The Love of the Maharani

The Side Story 1 (Dodi bag. 1)

(Dear Readers's.. The author is in turmoil between wanting to make his first night scene Anna and Daffa or not. What do you think? write no? Please write in the comments.🙏

Well. while waiting for the readers answer, the author wants to cover the brief yes. We look at the life story of one of the characters in this novel Love the Maharani. This time Thor wants to see the story of Dodi, Anna's half-sister.

This Dodi story does not include the continuation of Dr. Cinta Sang Maharani yes, dear. But you may be able to find some important spoilers related to the continuity of Anna and Daffa's story. So, mind not to skip this, guys. (don't miss it, guys!😁).

Let's enjoy the story, everyone. big hug from afar, from Thor Meli..😘)

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I'm Dodi. Short call from the origin of the name Dodi Windraguna. I'm a bookaholic. That's a term I made myself, because I'm a book lover.

I'm happy to read. Reading has made me know better. Reading makes me more knowledgeable. All genres of reading have been my reading. Reading also helped me achieve the highest rank in the class since I was still sitting in the SD bench until High School today.

And maybe because of the bookaholic nature I missed many opportunities to connect with people around me. I ended up being an introvert.

I'd rather read in my room than play ball with my peers.

I'd rather read in the library than joke with a friend on the sidelines.

I prefer to read in a quiet place, until finally I often feel alienated in the crowd. That's because I don't have any friends.

I'm 17 years old. And I never dated. Let alone a boyfriend, a friend to play games I don't have.

Hold still. I think I just remembered something. Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked me. He always gave me food and drinks. I accept every gift, because I have no reason to refuse it.

He's a classmate but still at school with me. Her name? Hmm. I forgot.

I think that girl really likes me. For a month he kept giving me snacks. I almost started liking the girl. But thankfully. God loved me by showing me something about that girl.

So, I overheard the girl's conversation with her friend. From that conversation I finally found out that I was made into a bet by the girl with her friends.

If for a month he can be my girlfriend, then he will win.

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Tracks.

I felt something pinch my heart when I heard the conversation. It doesn't feel too painful, but it's quite unpleasant to remember it again.

At that moment, I immediately turned around. And when the girl came back to me with her snacks and sweet smile, I firmly rejected her. I even immediately left his figure on the sidelines. I don't care about his calls anymore. And he never came to see me again.

Since then, I've been thinking that being in a relationship is troublesome. More often it can be painful.

Just an example of my parents. They liked each other at first. But when I was in first grade Junior High, they got divorced. Their divorce made me have to choose between living with Papa or Mama.

And I chose Mama. Not because I love my mom more. But because I thought Mama needed me more then.

Papa was upset with me for not choosing him. And he gave me his last sentence, before he went somewhere. Like he said at the time, "You chose him (Mama). Then don't call Papa again. Papa's gonna assume you and him (Mama) don't exist."

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Tracks. My heart suffered its second crack. But cracking this time feels more painful than cracking because it was used as a betting material by my former schoolmates. I'm rattled.

I love both my parents. Why should I choose one of them? Why can't adults understand how their children feel?

I've heard from religious teachers, that divorce is permissible and also hated by God. If so, why did my parents want a divorce, even though it was hated by God? Don't they know?

Mama and I ended up living together in our old house for a few months. My mom worked at an artist agency. Mama said it was her job before I was born. My mother initially worked as an assistant. Then one day Mama became the manager of a very handsome man.

I've met that guy. He's a strange person, I think. His name is Om Jordan. Since Mama became Om Jordan's manager, Mama has been very busy. I almost always eat alone at home. Just every Sunday I can have breakfast with my mom. The rest of the day, I just make friends with books.

Then, when I was in 2nd grade Junior High, suddenly Mama told me that she and Om Jordan were getting married. How did I feel then? I don't know. I don't know Om Jordan. But seeing Mama looking happy, I tried to accept the presence of Om Jordan in our lives. Anna, the 15-year-old daughter of Om Jordan.

About my half-brother, I often felt ashamed whenever he asked me to talk. Anna is the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. His hair was long black, eyes big like almonds. The big nose that makes me not confident with my nose. Thick eyebrows that almost interlocked. Thin pink lips that I'm sure aren't because of the color of lipstick. Anna's sister is really pretty.

And I think Anna's sister is also an introvert like me. At every dinner we had together, we didn't talk much. More often our meal time passed in silence and accompaniment to the sound of clanging spoons and plates. Even so, I know quite a few of Kak Anna's daily habits.

Suppose, Sister Anna is a left-handed. He often works with his left hand. He is also good at playing the piano. Several times I heard the clink of a beautiful and complicated-sounding song from the living room. And when I looked, Anna was seriously playing the piano keys in front of her skillfully.

Marveled. That was the feeling I felt towards my stepbrother. Although I also feel the hassle of having to be a courier letter written by some of the complex youth where we live. Which letter should I send to Anna's sister.

