The Journey and Destiny of Love

Chapter 3 - Connecting Life

Poverty is the source and the main key to the only brother Anindita has disappeared, her father died, her mother went to search for a penny to survive. Winah her sister-in-law must be a widow with a condition of the stomach that continues to grow, the baby she contains loses the figure of a father. A tearful divorce accompanied him every day. The first few months of Anin and Winah were like being stuck around, sometimes eating only leftover rice. The fight is just beginning.

With a heavy heart, Anindita and Winah let go of Bu Wanti. What a responsibility to get rid of the concern of Bu Wanti to the youngest girl who is still in high school. Passing away left the daughter-in-law who was pregnant just living alone with her young daughter.

Anindita was getting used to living away from her mother. Focusing on school, struggling as much as possible to keep getting the best achievements in school. His determination strengthened as hard as steel, piercing through the walls of fear. A force of determination to build a better future life.

A few more months of graduation certificates will be obtained, after which great responsibilities will come soon. The baby will be born without a father, only the mother whose soul is still shaken.

Every day, Anindita helps Winah find the best income she can. Usually before or after school he sells fried foods, or help neighbors who need iron washing power. As much as he could, a little saved up for the school dues that had been waiting for months if by any chance there was more left over from eating.

The baby was born, crying, thrashing, no father figure was accusing him. The Winah family did not visit, how wrong it was to choose Murod to have hurt his respectable extended family on the island of Sumatra. Now, bitter, bitter, everything must be swallowed by itself. The baby boy was named Rizki Sholeh, the focus of his mother's hope to become someone who is abundant and devoted. Anindita reluctantly could not resist the piteousness when Mr. RT accused Rizki. Dear nephew.

Graduation arrived, no one attended the graduation ceremony. Alone, strengthening the soul, reality is not as beautiful as a dream. A diploma as a sign of proof of graduation is now in hand, a piece of this paper must be redeemed with a loan Bu Wanti to his employer who must be repaid for months.

After the diploma division was completed, Anindita rushed home. He had to replace Winah washing and ironing a few tubs of neighbor clothes. Those feet mean, without which they don't know what to eat. Meanwhile baby Rizki is still comfortably asleep on the swing.

"Sister, take a break, let me replace it." Pinta Anin sitting next to Winah.

"You eat Nin first" he said weakly.

"Anin has eaten Kak, at school there are friends who share yellow rice, Anin bring one for Brother," he said while giving a bag of black plastic containing food.

Every day their work just kills time. The income earned is sometimes not enough to meet daily needs. One month has passed from graduation, Rizki's baby also grows bigger even with mediocre nutritional intake. Every night Anindita racked her brain, looking for a way to escape all the poverty that was entangling their lives. Life deficiency is exhausting.

He stared at the diploma obtained with such an expensive struggle. Eventually he made up his mind, about to catch up with his mother to the city in search of a job. At least you can set aside more money for Rizki. A beloved baby who drains tears and pity every night.

“Sister, take care of yourself and Rizki is fine, Anin has to fight for our lives." Anindita confidently, looked at her brother.

“You've decided to go after mom?” Winah made sure to come back.

“Iya Kak, Anin wants to try to turn the wheel of our lives, brother doain yes,” Anin replied with confidence. Winah nodded as she hugged the little girl's body sincerely.

The next day, the curly-haired girl was already riding on Romi's old motorcycle. Romi is a young village man who has helped Anin and Winah quite a lot. Her smile was bitter as she let the sweet girl figure walk on her back. The girl he liked was silent.

“Thank you, Brother Romi, Anin will not forget your kindness so far. Only Allah can repay him Brother.” Anin turned her back to thank Romi.

“Be careful Yes De in Jakarta. Hopefully later to see you again,” he said expectantly, his eyes were sharp looking at the face of the sweet girl in front of him.

“Dah Brother Romi,” he said as he waved his hand, then turned back to Romi who was stunned to look at him.

The bustling bustle of the bustling terminal, finally conceals the tiny figure of Anindita from her sight. The air had already started to heat up, the more blistering it burned the skin like its burning mood. After the figure he admired disappeared, the young man rushed home.

Romi is a good sholeh youth. Because it was too appreciative of the decision of his mother who had asked him to be engaged to the son of Pak Lurah, finally only able to harbor a sense of admiration and joy for the tough girl who has now disappeared. Too lack of courage for him, for him the most important is the happiness of his mother.

New resident buses speeding away leaving the hustle and bustle of the terminal. With Romi's help, she has reportedly asked her mother to pick her up at the bus base which she will later disembark. Luck sided when Bu Wanti's employer apparently allowed her to hitchhike temporarily while looking for work.

Some of the best clothes he had, a prayer kit and a diary became the contents of his dull bag. About his heart is sliced, remembering his late father, the fate of Murod who has not been known to his soul, Winah and a fragment of wound in his heart, as well as the baby Rizki who has not known the bitterness of the world.

