Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 16 - LETTER OF AGREEMENT

Twice Maliq sent a message to Anila. Just a reminder of the time of Dzuhur and Ashar prayers. But both have no reply. Never give a reply, not read it. Is that how busy he is?

Before the hour out of Anila's office, Maliq stopped by to send her an iftar meal. Kolak banana and Soto Bandung. Hope Anila likes it. As she remembered, Anila had no dietary restrictions.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Take this for Ristanila. Thank you." Thank you." Maliq immediately turned around to leave the reception desk.

"I'm sorry, Mom," call someone from the reception desk. Make Maliq go away.

"Yes, why, Ma'am?"

"Anila's mom didn't come in today. Said his assistant was sick" he explained.

"illness?" ask Maliq wonder. What pain? They just talked on the phone this morning. There was absolutely no sign that Anila was sick.

"Yes, Mas. Two meetings were rescheduled because Anila's brother did not enter today" he added.

Anila to approve the meeting? Not exactly Anila. There must be something. "OK, Mommy. Thanks." Thanks."

Without thinking, Maliq headed for Anila's apartment. Before leaving Maliq took the time to contact Anila back. Vain. Dozens of calls and messages received no response from Anila. Oh my God, where are you, An? Not now, O God. Not when I just found him. Maliq repeated the prayer on his motorbike.

The usual journey this time felt so long. Traffic lights at each intersection seem to be compact slowing down the pace. As much as possible Maliq turned, entered, infiltrated no matter how small the gap. Passing through traffic jam before opening hours. As fast as she can get to Anila's apartment.

Maliq received no help at all from the receptionist. They tried to contact Anila, but nothing. There's no answer.

"Through the intercom, Mas," he suggested.

Long time, no answer. Maliq modar-mandir so agitated. Starting to give up and losing patience, Maliq stayed away from the intercom to the receptionist. "Sir, can you help me ride? I'm worried, Ma'am. Afraid of nothing. From noon I contacted him," said Maliq.

" Sorry, Mas. We can't give access to ...,"

"Maliq's?" Anila answered the intercom. Maliq immediately left the receptionist without waiting for the complete explanation.

There was a sense of relief seeing Anila's face even though it was only through the intercom. "Wait, I'll be there" Anila said.

Maliq. Maliq tried to calm himself by sitting his body. But the constantly swaying foot gesture could not hide his unease.

The elevator opens, Anila comes out of it. Wearing a shirt. Long kulot and my side arm tops. Her hair was tied up originally. Messy Up Bun hairstyle. That's what Maliq knew from friends in his office.

Without caring around. Maliq ran towards Anila who was walking with a gontai step.

"An ...," said Maliq. If only your embrace was stopped, I'd like to gather you in my chest, An. The bangs and the hair that fell irregularly to Anila's face made Maliq want to tidy it up. Upright. He should be able to keep himself from touching women who are not his right.

"Udah open?" tanya Anila suddenly disperse the reverie of Maliq.

"Be ... not yet?" maliq replied a little confused. Hasn't the Azan Maghrib not reverberated yet?

Allahuakbar .. Allahuakbar …

"Open up here, yeah. It's Azan," hail Anila.

Maliq followed walking behind Anila in silence. Withholding as many questions as possible, Why are you?

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

Maliq. It doesn't matter, does it, if your house or room is a little messy.

However, "Astagfirullah, An. You're out of berserk?" Maliq could not hide his surprise. Books, clothes, displays, to knickknacks that some Maliq do not know what his name is. Everything is out of place. It just sits randomly on the floor. Roughly, you could say this space is like .. depleted affected by earthquakes.

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? No. .. Maybe more on fear. Yes, that word best represents the feeling Maliq had a few minutes ago. Fear of losing .. again.

"More." Maliq offers a white crackle filled with food to break the fast.

"Tomorrow do not need to send anymore," said Anila while throwing a hard breath.

Why, An? That's the only way I can stay close to you. "Yes, lah. It could also run out of my salary if every day you treat," joked Maliq covered his disappointment.

Again Anila only replied with a small smile. There is no refutation.

"Sit down." Anila ruled while pointing at the sofa. Maliq complied, while not looking at Anila who was serving food breaking in silence. In fact, when it began to open, the two were still silent to each other.

"You've eaten, tarawih in the mosque, yes," pinta Anila. Maliq knows this is how Anila kicked him out. All right, it looks better that way. Maybe Anila needs some alone time right now.

"Yes" answered Maliq briefly. "But .. you're fine …." Finally Maliq could not hold the question that had been at the end of his tongue. Ensuring the condition of Anila. Although Maliq was almost convinced by Anila's answer.

"What the hell? I'm Okay," cut Anila quickly with a small, forced-looking smile. The answer Maliq had expected. "Well, yuk, I'll take you." Anila a little forced Maliq away.

Maliq can't hold himself here any longer. Although anxious still wrestle his heart and mind.

Maliq picked up the bag placed on the chair, then followed Anila. Unexpectedly, Anila turned around quickly until the body fight was inevitable. The bodies of Anila and Maliq are not far away now.

Maliq could smell Anila's hair for a split second. Astarghfirullah's. Sontak Maliq shuddered trying to dodge.

Not away, Anila even closer her body. Until the heat feels. "Just for a second, Mal. Please," pinta Anila withers.

Maliq is confused to do so. Feel Anila's hand now coiled in her body. Another impulse arose, the urge to immerse Anila deeper. I hope to absorb all the sadness. Maliq wrapped around Anila with his arm. Not subsiding, now the sobbing turns into an unstoppable patter.

What's wrong, An?

...***...

Longtime. Until the entire body of Maliq feels stiff. However, Maliq willing if it takes all night to subside sadnya. 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. Continue the initial goal of bringing Maliq home.

"I'll go down myself later" said Maliq. "You look tired. Enter the room, gih. Pray first, keep sleeping." Anila's apartment door uses a smart door lock. Without a card, a key, or a PIN, it cannot be opened from the outside. So Maliq can leave the apartment, without having to lock it for the safety of Anila.

However, it was impossible for Maliq to leave him at this time. At least he needs to calm down. Calm down to find out that Anila is better. Although he still did not want to tell the problem.

Anila nodded in her head that was deepening. Pass through Maliq, and into the only room in the apartment room.

...***...

Maliq sat on the sofa while looking around. Maliq imagined Anila living alone here. Not a big thing indeed. But living in a big city by yourself? How was Anila going through her days?

Little by little Maliq collected books that were still scattered on the floor. Put them together one by one in a place that he thinks is appropriate. Put some displays on an empty shelf.

Pick up some papers and combine them in cardboard that he finds. Maliq does not know which paper is still used which is not. So just tidying up without reading one by one. Until there was a paper that caught his attention. Paper with handwriting and stamped.

...AGREEMENT LETTER...

...I am signed below :...

...Name: Ranala Raia Danalaga...

...Place/Date of Birth: Bandung, May 17, 1980...

...It hereby declares regret and will not commit an affair that will hurt my wife. If in the future I make the same mistake, then it automatically falls on my wife named Nodya Ayu Ristanila....

...Thus I made this letter of agreement in a conscious and non-coercive state....

...Who makes a statement, though,...

...(.(.Ranala Raia Danalaga's...

...Knowing,...

...Witness 1 Witness 2...

...Adrian Danalaga Rachmadi S. H....

...***...

Annila.... Maliq stared at the door. The door to her and Anila's existence.

...***...

...Accept ****you****** that you've read so far....

...InshaAllah in the future will be more insight that can be taken. Hopefully helpfully....

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