Ganjar Dear Aisyah English Version

Ganjar Kurnia his full name is commonly called Ganjar, a village youth who is only educated at Upper Advanced School. Born into a simple family living in a village far from the bustling center of the city, his father and mother were ordinary farmers who managed a not-so-large plot of land.

That morning, the village seemed crowded. Many small children play running around in the yard full of joy, laughter also coloring their togetherness to welcome the school holidays.

The sky looks bright with a series of beauty and the natural beauty of the countryside, the air still feels cool clean and free from pollution. It was a national holiday.

Ganjar just finished helping his mother, doing homework. He got up and immediately stepped into the kitchen.

"Mom!" said Ganjar quietly standing in front of his mother who was cleaning the goldfish taken from the fish pond at the back of the house.

The middle-aged mother raised her face and straightened her two eyeballs towards the handsome young man standing before her.

"Yes, Son. What's wrong?" replied the mother.

"Ganjar wants to go to the garden first, Mom," said Ganjar being friendly and full of tenderness.

"This morning before your father left, he told Mom. Your father said, if you want to go to the field don't forget to bring one more hoe!"

"Yes, Mom." Ganjar immediately grabbed the mother's hand, then kissed her respectfully. "I'm leaving now, Mom. Assalamualaikum," he continued immediately passed from the presence of the mother.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mrs. Ratna staring at the steps of her son.

Ganjar rushed to pick up the hoe at the back of the house. After that, he went straight to the garden.

Ganjar was only 20 years old at the time. Every day, he spends it just helping his parents. In fact, Ganjar aspires to be high. He wanted to become a successful farmer who could advance his village into a village of major suppliers of agricultural produce.

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Upon arrival at the garden, Ganjar immediately approached the father who was doing his activities in the middle of the garden, hoeing the soil he wanted to grow vegetables.

"Assalamualaikum." Ganjar said in a soft voice.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mr. Edi rose, then straightened his gaze towards the newly arrived Ganjar.

"Dad, rest first, Ganjar bring fried bananas!" invited Ganjar to smile widely.

Mr. Edi smiled and immediately stepped towards Ganjar who was already next to the hut on the edge of the garden.

Ganjar rushed into the hut, and immediately made a glass of his father's favorite black coffee.

After he finished making coffee, he immediately put a glass of coffee on a small table that was in the hut.

"Here's the coffee, Dad!"

"Yes, Son." Mr. Edi rushed into the hut to Ganjar who was already inside the hut.

"Have you had coffee, Son?" asked Mr. Edi, looking at his son's face.

"Not yet, Dad."

"Yes, already. Let's have a coffee together!" invited Mr. Edi.

"Ganjar's stomach is not good, Dad," Ganjar replied.

"You better go home, Son!" said the middle-aged man looking at Ganjar's face.

"Ganjar wants to help, Dad. At home there is no work." Ganjar replied with a smile.

"But until zuhur only yes, Son. After that, you go straight home. Tomorrow we continue!" said Mr. Edi staring intently at his son's face.

"Why, Dad?" asked Ganjar looking curious.

"Today, I'm going to town," Mr. Edi replied. "Dad wants to buy super pest medicine," he added.

"Oh... yes, already. Just take a break! Let me cover the ground!"

Ganjar got up and rushed to pick up the hoe, then immediately stepped into the middle of the garden.

Ganjar seemed eager in helping his parents' work, in the slightest there were no complaints in the handsome young man, sincere and always patient. Because it becomes the main key that he applies in his daily life.

A few hours later, Ganjar already looked exhausted, sweat pouring from his face. His clothes appeared to be wet with sweat.

The sun is getting hotter. As time passes, the sun's position is already overhead, indicating that time is getting daytime, and is approaching zuhur time.

"Son, let's go home! Soon zuhur," shouted Mr. Edi invite Ganjar to go home immediately.

Ganjar stopped his activities, then turned towards the father who was standing next to the hut on the outskirts of the garden.

"Yes, Dad," Ganjar said straight to the edge of the garden.

"Just keep it here!"

"Yes, Father." Ganjar put the hoe into the hut, then locked the door of the hut. After that, they immediately stepped towards the house, because it was already noon and was approaching zuhur time.

Upon arrival at home, Ganjar and Mr. Edi rushed to bathe because soon they would leave for Musala to perform the Congregational Zuhur frayer.

Finished bathing and changing clothes, Mr. Edi immediately invited Ganjar who had been neatly dressed in sarongs and koko clothes to immediately leave for Musala.

"Come on, Son. Leave now!"

Ganjar just smiled and followed the middle-aged man's footsteps, the two of them stepped together towards Musala to perform the congregational Zuhur Prayer.

After returning from Musala. Mr. Edi immediately went to the city to buy pest medicine and other necessities for the garden. While Ganjar just sits back in the living room enjoying a television show, because there is no activity anymore, he prefers to be quiet and not go anywhere.

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The next day...

A luxury car stopped in Ganjar's yard, a young girl wearing a blue dress aligned with a headscarf covering her crown of hair, beautiful and gracefully stepped out of the car, towards the porch of Ganjar's house.

"Assalamualaikum," said the girl, knocking on the door.

"Waalaikumsalam," Replied Mrs. Ratna from inside the house, got up and rushed to open the door.

After the door opened, a beautiful white girl stood right in front of the door.

"Good afternoon, Mom," said the girl, smiling kindly to the middle-aged mother who smiled sweetly at her.

"Who are you, Son?" asked Mother Ratna kindly.

"I am Aisyah, Mom. Ganjar's friend in high school," replied the girl, softly full of hospitality.

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