Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 15 - MISSED WORRY

Noiseless gestures, just lip gestures that read, "Later I'll call."

Anila did not dare to raise her head to find out the clarity. I don't know, he just didn't want all the good images in his mind to change.

Anila closed her eyes. Calm his heart, speak to himself. Everything's fine.

Anila turned back. Waving your hands at a car that has passed.

...***...

Without feeling, apparently Anila too long dissolved in a pile of things that were not clamorous. Not a single incoming phone was picked up, nor was the message replied to. Anila was immersed in the chaos of the room and her mind.

His eyes. Several times he stopped his hand movements compiling riots he made himself, to wipe his dewy eyes. Breathe longer, calming down to start again.

Anila's eyes caught something on the intercom. The intercom screen shows a picture of a person with bound hair. It took a while for Anila to realize her guest was on the ground floor. Maliq's? Why is he here?

Anila changed into more decent clothes. Decompose her hair, then fasten by collecting it all over her head. Anila saw how bad her face was. Moist eyes, pale face without make-up. Perfect, upset when trying to cover but in vain.

Anila met Maliq on the ground floor. Walk in slow steps, but not unexpectedly. The person waiting for him immediately ran towards him. Showing a face that is difficult to explain. Missing or worrying?

"An ...," he said as he looked at Anila for long without continuing the sentence. Anila was worried to hear his gaze.

"Udah open?" ask Anila. The question then makes it sound stupid, because the bases are very obvious. Obviously not yet open, azan alone has not been heard.

"Be ... not yet?" Maliq. It seemed like she was also confused by Anila's question.

"Open up here, yeah. It's Azan," hail Anila. Other pleasantries that will make him regret. Let Maliq see more real chaos, about him and his world. Perfect, Iila. Now Maliq will see how miserable you are, for it is in your heart.

"Hm .. But sorry the apartment is a mess" Anila said before opening the door to her apartment.

Maliq. Signs are not a problem. However, "Astagfirullah, An. You're out of berserk?" ask Maliq in shock.

Anila did not reply, only replying with a smile as she said, "Why did you come here, anyway?" Anila switched the conversation.

"I went to your office, said you were sick. Wrong phone itself is not lifted. Make people worry."

Worrying? This is the meaning of that look.

Anila breathed out loudly. "Tomorrow no need to send anymore." Anila felt bad about all forms of Maliq's attention.

"Yes, lah. It can also run out of my salary if every day you treat," seduks Maliq.

Again Anila only replied with a smile. There is no rebuttal. Like something was different. Anila would usually debate every sentence of Maliq.

"Sit down," Anila's orders pointed at the sofa. Anila herself moved away. Taking a plate, preparing drinking water, cutting fruit, all done in silence.

"Udah eat kolak we pray maghrib first, yes." Maliq breaks the silence. Anila enjoys compote in silence. Anila replied with a slow nod. Again, there is no rejection. Why is Anila so obedient, anyway? Nondescript.

"You've eaten, tarawih in the mosque, yes," pinta Anila. Anila did not want Maliq to linger to see his chaotic condition. After all, lingering with the opposite sex both in one room is certainly not good. Moreover, Anila never save the taste. Ever been? Anila was not sure. Either ever or still.

"Yes" answered Maliq briefly. "But .. you're fine …."

"What the hell? I'm Okay," cut Anila quickly with a forced little smile. "Well, yuk, I'll take you." Anila went to the door. Maliq picked up his bag, trailing right behind Anila.

Not yet Anila opened the door, she turned around because she forgot the key to the door she placed on the table. When she turned around, Anila accidentally hit Maliq's body until not far away.

Anila can smell the masculine scent of Maliq for real. It turned out to be a source of comfort from the parachute jacket. His chest offered warmth. Anila ignored the embarrassment, wrapping her hands around Maliq's body. Sontak Maliq shuddered trying to dodge.

"Just for a second, Mal. Please," pinta Anila withers. Doubt Maliq quietly resigned treated so. But then, his hand came in a circle encapsulating Anila's body with his arm. Anila's sobs turned into an unstoppable patter.

Anila was tired of pretending, acting like everything was fine. Anila was tired of hiding behind her busyness. Just today. Today he is weak. Let it be, today only. Yes, it was only today for him to be honest with himself. That, he's not okay.

...***...

Anila's wobble weakened, along with the loosening of the circular hand belt on Maliq's body. Anila kept her body away from Maliq, "Sorry," she said with the rest of the sobs.

"Yuk," Anila took the key and headed for the door.

"I went down by myself" said Maliq, who was still glued to his place. "You look tired. Enter the room, gih. Pray first, keep sleeping."

Anila still felt awkward about herself. It is not usually easy to be fragile in front of others. Anila nodded. Still, no objection. Approving the Maliq proposal.

Sleep is the best way to forget your sadness. Temporary.