Sharing Love: Puspita East & West

Feelings that Adapt

“This is our region,” firmly Syarif in front of Maimunah and Anastasia. After a few days of fuss, they were finally able to make a deal. Anastasia was getting used to the annoyance and mischief of the two twin boys. He can also understand the attitude of those who always insist on claiming West Joglo as an asset.

“Hah .. alright, Children. This room is yours,” Anastasia also has dared to respond to the words of Hanif and Sharif gently of course. He doesn't have to be too tense with them. His hands did not tremble anymore like they used to. The girl could even return their horrified gazes with a beautiful smile. He had already decided to reconcile with everyone here and the first step he took was to take the hearts of the two boys.

“Hmp!” Hanif turned and slammed the door of his room hard. Maimunah also warned them to be more polite and careful. They will not have ‘gerbang headquarters’ again if the door to the room is damaged.

“The kids are growing up fast. Are they in a rebellious phase? Though they are very obedient first,” complained Maimunah wonder. The old woman stroked the chest as if hurt and felt like a failure. He also prayed to God Almighty, “Duh, Gusti. Please guide you, Gusti.”

After finishing some more business, Maimunah decided to go home. Now, he dared to leave Hanif and Sharif to Anastasia who was quite improved from her trauma. He really hopes his two grandchildren can grow with good manners and good manners.

“What did they play, anyway? Tumben really no noise,” murmured Anastasia once entered the house. He had already made plans to expedite his peace process with Hanif and Sharif. That plan he called sweet.

Well, sweet food. Kids love sweet things. If they were spoiled with good, soft sweets, they would be softer right? Who knows if you don't try? Anastasia just hopes to get along with them soon.

The only daughter of Captain Peter de Raiziger has been struggling to learn to make sweet foods with Maimunah for several days. In addition to cooking, she also learned many other household skills such as sewing and embroidery. Such light activities make her feel more relaxed and comfortable as a woman. In the past, she grew up as a tomboyish girl and preferred sword arts like her older brother.

The ingredients in the kitchen are still complete. There was a lot of leftover material that Maimunah brought yesterday. Anastasia could make good use of those ingredients. The problem is only in the water. The well to take it is below, while the West Joglo is on a hilltop. Anastasia had to fight hard to lift a bucket of water from there.

“Yah ... What do you want to say? I will quickly get used to this same, inner” Anastasia lightly. He also held a bucket in his hand. His head was wrapped in cloth as Maimunah taught. It became an obligation for her as one of the women in the House of Tumenggung Tasik. For this one, he still felt objectionable and sultry.

Tumenggung Tasik Residential Complex is very beautiful. The trees grow here and there. Basically, the Tasik Region is still a new city given by the Sultanate of Bintara and Prince Cakrabuana for the Malays who fled Malacca. They were given the freedom to develop the region with Amirdiningrat Malacca as its leader.

Amir is the son of Sultan Bintara from the previous generation. He received protection from an influential princess in Bintara so as not to be dragged by the struggle for succession. His father died on the expedition. Malacca behind his name is a title pinned to him for having participated in the expedition of the Java Sea Fleet in a mission to save the peninsula and the Sultanate of Malacca.

“He's coming to my place tonight .. right? Is he ..?” muttered Anastasia so recalling Amirdiningrat who had become her husband. His heart was pounding and nervous at the thought of it. Asya immediately threw away the thought he had taken far away. He asserted his position as a second wife or prisoner more precisely to bury that thought.

Amir never touched Anastasia at all even though they were married earlier this month. I don't know what the reason for the young commander was. It could be that he was not interested in Asya or indeed he was sensitive to his condition that was less stable at that time.

“Lojie's son is outrageous. Some say, after escaping from iron bars, he burned the rice barn of the population,” said a soldier who was resting in the hall courtyard. It was the hero who escorted the envoy Ki Fadil. His mouth was like a leaky bucket that forgot itself. It's like a woman who likes to gossip, “What's her name, huh? If not wrong, then. Anyway there's a twist so.”

“Hais, that is indeed outrageous. Though she had been given an amnesty and released because her sister became the wife of Commander Young Tasik. Poor sister. Somehow his fate later,” reply another soldier. They continued to gossip Schultz shamelessly. Though it is not a good deed as a Muslim person—True when the scholars say, "The beauty of Islam is covered by the Muslims themselves.”

Anastasia was stunned hearing that. Fortunately, his head was wrapped in a cloth to cover half his face. So, no one recognized him. He would have been a mockery if the men had known that he was the younger brother of the Son of Lojie whom they called the Sekelut.

