Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 12 - AS IT USED TO BE

Sunlight through vitrase. Anila was used to opening the curtains before the sun preceded her. Today feels different, unlike yesterday which feels just a regularity. The repeated habit. However, this time it is like there is a spirit that creates the curvature of the lips in every activity.

"Good morning," said Anila as soon as she entered the marketing room with a small glass made of espreso paper.

"Pa ... morning, Ma'am?" one of the staff members hesitated. While the others looked at each other, similarly asking inwardly, The Boss why?

Anila was indifferent to the astonished look of some of her subordinates. He walked towards the room surrounded by glass. It contained one large table of its own. Put a handbag and coffee on the table, then turn on the laptop.

After checking some incoming emails, Anila contacted the receptionist by cable phone at her desk. "Bak, Sari has come? I called his phone but didn't connect."

"No, no, Ms. Anila." she replied.

"OKAY. When you come, tell my room, yes" Anila asked someone at the reception desk. Anila's opponent spoke up. "Thank you" exclaimed cheerful Anila hanging up the phone.

"I .. yes, Ma'am," the receptionist replied slightly dumbfounded.

Not long after, the shoulder-haired woman knocked on the glass door of Anila's room. "Come in," Anila ordered while still staring at her laptop screen.

The woman with the shirt and trousers came in with her head down.

"Sit down" said Anila pointing at the chair across from hers.

"Mbak ...," said Sari was about to explain something but stopped. "Sorry, the phone was not picked up. Again at ojek."

"It's okay. Not yet at work, is it?" anila replied with a smile.

If Madam Anila had smiled like this the sign was only two. A smile of pleasantries or a smile of triumph because it has the key to dropping. Where both of them would both disappear in the blink of an eye, and change with a sentence of checkmate.

Sari's heart feels free and free-fall from its place. Afterward, Sari did not dare to look at her boss.

"You haven't emailed the event report yesterday?"

The thing that Sari was afraid of happened. Sari was too tired last night so did not have time to work on the report. After all, sending a Sunday night report will only open on Monday morning. Self-defense in the heart. Nahas had not had time to finish the report, had hunted asked Anila.

"Cruel enough, huh?" tanya Anila broke Sari's mind.

"What do you do, huh, Ma'am?"

"Finish the report, keep sending it to me for me to learn. After that time frame for the entire team's evaluation meeting before lunch."

"Ba .. good, Ma'am. Soon I finish and I send."

"okay." Anila pointed at the exit with her palm open. Gesturing the conversation is over.

Sari turned her back to Anila towards the door. Just as she held the doorknob and prepared to pull, Anila called out, "Sari."

The owner of the name turned around, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Thank you, yeah."

Sari rounded her eyes in amazement. "Sa .. same, Ma'am."

Sure enough, Sari kept her words. Not yet an hour, an email containing reports of yesterday's exhibition was already perched sweetly in the top row of inboxes. Complete with presentation slides that Sari will explain during the evaluation.

At nine more, Sari had already prepared the meeting room. Laptop and LCD projector for presentation displays. Do not forget mineral water and fruit as a snack. Sari understood very well, his boss avoided snacks made from wheat. So, Sari chose to be safe by serving fruits.

Anila entered the room that was complete with all her team personnel.

"Please, Sari." Anila invited Sari forward and explained all the achievements, events, obstacles to her findings during the exhibition.

"OKAY. What would you do then?" tanya Anila encourages Sari to find her own solution.

Sari expressed her opinion. Not entirely accurate. There was still a little less, but there was no intimidation from Anila.

"okay, good. Just a little extra from me. We can't just rely on mall visitors. We cannot stand with the organizers to bring in the masses. Please make an appointment with the IT department for us to collaborate related to each exhibition and event that we make. Request access to real time updates. It can touch people directly. Especially if you know the inventory of goods is thinning or the discount will end. Can make a bad effect. That is very profitable for us," explained Anila at length without moving from her chair.

As planned, the evaluation meeting ended before Azan Dzuhur. Anila planned to take the mukena in her study, then to the musala. However, someone from the reception desk called him. "Sir Anila, sorry, there's a delivery."

Anila wondered in her heart. I don't think he's waiting for a package. "Thank you, yeah."

