ANELIC

Chapter 19

Anelis is not feeling well. Just last week he was treated for fainting, his body is already weak again. The prescribed medication is not taken on time. He even hid it in his little closet. Rajasa may not know. It is only fitting that his body again compels its owner to rest. Anelis wanted to get out of bed, but her head could not be lifted. Anelis is back. Occasionally coughing.

"Wind in the wind Ne. You stay up late at night. Lack of sleep equals lack of rest" Rajasa said from the TV room. She often sleeps on the sofa. Going home in the morning made him not move into their room.

"Not knowing Mas. Waking up is hard, too" Anelis raised her voice. He wished Rajasa would come to his room.

"Do you want me kerokin? Who knows," Rajasa offers to treat his wife. He brought a glass of warm tea mixed with wind for Anelis.

"No need to Mas. I don't like scrapings, kapok if dikerokin you. The pain is asking for forgiveness," Anelis replied considering the results of Rajasa's scraping first, the red was on his back.

"Nih, inhaled first the aroma was just drunk. Let the spit be better."

Anelis tried to get up, she leaned herself against the pillow. Rajasa helps Anelis. Although his mind was divided, Anelis still he prioritized. Otherwise, it was difficult for him to go home the night. It was difficult for him to think about how to meet Sekar at Rajendra's house. Rajasa's establishment is faltering. He is tired of giving constantly without being given a reply. The presence of Sekar gave him a fresh breeze.

Anelis vertical tea made by Rajasa. He felt lighter his body.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Rajasa nodded, returning his wife's smile. Rajasa tries to look back at Anelis, unfortunately Sekar's shadow wanders there. Rajasa no longer finds love in the face of Anelis.

"Put home last night?" ask Anelis carefully.

He did not want his question to offend Rajasa. Their marriage was built on trust. Rajasa and Anelis both let each other develop their abilities. They agreed not to hinder each other's careers.

"One month Ne I said it. It's only been a week. When I've run away I go home like normal," said Rajasa.

Disappointed angelis. He wanted Rajasa to offer him to the doctor. When I first met Rajasa, Anelis said a little dizzy Rajasa was worried not kepalang. But this time, Rajasa reacted normally. Anelis wants to ask but can't.

"Later if it doesn't improve my phone huh Ne. We're going to the hospital. But if you are strong, you rest first at home. Permission again to his office" Rajasa said.

Anelis carved a smile on her lips. He nodded even though his heart wanted Rajasa to stay at home with him.

"Mas" called Anelis to Rajasa.

Rajasa turned around, looking back at Anelis, "What's Ne?"

"Mas is fine, right? No problems outside?" asked Anelis in doubt.

"Yes Ne. All is well. Just need more portions to take care of. I can't take my hands off like that" Rajasa said.

Anelis was still not satisfied with her husband's answer. He asked again, "Mas is still loyal, right? Not looking for another girl outside?"

Anelis could not understand why the word was thrown out of her mouth. Feeling her husband was different, made her think. Women are often like that. Always happy to be the center of attention of the couple. Praised a little bit happy. So when his partner looks different, will feel once in his heart.

Rajasa. Didn't think Anelis would ask about loyalty. He is still faithful, he does not commit any betrayal of his love. Only his heart began to change. His heart slightly violated his life principles. He needs a grip, he needs someone who can understand him better. Rajasa draws closer to Anelis. The hair of his wife.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ne? I will never turn away from you, until then. You're sick, more sensitive to his feelings. Rest first, we'll see you tonight." Rajasa leaves Anelis in the room without hugging her.

Anelis knows Rajasa can't betray her love. Anelis also understood her husband came home the night purely on corporate affairs. But looking at Rajasa's behavior today, Anelis increasingly felt there was something different. Even if pure Rajasa does not commit an offence, Anelis is aware. He is no longer the only center of Rajasa's life. Her husband finds a new world more comfortable to live in than his love. A clear thread came out of the eye patch, Anelis cried with Rajasa who left her.

Rajasa spurred his car back. Abbas said Rajendra's sir is home. He was looking for a novel owned by Mamahnya that he wanted to show Mr. Rajendra in his study. As Rajasa last remembered he put it in the drawer of the work table.

"Where yes. I never moved anywhere else." Rajasa speaks for himself. He was busy looking for the novel.

Geck. Geck. Dimas knocked on the door. Without opening Rajasa he just went in.

"Ngapain Sa's? Another Nyari coin?" tanya Dimas saw her best friend at the desk.

