Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 11 - A THING THAT WILL NOT (YET) CHANGE

"Because you're in Bandung." Maliq paused for a moment, "Who knows, there was one moment where our food menu was the same" he continued.

"Basic random man. Keep eating with the same menu what? Yes, the times that eat lead I doang," said Anila. Anila is not out of thought with the Maliq way of thinking which she thinks becomes very.

Maliq just chuckled not to continue the discussion about food.

"Motor Father?" Anila turned her head to see an old Maliq motorbike parked under the rain.

Maliq shook his head, then the same looked at the motorbike which was now drenched in droplets of water that fell without pause. "It's been sold" he replied. Both are equally silent. Seven years is certainly a lot of news that Anila missed. "For treatment" continued Maliq.

"Sick father?" asked Anila with round eyes.

Again Maliq shook his head. Not only were Anila's eyes round, now her eyebrows were approaching each other. "Now ... You are not sick" Maliq said with a forced smile. "My father doesn't feel sick anymore. Insha Allah husnul khatimah."

Innalillah. Anila went awry, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"The toughest year" cried Maliq with a voice almost choked. "Two people mean the most to go." Anila let Maliq continue the story without interrupting. It must be hard to tell about the departure of a loved one. "Sample hopeless. I don't want to go to college. If suicide is acquired, it may be …."

"Astaghfirullah's. Istighfar, Maliq," argued Anila.

"And, if," Maliq replied beginning to cry again. "But no, I was. I'm not married yet. Loss is very dead," seducer Maliq saw Anila who still round the eyes of disbelief.

"Ih, not funny. Not a good joke." Anila sewot, turn. Lips cone.

There was a remnant of laughter on Maliq's lips at Anila's behavior. Then back to silence, the same dissolves in each other's minds.

...***...

"The rain is getting worse. You take an Online Taxi, yes," Maliq advised.

"You?"

"I'm following your Online Taxi to the apartment."

Anila looked at the watch that was coiled around her wrist. It's been night indeed. Anila has to prepare some files for tomorrow's presentation. Maliq must be the same. There is a lot to do on Monday.

Anila nodded, having no other choice. Maliq ordered a Taxi Online from his mobile phone.

"Udah is coming" Maliq said, looking at the app on his phone.

"I'm home, yes" said Anila with a heavy heart. Undeniably, there is a happy time with Maliq.

"Okay, I'm behind you."

From behind the window of the water-dropped car, Anila made sure Maliq was ready with his raincoat. "Wait a minute, yes, sir," Anila orders a Taxi Online driver. After the wait was ready, Maliq was already seen sitting in the steering chair of his motorbike. Anila also ruled, "Road, sir, but slowly. Let the rear motor not miss."

That's how their friendship is. Care about each other without much interrogation. Understand without going deep. Letting it to find comfort then reveals.

...***...

Anila entered her apartment. His condition was still the same as it was this morning when he was left behind. Anila missed the apartment cleaning schedule. A full day with Maliq. Different flavors become one. Happy, comfortable, and anxious at the same time. I don't know, there's one disturbing feeling, hinting something's wrong.

After cleaning up, Anila again remembered Maliq. Has he reached home yet? He's in a cold, isn't he? Ah, stupid. A full day was spent with Maliq, but they did not exchange numbers.

Anila twirled the phone in her grasp. Unlock it, see the lighted screen, then turn it back off. Doubt, but great curiosity drives him. Anila pressed a series of numbers that were not stored in her phone's memory. However, his fingers quickly dangled eleven numbers, which were still very much remembered by his brain and finger reflexes.

Anne: "Hey."

Anila: "Have you arrived?"

Anila: "It's me, Anila."

Anila stared at the mobile screen that displayed the chat room. It feels like a long time waiting for the hour mark to tick. Anila almost gave up. It seems to be true, everything will change over time. Including the number Maliq used. Maliq must have changed the number.

Lost hope, Anila put the phone still on on the bedside nightstand. However, suddenly the clock mark turned into a tick one, and quickly turned into a tick two. Quickly Anila took back the phone with one hand. While the other hand that was still free restrained his cry by covering his own mouth. Maliq was right, not everything about him changed. Even the number is the same.

One minute, two minutes later. Anila tried to beat her fatigue and drowsiness to wait for a reply from Maliq. The message was not read by Maliq. The two check marks have not changed color. Anila looked over as she spread her body, expectantly. His eyes were tired for too long staring at the screen. A second Anila fell asleep, the thing in her grasp shook. Causes effects such as hypnotic jerk, or a jolt in sleep.

It takes a few times Anila blinked her eyes to restore the focus of vision.

08XXXXXXX39: "Alhamdulillah has arrived at the contract. Thank you for today."

Heart rate that was originally calm because of the fleeting sound, suddenly want to jump from his place when reading a reply Maliq chat.

Anila replied: "Alhamdulillah, thank God that you have arrived. Happy break. You welcome. Next time I buy, yeah."

Instead of pressing the send button, Anila deleted the message. Retype and type before sending it.

Anne: "Annytime."

...***...

...***Duh, Anila's a badass, yes....

...Use delete and retype. Afraid of being aggressive, though. 🤭***...