ANELIC

Chapter 20

The rain outside is so heavy. Occasionally lightning struck through the window of Anelis' room. He used to feel so happy when he could spend a lot of time alone. Lock yourself in a room, spend with lots of books and write just about anything. This afternoon the rain was so sad. Adding to the sense of loneliness that almost every day fills. He wants to call Rajasa, but he won't bother him. Anelis.

Her stomach was not filled in from morning. Long time can not be invited to compromise as well. Anelis opened her phone, looking for the food menu she wanted to eat. Opening the food delivery application, Anelis looked for it many times, unfortunately he did not find what he wanted to eat. Anelis recalled that the menu could not be in the food delivery service. He decided to contact Nurma.

[Sister, ask for help pesenin meatballs deket office huh Kak. Many soy sauce same sambal aja, but separated.]

[Now?]

[Bareng Kak Nurma is fine. Please, brother. Not eating in the morning.]

[Yes]

Anelis was pleased. At least she still has Nurma who is like her sister. Nurma did not bother with the request of Anelis. After returning home he passed the apartment Anelis first and the meatballs were indeed their favorite.

Strangely, all the food supplies in the refrigerator did not taste good to Anelis. He tried to eat bread mixed with peanut butter, just filling his stomach that began to empty. The sweet taste of jam actually made him disembowel his stomach. He was nauseous for a moment. Anelis reflex to the bathroom, saliva feels bitter once in the throat. His head was dizzy, Anelis was getting unwell. Anelis returned to the kitchen. He drank water, hoping to get rid of the discomfort, unfortunately his stomach even rose. Only water comes out, and it gets bitter. Anelis resigned, he splashed down on the sofa of his TV room.

So dizzy. Anelis Mumbled.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell was heard. Anelis awoke from her sleep in just a moment, she grabbed the doorknob as hard as she could.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Nih baksonya den Ayu," said Nurma while lifting the parcel in her hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Thanks, brother, come in first,"

Anelis turns head. Asking Nurma to enter her apartment for a while. Anelis held her empty stomach. To stand up straight, it felt so heavy.

"You sick again, Ne? Rajasa where?"

Nurma took the initiative to take a bowl and pour the meatballs she brought. Seeing Anelis who began to be asked by Rajasa, Nurma felt pity. He remembered his condition first, he did not want Anelis to experience the same thing.

"Sit down first. Eating meatballs can not be if while sleeping," Nurma put meatballs on the table. "Rajasa? Not yet answered," Nurma sat next to Anelis.

"Busy Brother," Anelis turned excited, looking at the round meatball like a ping pong ball before him. "So deep aroma Brother, thank you," said Anelis with a smile.

He scoops a little meatball sauce that has not been added soy sauce and sambal. If you want to know it tastes good or not the way it is done. Anelis was carefree, the meatballs that went into his stomach did not rush to come out like peanut butter bread earlier.

"Yes.wah. Katane was not feeling well but was eating meatballs that way," Nurma was surprised to see her best friend who was endlessly scooping the meatball sauce.

"Nice taste, Brother, plus a really good taste. I don't know what the bitter taste is. Back to my mouth, brother. Hoek," Anelis grinned, recalling the bathroom back and forth earlier.

"Ehm. Lest you crave again Ne," Nurma put her index finger on her head. He thought of remembering the characteristics of pregnant people. And that looks at Anelis.

"Apaan kak, it is impossible to crave because of pregnancy," replied Anelis lightly, while still chewing round meatballs. It feels so delicious processed meat typical of Indonesia.

"Have a husband is impossible?! It's okay to get pregnant. Unless you don't have a husband, just got it wrong" Nurma doubted Anelis' words. Being pregnant is a natural thing for a wife. "Wish you checked the calendar late? Don't worry about when was the last time?" search Nurma on Anelis.

Anelis remained focused on spending the meatballs on the bowl. He lifted and finished his broth without rest.

"No idea, brother, forgot. I don't like it for sure, but this month the guests haven't come." Anelis put the bowl back. It still feels less exhausted one portion alone. "That's so good, brother." Anelis gave a thumbs up to Nurma. The power is immediately filled. Truly a favorite round meatball.