Asya rushed to draw the water. The girl didn't want to hear any more banter about her brother. He walked while looking down and tightly gripped the full bucket of water. To comfort her ailing heart, she turned her attention to the sweets she was about to make.

As soon as he finished making it, Anastasia put the candy on the table and left it just like that. If he were to hand it over directly like yesterday, Hanif and Sharif would have rejected him. Though they would accept it if the one who gave the sweets was Maimunah. They even liked it without knowing that it was Asya's.

Be loved, ulam arrived. The door of Hanif and Sharif's room slowly opened. His voice was barely soft. Asya hurriedly covered her face with the book as soon as the head of one of the boys appeared from behind the door. When the sound of footsteps sounded, Asya again lowered his book and observed the boy who turned out to be Sharif.

His demeanor makes 18-year-old Anastasia squirm until she almost laughs. The boy grabbed two sweets at the table and ran as fast as he could once he got them. Asya smiled with satisfaction at seeing it.

In the afternoon, Hanif and Sharif went home without touching the rest of the sweets. Even so, Anastasia already felt enough with the results. In this way, one step towards peace with them was passed. I don't know how many more steps he has to take.

When the day began to fade and the sun returned to his complaint, Anastasia lit candles in the yard and terrace of her house. Tonight may be her first night as a wife. However, instead of worrying about her fate tonight, Asya is even more busy worrying about her brother, Schultz.

If the condition of her stupid sister was true, Anastasia who might have got the stone. Whether it was bad luck what awaited him tonight, he could only be patient and endure the suffering alone. Asya just wishes she could get through tonight well.

“You took good care of this place,” the voice of a man Anastasia knew sounded. He turned to the courtyard and found Amir walking towards him. The girl spontaneously lowered her head and kissed the back of her husband's hand as soon as she reached the porch. With a voice that shook and seemed nervous, he invited Amirdiningrat to enter.

Awkwardness strikes like a winter breeze blowing through mountains. No further conversation has been made since Amir's question on that page. Anastasia could only take out the dinner she prepared while bowed. It would feel bad if he spoke wrong even if one word only.

“Your brother was reported missing a few days ago,” finally Amir who took the initiative to start a conversation after finishing his dinner. The tone was cold and gripping in Asya's ears. Terrible aura as if emanated from him, “Tak only that, some witnesses saw him appear in the places where the accident occurred. Last time it was seen, it entered the Kedok Valley. It was the alleged nest of the Kumuning.” Thieves

“Are you guys hunting him?” anastasia's question sounded trembling. He forced himself to ask, but his little heart was afraid to hear Amir's answer. The answer is clear even if it is not asked.

“Sure, we have to check and bring him to court. If he is found guilty, he will be punished according to the applicable law,” explained Amir complex. He could see a worried hue on his young wife's face. Especially when Asya asks the next question, “What about dad?”

“We've checked Captain Peter. He's proven not to be involved in your brother's case. We will not punish the innocent party,” Amir's reply made Asya a little relieved. At least he knows that Ki Fadil has kept his promise to ensure the safety of Captain Peter de Raiziger. That was enough for her even though she still refused to believe the news about her brother.

Anastasia was too late in her mind. She did not realize that her husband had risen from the table and walked over to her. The girl gasped when suddenly her head was rubbed. He saw Amir showing his friendly face that was far from Asya's shadow. The man said softly and softly, “Quietly. Your family's guarantee will remain in effect even if your brother has been involved in those cases.”

Asya stunned. His heart seemed to be shaken by something. For some reason the first one in his mind was the worst past of his life. A gripping childhood as a girl, discrimination, and arbitrary treatment of women, as well as events that left her mother dead. Those memories sprung up as if piercing his eyes. How painful it is to this heart as if it were pierced by a thousand swords.

“I also want to apologize,” continued Amir to make Anastasia free from her nightmares instantly, "Should start tonight we can get to know each other further and familiarize ourselves. However, I can't do it because I have to prepare for the review expedition tomorrow. After all, you don't seem to want to open yourself up completely. I won't force you.”

Amir went to pray after that. The abandonment of Asya in order to calm themselves and the mind. He settled in Surau while waiting for Isya. I hope the girl gets better when she comes back.

Time passed and the night was late. The wind blew as breeze and cold, but could not turn off the lights hanging with shade on the terrace of West Joglo. When he got there, Amir really did not think that his wife would really change that fast.

Anastasia sat alone in the living room just befriending the candle dancing with the wind. His eyes coldly stared at Amir. She stood up and welcomed her husband as courtly as possible. With a firm heart, he pleaded, “Master, please let me accompany you. I believe the expedition was related to my brother. Let me confirm it myself.”