The sound of the vehicle horn shrill, frenzied at the terminal of Rambutan village swallowed his cute body. His curly hair that had been cocked by a ponytail was now drenched in sweat, his stomach was already screaming for food. Walk slowly while wailing, looking for the figure of the mother who had long missed him.

It has been half an hour wara wiri looking for it, but has not found the figure. Finally his tired legs stopped at a mushola. Sitting low and helpless, what if the woman he did not find. There is no communication tool at all at his disposal at this time. The girl had already completely handed the meeting to fate.

"Anne!" a soft voice that was long inaudible, suddenly appeared from behind.

Anin turned around slowly, that face was no stranger. Suddenly hugged tightly to the body he missed so much, he shed a pile of lara. Ms. Wanti sobbed, her tears flowing soaking her favorite daughter's crown. Seeing his daughter's tired face alone had made his defensive wall collapse. Not to mention imagining how long he had survived without her. Without someone protecting her. But Ms. Wanti quickly mastered the situation. He calmed his beloved daughter. A box of rice he brought. Rice with side dishes that he deliberately prepared. How longing he looked at his daughter eating his cooking.

“I pray first Ma'am,” replied the girl while rushing towards the place of ablution of women.

The woman just stared at her daughter's frail back. His heart was crying, how thin the body was illustrating how heavy the burden he had felt all along. After finishing the prayer, the girl went back to her mother.

“Meeting!” Ms. Wanti opened the food box she was carrying.

“Wah, so many Bu side dishes.” Anin's innocent eyes sparkled staring at the most luxurious dish she had obtained.

“Mother purposely cooked for you, let's spend.” Ms. Wanti strengthened her heart so that the drops did not damage her son's happiness eating a rare dish that he may have never eaten for so long.

Anindita greedily ate, filling her stomach that had just been rumbling. But only half she finished the meal suddenly she covered her face. The sound of gentle sports was heard making Bu Wanti worried.

“Why Nin?” Holding his shoulders from behind. Let it go until the crying subsides.

“I ate well here, but Kak Winah same Rizki somehow ate what today.” Suddenly the girl's answer made Bu Wanti's heart torn apart. But he had to be able to calm his daughter.

“Anin will come here to be successful, later can buy your brother and Rizki any food they want,”, said Bu Wanti who tried to cover up her sadness.

“Let's hurry, mom's employer is waiting in the car," said Ms. Wanti again, Anin hastened to spend her lunch.

Bu Wanti's employer was a handsome middle-aged woman. Her smile was so friendly, her shady gaze watering Anin's fear of the figure of a new person. Anin and Ms. Wanti approached her to the parking lot. The back glass is half open.

“Anin yes, let's go in, sit in front so that Faisal is not sleepy," he said, looking a genuine smile.

The figure of a tall, handsome-looking man came out the door behind the wheel. Something that left him stunned for a moment, as the figure was so similar to Murod, his missing older brother. He opened the luggage to store Anin's luggage. Then opened the front door, so that the girl immediately entered her luxury car.

“I Faisal, the madam's personal driver, "said the man with a smile.

“Oh driver mistress? I am Anin," Anin said innocently making her mother who was sitting behind reprimand her.

“Anin, he is Mr. Faisal, his son mistress,” Ms. Wanti explained.

“Sorry Sir,” Anin gasps in shock.

“Hahaha, but now I am a driver you know, oh yes I am still young, not yet Fathers, just call brother,” he said with a laugh.

“Good Bang, "answer Anin while looking down.

No matter how far along the journey, Anin fell asleep unknowingly. Not lulled by Faisal's good looks, but the soft touch of AC and the softness of the chair he sat in made his eyes lose uncompromising.

Finally they arrived at the Windarti's mother's residence. When he opened his eyes, Anin was already in the parking lot of a luxurious house, a spacious courtyard arranged beautifully, lush fruit trees surrounded the edge of the fence, orchid pots hanging majestically, jasmine clumps neatly arranged. Miss Wanti invited her into the house. For Anin, it was a dream, maybe it was like a palace in a dream, too much different from the rickety huts she lived in the village.

Ms. Wanti occupies one room in the back, the door facing the back terrace which is directly connected to the beautiful open kitchen. The worst side of the house is still much more beautiful than the wooden house he lived in first.

Sliced grievously Anin's feelings, the soft mattress actually hurt her heart. His soul screamed, remembering Winah and Rizki who were now lying in the halls of his modest house with a foam mattress that looked like a thin mat.

His determination is rounded to get a job immediately, rent a house in the city, then invite Rizki and Winah to live with him. Then whatever floated in his mind, tired of the trip hit all the trouble, he fell asleep without knowing that his mother was struggling, back to finish the homework.

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