Nurma patted her face. He was amazed by his best friend. "Worse you, Ne." Nurma shook her head.

"Thank you, I've caught between meatballs. I think I'm going to sleep again, but the stomach is not because of the innate. The head is heavy too." Said Anelis after taking cold water from her glass.

"You're really craving that again. Tell Rajasa what you are doing today. Chat, don't be kept," Nurma again advises Anelis. He cares about his best friend who is much younger than him. "Well, I'll go home first, it's late afternoon. If this month does not get, do not forget to check. Buy in pharmacies a lot." said Nurma all farewell to Anelis.

Outside the rain was enough. Nurma only needed to use the mantle for a while to get to her house.

Anelis fell asleep again on the sofa of her apartment TV room. He kept his hands on his stomach. Nurma's sentence was deliberately not processed in his head. Getting pregnant? Impossible.

***

"Simple menu Sekar style, eat a lot of affection," Sekar pampered to Abbas. He added chicken soy sauce to Abbas's plate.

Abbas stared warmly at Sekar, lucky he had Sekar. It was just that he was too letting his lover wait for a long time. All because of the endless return in his life.

Mr. Rajendra started his first bribe, followed by the others. They spent the dinner in silence, occasionally smiling in amazement at the taste of Sekar's cuisine.

Rajasa looks at Abbas and Sekar who look in love with each other. Can he get Sekar's attention as well. He arranges a snaking question to his innermost heart. The other side of the heart still mentions the name Anelis. But every day he doesn't get this kind of treatment.

"Aren't you going to Yank?" abbas asked as Sekar was busy looking for signals for online taxi orders.

"If Daisha is what? Today he showed good progress. I don't want him to get out of your sight" he said, staying focused on his phone.

"How about Bas? Coincidentally going back to the company first. Can turn the direction a little if you want to go to Sekar hospital," Rajasa offered himself.

"Ah Yes I believe more that you are the same Rajasa. How's yank?" ask Abbas again.

Just think for a moment. If the direction of the road is the same no problem together. Rajasa also knew Abbas.

"okay, can. Nebeng ya Sa?" Smiling widely. A charming smile Rajasa.

Abbas waved his hand at Sekar and Rajasa. He again enjoyed his night at the residence of Mr. Rajendra.

Until when I am free to travel. Until when can I return to my real world.

Abbas closed the door, along with Rajasa's car which began to disappear from the front yard of Mr. Rajendra's house.

***

Rajasa is driving his car slowly. This opportunity will not be given twice. Rajasa starts his awkward chat with Sekar.

"When is the wedding plan? Don't forget that I was invited" he said, focusing on driving.

Just lazy to talk actually, but already given a ride he did not feel good.

"Three years ago. Backward up until now," Sekar pursed his lips. I hope Rajasa doesn't ask further.

"Hopefully this year is good for you" said Rajasa, who lied about his remarks. He saw Sekar at a glance, Sekar looked at the cakralawa from the glass .

"Amiin Sa's. Abbas kept busy, rather busy taking care of Daisha," Sekar turned his head, closing his mouth slightly. Whispering on Daisha's name.

"Oh.yes, yeah. Wiriness anyway," Rajasa replied in a whisper. Rajasa carved a smile on Sekar.

"Everyone who sees also understands. Ah fifteen more minutes at most. I'm going down in front of the hospital." Now loosen his seat belt.

"Can I exchange hp numbers? Just in case you ask about Daisha." Rajasa is stale.

Sekar did not answer, Rajasa gave up his phone. Just accept and type the number.

Rajasa calls Sekar's number. The ringing tone of a loud song sounded.

"Like that song?" ask Rajasa to Sekar who is keeping his number.

"Yes, that's a lot." Answer me briefly.

Rajasa focused on regulating his speed. He still wants to enjoy this moment. Rajasa plays a song from his car's playlist. It deliberately increases the volume. The same song with the ringtone of Sekar's phone.

Sekar did not expect. He smiled, glanced at Rajasa and replied. For a second Rajasa and Sekar look at each other, then hum through their favorite song.