Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 17 - PLEASE LET ME IN

Anila's room door opened. Anila smoothed her tanned hair with her fingers. Make it one in a roll.

Anila's eyes combed the entire room of her apartment. As he remembered when he left the middle room his state was still very chaotic. Is he delirious and sleepwalking, then tidying things up? Ah, it's impossible. Nothing in Anila's history is delirious or sleepwalking.

Suddenly, a faint sound of iron clashing sounded from the direction of the kitchen. Anila turned to look past the bar table. There is a shadow moving. One more step Anila approached, closing her mouth to hold back the cry. "Maliq's?"

"Hi, are you awake?" tanyanya relax.

"What are you doing?" Anila asked a rhetorical question.

"Boy, did you see me again what? Pole dance is that?" maliq answered while lifting the spatula in his hand.

"Huh?" Anila clearly understood what Maliq was doing. It's just, why did he cook at Anila's apartment. "Keep, how come, can you come in? Which way?"

Maliq did not answer. Just pointing at the door of Anila's apartment.

"O, yeah, of course. You're not Peter Parker, anyway." Anila thunts.

"Rooks. Don't say you are …." Anila. Maliq nodded while showing a mischievous smile, as if he knew Anila's advanced sentence.

"No way!" Anila cupped both hands to her chest.

"What?" Maliq does not believe in the gesture that Anila showed. It was as if he had already committed immoral acts on Anila.

"You don't .. ngapa-ngapain ...," said Anila stammered, still hugging herself.

"Hallo!" maliq said as he waved right in front of Anila's face. "You skipped, huh? Yesterday's bad feeling, who, huh?"

Anila's face was heating up. If he could see his own face, it would have turned as red as a tomato. "I'll go to the bathroom first." Anila dodged, leaving Maliq still riveted with his frying pan and spatula.

"Yeahhh...." Anila let out a rough breath. He looked at the mirror in the bathroom. Bodoooh, give Anila to herself. Why he lost control last night. It clearly does not describe Anila at all. Anila is tough, strong, independent. Collapsed all.

"An, let's sahur." Maliq knocked on the bathroom door. Anila was in it too long. Plus there was no sound or answer, making Maliq even louder to knock on the door.

"Yes! Anila!" This time the volume of Maliq's voice was getting higher.

Anila was still staring at the door that many times knocked Maliq. Can he face Maliq after last night?

Anila breathes masygul. Able or incapable, I must face. Until when he stays in the bathroom. Maliq could be desperate to break this door.

I heard the bathroom key open. Maliq stepped back, giving room to Anila. The bathroom door opened slowly. Anila came out with a head. Shame and. ah. I don't know what it's like. Promiscuous.

"Finally, you passed out" said Maliq. "Let's eat. I made fried rice."

It's lucky Maliq doesn't talk about it anymore. At least for now he can act like nothing happened. At least he can eat the sahur quietly, replenishing the energy. Doesn't pretending to be happy take a lot of energy?

"Yeah .. fried rice doang, anyway, can. Sorry, yes, I opened your fridge. Those are the ingredients I know. The rest ...," explained Maliq as he shrugged.

Maliq and Anila enjoy the sahur in silence. Anila continued to stare at the food on her plate, while Maliq stole a glance from the tip of her eye. What he should do, regarding the letter of agreement Maliq found. Whether he dared to ask Anila or stay like this, behaving as if he knew nothing.

If you remain silent, will Anila be able to get through all this on her own again? After last night's incident? Feels not.

"Aargh…." Maliq scratched the rough of his head that was not itchy.

"You... why?" ask Anila. Maliq forgot, in front of him was Anila who now stopped eating and looked at him in wonder.

"Eng.no. Good fried rice?" Maliq distracts. The question only gets a nod and the index finger gestures stick to the thumb, forming an okay symbol. Anila did not reply, her mouth full of food now.

Maliq was happy to see Anila's appetite. It seems like his heart condition is better than yesterday.

"I did" said Anila as Maliq prepared his food. Maliq retreated to distance Anila. Fearing that getting too close will cause skin friction that can cause more shock effects for Maliq.

"Yes already. I'm wudu first."

"OK," Anila replied without turning away, while continuing her activities.

Anila performs congregational dawn prayers with Maliq. There was a calm feeling of hearing the letters that Maliq had recited. Although Anila and Maliq both knew, this was not true.

Maliq offered prayers solemnly, pleading for oral fluency and good inspiration. End with a prayer in Indonesian, O Allah, if this should happen, it will happen. I am ready for what will happen after. Servant just can't let it stay late any longer.

"An." They were still both on the prayer mat, Maliq turned around. Staring at women in a white face. Her face looked plain without makeup, and was glowing due to the reflection of the light rays.

"Hmm?" Anila instantly lowered her gaze the moment their bead eyes met. It should have been like that, but Maliq could not take his eyes off the women before him.

"I'm sorry I was so presumptuous." Maliq took out a piece of paper. "I'm meeting this." The eyes of Maliq are still not separated from Anila. Waiting for Anila's reaction. Maliq is ready to accept anger, or even slap though because of his sassness. Maliq no longer cared.

Seen from the look on her face, Anila held her breath for a few seconds. Before the puddles of water in his eyes bore the river. Anila cupped her face with both palms. Repeatedly breathing and throwing it away. Maliq knew that Anila was trying her hardest to control herself.

Maliq's hands were white, clenching hard. The greater the desire of Maliq to approach, to give tranquility, to infiltrate the strength, the harder the fist. Holding as much as possible to not move closer.

Slowly, Anila opened her palm. This time it was Maliq who held his breath. Prepare for Anila's worst reaction. But there is no word, no explanation. Anila just looked at Maliq without blinking. The view that Maliq himself finds difficult to interpret.

"An... Please let me in?" Maliq stared at Anila sharply. Trying to convince Anila to give access to her life.

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...About, Anila Ngizinin Maliq goes deeper into her past no, huh?...