" pamit Anjani's.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Uncle Sam answered Anjani's greeting.

Anjani leaves on Uncle Sam's motorcycle. As usual, Anjani drives at moderate speed. Anjani really does not like speedy, especially the paved road is still wet with rain water.

Before that Anjani stopped by a sweet martabak seller. Anjani will take her to Meli's house to eat together. As Anjani waited for her order so, a message came in and it was a message from Meli.

"Alhamdulillaahafemore. Kirain why? Thank goodness it was just running out of battery" Anjani said after reading a message from Meli.

Soon Anjani replies to a message from Meli. Anjani also tells Meli that she is on her way to her house.

Anjani again drove the bike, while carrying a sweet martabak to Meli's house. Suddenly, the rain drops came back. At first it was just a speck, but over time the presence of the more swift. Soon Anjani pulled over his bike on the terrace of a store that was closing.

"May the rain bring blessings" Anjani prayed again.

Anjani took off her helmet and wiped the wet part. As soon as it was done wiping, there was someone else who pulled the bike over in the same place. The difference is, that guy is already soaked.

Anjani noticed the newly arrived figure. In her appearance, she is a Muslim. As soon as the helmet was opened, Anjani knew him.

"Back Bida?" said Anjani while looking at the beautiful Muslim woman in front of him.

A beautiful Muslim woman named Bidadari, who is currently standing in front of Anjani. A sweet smile quickly fell for Anjani accompanied by greetings from him.

"Assalamu'alaikum," greeting Mbak Bida to Anjani.

Anjani was still stunned because she could not believe that in front of her was a beautiful figure who had been harassing her curiosity. Through rain intermediaries, Anjani and Mbak Bida can be reunited.

"Anjani, assalamu'alaikum." Bida said his greetings again, because the first greeting had not been answered by Anjani.

"Eh, yes. Wa'alaikumsalam." Anjani also answered the greetings from Bidadari.

Anjani was a little clumsy at the time. Anjani is confused what to say. The figure who for days so wanted to know its origin, was now in front of him. Anjani has a good chance to know something about him.

He saw a beautiful Muslim woman named Bidadari. He looked cold because his body was drenched in the rain.

"Mbak Bida there's another talk show?" ask Anjani.

"Oh no. I just arrived in this city, later in the afternoon there is a kangen meeting with gang friends in college first. Hehe," replied Mbak Bida with soft words as usual.

"In the meantime, if it's a bit off with me, yes Ma'am. We stopped by my friend's house first, Ms. Bida can change her dry clothes there." Anjani offers, and the one in question is at Meli's house.

"Em, how is it. I'm not feeling good, so it's a hassle. But it is not possible to also wear a gini wet shirt" said Mbak Bida.

"Oh, it's okay. Come along, huh Mommy?" take Anjani once again.

"alright. Barakallah, Anjani." Ma'am Bida again showed her sweet smile.

Anjani smiles happily because Mbak Bida wants to.

"Em, it's raining so hard, huh?" ask Anjani.

"Yes. I left from a sunny house. The time to get to the border of the city began to drizzle and torrential." Bida responded well.

Anjani noticed Mbak Bida rubbing her palms. It looks like Bida's cold. However, Anjani had nothing to use to warm up. Only prayers that Anjani said in his heart so that the rain stopped quickly, and Mbak Bida can be invited to Meli's house.

"Em, Ms. Bida means meeting her friends is still noon, huh?" Anjani no more chatter, so asked again.

Mbak Bida suddenly smiled, then shook his head.

"Not really, anyway. Before meeting with friends there is an appointment with someone," explained Mbak Bida while looking at Anjani.

"Well, some kind of fan meeting, huh, Ma'am?" tanya Anjani wants to look more familiar with Mbak Bida.

"Hehe. Arguably so," replied Mbak Bida.

"Who is he, Ma'am?" ask Anjani again without fading her smile.

"Nr ...." Mbak Bida smiled first before continuing his words. "The name is Mario" replied Mbak Bida.

The deg!

Mario-ma? inner Anjani, surprised to hear the name Mario called.

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