Amazingly, Anna did not comment much nor was she arrogant to feel beautiful like most other women when receiving attention. Sister Anna still looks elegant, friendly, but keeps her distance. He really amazed me.

Until the day when Om Jordan disappeared. I don't know what's really going on. All I know is, when I wake up in the morning, Mama looks panicked and calls some of her friends. All I hear is, Mama's looking for Om Jordan.

Om Jordan just disappeared. His sudden departure made the atmosphere at home so unsettled. Surprisingly, I found Anna's sister unseen worried about Om Jordan's disappearance. He went to school and did not complain or cry.

But maybe I'm the insensitive one. I don't know how Anna's true feelings are, facing the loss of Om Jordan, her real father. I think Anna's sister is fine. I think she's a tough woman who doesn't get hurt easily for whatever reason.

But my thinking proved to be a miss, when almost a year later, Anna disappeared. His departure was as sudden as Om Jordan. But I see Mama is not too shaken by the departure of Sister Anna. Maybe because at that time Mama was busy setting up a new artist, also taking care of my baby sister, Tedi. So the departure of Kak Anna thought was a form of juvenile delinquency in general. Mama thinks Anna's sister will come home, if she's tired of playing outside. My mother always said to me.

I trust Mama's words. And it's true. Anna's sister is back home. There was something wrong with his memory. And he also went home with a mute girl named Zizi. The girl bears a very real resemblance to Anna's sister.

According to Mama, Anna lost her memory, and claimed to be Tasya. I who began to follow the photography experience at that time was busy so that increasingly rarely met with Anna Sister. My excursion got me home almost through magrib. Because I often hunt for good photo spots to various places. Moreover, Mama locked Kak Anna in the room with Zizi since her return home. So I haven't seen Anna for a long time.

Only once did I meet Anna. And that was the day of the accident that left him severely injured in the head. Because the wound was also doctors diagnosed him memory loss (return).

So, at that time I just entered the gate of the Ayu Orchid complex, where I live. While walking, I was looking at some of the photos I caught that day and did not pay attention to the road.

Until then I hit someone until that person fell. As soon as I saw the face of the figure I hit, I was very surprised. Because it turns out she's Anna's sister.

"Sister Anna?" I held him up while helping him stand up.

Then Anna (Tsy) held my hand tightly and brought her face closer to mine.

I who had never been close to the face of any woman was immediately fixated with the action of Kak Anna (Tsy) at that time. But then what he said confused me.

"My name is Tasya! I'm Anna's brother. Helpme! My brother was captured by them. I have to help her again. Can you help me? Please!?"

I blinked my eyes of confusion.

I looked more closely, it was true that he had a face like Sister Anna. So is it true Mama said, if Anna has a memory disorder and thinks she is someone else? Tasia? A brother? I never knew that Sister Anna had a brother who looked so much like her. But...

I watched more closely the woman who was holding me quite tightly back then. And I caught a few things that made me doubt Mama's words.

The woman who claimed to be Tasya had wavy black hair. Not really straight like Anna's sister. Length also up to waist. As I recall, the last time before it disappeared, Sister Anna's hair had just been trimmed to a shoulder. Did he disappear for three months, can make his hair so along the waist? I doubt that.

Then I found a small mole behind the girl's right earlobe, as she turned her head back. Like watching something that could come.

As I recall, Anna's older sister didn't have a mole behind her ear. Because I saw her practice ballet by nodding her hair high, so I can make sure she doesn't have that mole.

So, is it true that this girl in front of me is Anna's sister? Or is she really Tasya, the one who claims to be Anna's sister? And with a similar face that almost resembles, means she is sister twin sister Anna?

My world feels shaky. My confidence in Mama finally faded. Why did Mom lie to me? What is he really covering up?

Finding me speechless and not answering her request, Anna or Tasya suddenly ran away. I couldn't catch up with him because then the phone in my pocket rang. It was a call from my mom. He told me about 'Sister Anna' who ran away again. He wondered if I might have met Anna's sister.

I was quiet for a while. I don't know what to answer. I'm afraid that if the girl's words are right, then it means that Mama has locked up the wrong person. Mama forced the girl to become Anna's sister. But, for what?

Before long, I saw Frans passing me by Papa Jordan's old car. He drove that car very fast. I almost got hit if I didn't jump to the side.

As soon as Frans passed, I put my phone back in my ear. But it turns out that his call has been cut off by Mama.

After a few moments, I finally turned around and decided to pursue the girl who claimed to be named Tasya earlier.

I ran as fast as I could. But then the view on the highway in front of the compound that night made me re-shaken.

I found the body of the girl who looked like Anna's sister lying on the side of the road. Puddles of blood seemed to be there were many around the girl's head. Feeling both nervous and scared, I immediately approached her body. Right, it's him (Anna/Tasya).

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