Anila flipped the brown paper bag to take out the rest of its contents. There's just a piece of tissue and a pair of plastic spoons. There is no information on the sender.

Anila picked up her phone hoping for an answer there. He scrolls the screen of the incoming message list. Some skip. Until it stops at a number that has not been saved.

08XXXXXXX39: "Liar far away, we will eat with the same menu again. Lotek and es cendol."

A silly message that could make Anila laugh on her own. Basic, absurd.

"Sir, pray now?" ask someone suddenly. I don't know when it came, he was already in front of the door of Anila's room that was still open. I hope she doesn't realize my strange behavior, Anila said.

"Yes," answered Anila flatly as she left her food on the table, carrying her mukena bag and cell phone. Anila waited for the elevator door to open while typing a reply message, "Salat first, kali." Anila tried to reply as flatly as possible.

...***...

The sun has slipped. The moon rises to replace it. Anila who had performed Maghrib prayers improved for a while before leaving the room. The marketing room is empty, there are no people.

Tomorrow's the first day. Most choose to go home on time to catch the first day at the mosque with their families. While Anila, welcome Ramadan with mediocrity. Tarawih was in the apartment alone.

A motor sits right next to the guard post. The engine is on, and so are the lights. A little dazzling so that it is not clearly visible motorbike or the rider.

When Anila was right beside the guard post to tap the parking card, Anila found Maliq sitting on his motorcycle. "Maliq's?" call Anila.

"Finally out too. Yuk!" bring him.

"Where?"

"Tarawih, that. Ramadan month of courtship, "goda Maliq. "That, tuh, he, mah, sir. Want to fast alone, right, I can not refuse, yes," continued Maliq as if talking to the security guard. The guard at the post was seen hiding laughter.

Anila thunts. "Don't be horrified, sir." Anila made a gesture by putting her index finger on her forehead.

Maliq looked up at Anila wrong. "Come, ah, sneak. Hunt isya."

Like a buffalo poked in his nose. Anila tailed the Maliq motorway. He turned, and arrived at a large mosque.

"I wudu first," said Anila leaving Maliq to the place of wudu women. Finished wudu, Anila who is not hijab wearing a mukena top to cover her hair and head. While the lower mukena is still in her line.

"God's Masya. Very beautiful wife ...," said Maliq suddenly when Anila out of the place wudu. "...People," he continued by whispering and grimacing showing his little teeth.

...***...

"Hi, wife..," said Maliq. "... people," he said again but shrewdly. "Where's the best?" seductress Maliq who was already standing in the place of women's footwear.

"Sorry, who, huh?" anila asked in passing, pretending not to know. Make some people look in wonder towards Maliq.

"Well, the wife of the man." Maliq chased after Anila who left him. "Eat, yuk. Laper." take Maliq when it has managed to align Anila's steps. Clearly not getting Anila's response. Only answered with a sharp eye. Anila kept walking towards her car.

Maliq smiled with satisfaction. Anila was on her seat. Barred plastic coated wooden table. Waiting for each one serving of satay that is being burned.

"Kok, you changed?" tanya Anila opened the conversation.

"Huh?" the person asked did not understand the direction of the conversation.

"Yes, you. Unaltered. Yesterday time at the hotel was really good. But now …." Anila hung up her sentence.

"I never change, An." Maliq's expression changed from rancid to serious. "I am angry ...," continued Maliq.

"Because I hit you?" cut Anila.

Maliq. "I'm angry with myself, An." A few moments quiet. "Because you changed."

"But this, right ...," Anila argued.

"It's not my responsibility, indeed," Maliq cut. "I'm also confused as to why I'm so angry when I see your new look. There are parts of your life that I don't accompany, until you finally decide to be like this." Anila's forehead wrinkled, listening questioningly but not revealed.

"Until the end, that night. I'm trying to make peace. Trying to forgive yourself. Not completely, indeed. It's still a process, yes. Accept the new." Maliq turned, "thank you, Mas." Satay their order has come.

That's how influential, is it, my change for you, Maliq? Ranala is just ordinary. Anila was stunned, neither answering nor responding to Maliq. However, his heart aches when he finds out that Maliq is having trouble forgiving himself just because of his change.