"From Dim's book. Seinget me, I put it here,"

"Udah moved times, loe forgot the half-life," said Dimas. He does not believe Rajasa's book can run itself from the drawer to the bottom.

"Bantuin find or how the cake," said Rajasa annoyed.

"Sory, I've done a lot of work. I want to ask for your signature, keep asking for Rajendra's signature. I want to put Abbas alone," Dimas said as he flipped through the company's files.

"Sir Rajendra Dim?! Oh my nutmeg!" rajasa said in pain. He forgot to be in the middle. Mr. Rajendra's name made him rise instantly. "Gue aja who asked for the signature of Dim, Ntar I drove there," added Rajasa while holding his head.

"very spirit? Ampe kepentok that," Dimas chuckled at Rajasa's papah.

"Here I check first yes," Rajasa receives the company's file from Dimas.

"Eh Sa, if you don't go home, where is Sa? Anelis then came to me. Loe's still straight, isn't she Sa? Not weird?" tanya Dimas who also felt his best friend was different.

"What a weird thing does Loe Dim mean? I went to Harkit to take care of the bakery. I can't work at home. From the beginning Anelis did not understand the company," replied Rajasa in self-defense.

"Yes, I mean you don't start looking for girls out there, do you? Sometimes if people are stressed, they like strange behavior. But you really haven't changed, have you Sa?" ask Dimas again. He felt something different about Rajasa.

"Ngacau aja loe! Be rather. I was loyal. Anelis is the most important thing in my heart," Rajasa pointed to his right chest.

"That's Sa's heart, not the heart!" dimas said annoyed to see his best friend.

"Gue to go first yes, nitip company. Nih Abbas has returned from Singapore." Rajasa leaves Dimas in his study. Leaving Dimas who was confused by his attitude.

Rajasa's steps are so light. He hummed his favorite song playing in the car. Rajasa frowned himself at the mirror. Rajasa if you are interested in the same person, his efforts are always maximum. His hope is inside.

Abbas opened the door. This is the third time Rajasa has come to Rajrndra's house. He was still amazed by the design of the house. What makes him feel at home for a long time is the painting displayed on the wall. Everything seems so proportionate. Rajasa files the company, follows Abbas to Rajendra's room. He was welcomed kindly, the company business was sorted out in just a moment.

Rajasa did not want to leave the house. He was trying to find out where Sekar was. Asking Abbas directly is suspicious. Rajasa tries to find another reason.

"Oh, that's yours Sa. Wah bothered it will not be able to return," replied Abbas whispered in a sentence back.

"meaning?"

"I love you, Sa." Abbas takes Rajasa to Daisha's room.

Daisha sat in a rocking chair facing the window. He focused on reading word for word from Mamah Rajasa's slum novel. Daisha seems to be getting normal.

"Good day Daisha, this is the owner of the novel coming" Abbas said. Although he looked normal, Daisha's gaze was still quite terrifying. Rajasa took aim for a while.

"Hey..Daishas. I'm Rajasa," Rajasa said awkwardly.

Daisha did not return the greeting he held tightly to his book. Rajasa doesn't want to take it.

"No Daisha. Rajasa will not take the novel. From the beginning it was yours. You can read as much as you can," Abbas said so patiently to Daisha. It is not wrong if he has to study for ten years for the degree he received. "I'm the same Rajasa come out again yeah, you're fine here. Read it out." added Abbas.

Daisha's eyes blinked cheerfully. He was so happy. Abbas left the room to take Rajasa to the backyard of the magnificent house of Mr. Rajendra. There Rajendra sir is waiting. Overlooking the lawn that is so neat.

"Sit Sa" Abbas asked Rajasa.

Mr. Rajenedra nodded. He's speech tuna. With Abbas, Mr. Rajendra uses sign language. Darling Rajasa doesn't understand. Rajasa is increasingly amazed by Abbas's attitude and ability.

"The novel belongs to Mamahmu Sa?" Abbas opened the chat that Mr. Rajendra listened to.

"Yes. I found it after Mamah died" Rajasa said sadly.

"Rajasa, you know Miss Mutia? He's a good man who has helped you and Mom. Daisha is her little daughter, and Mr. Rajendra is her husband," Abbas introduced Mr. Rajendra again. Mr. Rajendra nodded, to which Rajasa also nods. "Sometimes fate is cruel Sa, at first glance I've told you about Daisha. What I'm going to tell you this time isn't about that. It's about Mamahmu and Miss Mutia. Yes, according to what you think, they are familiar and become partners. Even after Mutia and her family moved to Singapore, Mutia gave up Daisha Bakery with Mamahmu" Abbas paused his sentence, letting Rajasa follow the story he told. "Even though Mutia's mother handed over, your mother was never careless. He even always transfers the proceeds of sales and profits that have been cut for employees. Daisha Bakery is not hers. But Sa, you don't need to be burdened by that, Mr. Rajendra wants you to take full control of Daisha Bakery. He did not expect that Mamahmu was also gone, so Mr. Rajendra wants you to focus and not have to find out anymore" Abbas concluded, with his gaze for Mr. Rajendra. Abbas is afraid that what he says is contrary.

Rajasa did not believe Abbas's words. He was confused about where to accept it first.

"I don't understand what Bas means" he said.

Abbas smiled, and he also felt that this was complicated.

"This is what Rajendra is looking for already exists. Since the beginning Mr. Rajendra wants to meet Mamahmu and you. Daisah bakery problem you do not need to think about it. Please start from the beginning and take good care of it" Abbas said. Rich and nice families always have a way of spending their wealth. Mr. Rajendra and Mr. Mutia always help the people around him.

Rajasa always has principles. He does not want to get something for free. He must understand his situation.

"Bas, everything was sudden. I'm having a hard time accepting it."

"Last away. If it is difficult, you can come here often. Find out what you think is necessary. Ah but remember, let the novel be Daisha's. He used to buy it for your mom."

Rajasa increasingly does not understand what is happening. Mother's daughter is Daisha, daughter of Mutia's mother. The bakery that Mamahnya developed was also not entirely his. And that means everything he enjoyed all this time is also not his. Rajasa is getting dizzy. Rajendra's sir grabbed Rajasa's hand. Holding tight. Through sign language he spoke.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. I am so happy to meet you. My wife and I have given you the bakery, and please don't have to transfer any more sales. Tomorrow my people will take the ownership name to be your name. Please take good care of the shop. Let me and Daisha have memories of your Mom and Mom."

Rajasa looked at Abbas, asking for an explanation. Abbas painstakingly described the sign language. Rajasa felt inferior. He bowed, remembering the two great women in his life. Her eyes shed tears.

The footsteps of the heels worn by Sekar are increasingly clearly heard. Searching around for no one in the main room as well as Daisha's room, he went to the backyard.

"Here are you all? I deserve to find nothing. Good day Om," said Sekar to his future father-in-law. Abbas is like a son to Rajendra. "Hello Yank's. Hello Rajasa," Sekar greeted them kindly.

"Hello is also Yank" replied Abbas.

Mr. Rajendra decided to re-enter, he let the younger ones enjoy their time. Sekar sat in the chair of Mr. Rajendra earlier, raised an eyebrow asking what happened to Rajasa.

"Oh.usual family matters" replied Abbas. They are both a good couple. From the view alone can understand the meaning of each question.

"I didn't ask you to come back here?" abbas asked his future wife.

"Fear you forgot when we fit clothes. Just ngingetin," said Sekar.

"Late this week, right? I'll pick you up tomorrow at the apartment. You don't need to pick me up." Abbas recalled his wedding day was approaching.

"OK dear." replied Sekar spoiled.

He loved Abbas more. It was Sekar who was chasing him. They only differ from one generation when they go to college first.

Rajasa did not listen to their conversation. He's still down. A moment of reflex patted Rajasa's back. His instincts as a psychologist just popped up.

"The crying is not wrong. Do not be ashamed when you have to shed tears. Quickly finish the problem." said Sekar encouraging.

Abbas is proud of his girlfriend, so good to anyone. Rajasa is shocked and happy to receive support from Sekar. Since starting dating and marrying Anelis she has never had that kind of support. Rajasa is more convinced, Sekar a good woman budinya.

"I went to Daisha's room first. Love counseling deh, pity him." said Sekar while leaving them. Abbas laughing.

"Yank's job is not me." Abbas reminded them of their field. Now no matter how he stayed straight, walked away from them.

Abbas smiled happily.

Sekar, very sweet.

Rajasa is still down. Rarely in his life did he cry. Lately, after his mother died he often shed tears. Abbas allowed Rajasa to understand his condition, waiting until Rajasa was in the mood. Sometimes men need to shed tears. Not to make him crybaby, but to sharpen his heart that already felt everything was fine. In fact, it is not always anything to be harbored alone. Men can also do vent sessions like women. Abbas gave a look. Looking at the dark blue sky.

Welcome to rain. Abbas spoke in his heart.