Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 1 - AUTHORITARIAN

“Sar, is everything ready?” Anila checked the goods on the office minibus car. 

“Su ... already, Ma'am,” replied Sari while biting the tip of her lips in doubt. 

Anila took a rough breath. “Keep, we wait for what?” Anila turned to face Sari with her arms crossed. Anila knew something was wrong. 

“A .. anu, Mbak.” 

Anila raised both eyebrows quickly along with the head movement. Can't wait for Sari's answer. 

“His father Rima is in the hospital, Mbak,” said Sari quickly in one breath. 

“Rima? Who's Rima?” sindir Anila's. 

“Rima, SPG (Sales Promotion Girl) us, Ma'am. The hair ...” 

“I don't care about her hair, her face, her legs. Who am I asking, who is Rima until we have to wait for her? Until we have to postpone departure.” There's no answer. Sari lowered her head deeply. 

“When does he give you news?” Anila slightly tilted her head in order to see Sari's face getting bowed. 

“Se ... overnight, Mbak.” 

“Every night? During that time you also do not look for a replacement?” Anila's voice was not loud, but managed to intimidate Sari. 

“But Rima needs work in ...” 

“If he does need, he will prioritize, Sari!” refute Anila. “This is all your fault,” pause Anila before continuing, “If you do not have a replacement to follow us now, you must replace Rima.” 

“I .. Yes, Mbak.” 

“It's dawn again,” whispered Anila to herself. Anila looked at the coiled branded chain clock in her hand. “Pak, we go!” anila's orders to the office driver. Followed by some SPG into a minibus car with all-red branding. “Sari, you come with my car!” anila's orders suddenly. 

“Ba .. good, Mbak.” Sari. His head immediately lifted, immediately carrying the entire exhibition needs. 

*** 

Silence without a sound in the white sedan car. Both Sari and Anila were silent. Busy with their own minds. Anila concentrated with the streets are still dark and deserted. 

Women over a quarter of a century old were enjoying being quiet like this. The moon seems willing to shift, ready to be replaced. Most residents of the metropolis chose to take refuge behind brick walls, protecting themselves from the cold of the morning. There are only a few of the same ones passing by. 

While Sari was busy thinking about the talking materials to melt the atmosphere. However, I did not find the right topic. The topic that he thought could make Mbak Anila forget his mistake. Finally he chose to quietly look blankly out the window. 

The white sedan slowed down, pulled over, then stopped right in front of the green building. Sari looked towards the driver, hoping for an explanation, why to stop. Though they were chasing time, to arrive at the exhibition site before the streets were crowded on the weekend. 

“Call the office driver, make them stop here too,” Anila's orders remain without explanation. 

Sari quickly pressed the black flat object that had been in her grasp. Sari looked around, finding a sign that was quite striking. Hopefully the sign can make it easier for office drivers to find its existence. Girl

the typical height of SPG was involved in a short conversation, the more faintly heard by Anila. 

Anila got out of her car, waiting for Sari to do the same. But what was waiting for did not come out. Anila was forced to reopen the steering wheel. “Sar, come!” bring Anila. 

“A .. anu, Ma'am. Where to go, huh?” 

“Why? You again hitch?” ask Anila wonder. Is it not clear that the voice of Adhan was loud. It did not seem necessary for Anila to explain where her goal was. 

The lips of the Sari were rounded without sound. But still flinch. “I ... wait in the car only, yes, Ma'am. Sa ... yes already make up-an.” Sari stammered around looking for an excuse. 

The famous boss of the judges opened his mouth in disbelief with the one he had just heard. “Come out now, we pray!” urged Anila not to heed Sari's ridiculous excuse. 

Anila and Sari street almost side by side. Sari's position is a little behind. Anila slowed her steps until she was level with Sari. "See you how much. Do not let you be miserable in the world, miserable also in the afterlife.” Anila again accelerated the way following the arrow that read ‘wudu wan’. 

 *** 

Sayup heard religious music playing on the radio. Anila moved the channel through the buttons on the steering wheel. Change the voice of the lecture. Instead of listening, Anila chose to turn it off. After dawn like this, not many radio broadcast options were of interest to him. Radio broadcasts if not lectures, yes, religious songs. 

“Sar,” exclaims Anila slowly but surprises Sari. 

“Iya, Mbak.” Sari immediately focused her gaze. His eyes were fixed on the female with the Korean Bun model's spiky hair on the side. For a moment she admired the beauty of her superior even without makeup. 

“You open the dashboard drawer.” Anila ruled with her hands pointing at the drawer in front of Sari. Making Sari gasp. “That envelope contains money for the settlement stand. Don't forget to ask for receipts. You didn't forget to bring the stampede, did you?” guess Anila. 

“No, Ma'am. I brought some for backup too.” This time Sari was confident. 

“OK. The rest make money to eat, and transport SPG children. Remember my message?” 

“Remember, Ma'am. Buy healthy food for SPG. Don't give her raw love.” 

“Good! puji Anila's. “I don't want to cooperate with sick people. What else is the disease made by itself. Make a fuss,” continued Anila. “Bikin schedule their breaks and prayers. Do not be late to eat and pray.” 

“Iya, Mbak.” 

“Udah?” ask Anila to make sure. 

“Abanya, Mbak?” 

“Bikin schedule, Sari!” 

“Ready, later I make, Ma'am.” 

“Continue now what do you want? Enjoying scenery? You think we're outing again? Now, Sari! You I brought in my car for coordination, not recreation!” insinuate loudly Anila again. 

Without further objection, Sari opened the Note application on her phone. Busy moment. “Already, Mbak.” 

“Well, that's dong. Let there be a point in you coming with me.” This time there was a warm smile from the tip of Anila's lips. The sun that began to dare to appear. 

At the helm, Anila played a white gold ring that coiled around her ring finger. It disturbs Sari's curiosity. The atmosphere is starting to warm. This can be used as a matter of pleasantries, thought Sari.

"Mbak, weekend gini Mbak not the same way husband?  To Bandung, is that it? Or your husband doesn't go to Jakarta?" Sari asked without hesitation. Because he was really curious about the husband figure of his boss. What kind of man can conquer a woman as tough and independent as Anila. Certainly successful men with full dignity, who are able to compensate Anila, thought Sari. 

The woman behind the wheel looked at Sari. Not believing the question that Sari dared to raise. Hope Sari disallowed her question. However, the questioner was insensitive to his mistake. 

"Sari,” exclaimed Anila in a low tone then continued, “i hire you to take care of business. Not my business." 

Sari immediately realized the mistake of her question. "Ma .. sorry, Ma'am." 

Unfortunately, Sari's question brings Anila's mind back to memory seven years ago. When Anila decided to accept Mas Ranala as her husband. 

*** 

Qobiltu Nikahaha wa Tazwijaha bil Mahril Madzkur Haalan. 

Readings that are not too long, but sacred. Being able to unite two people who were originally no one, became lawful in the eyes of God. Words that contain not only romance, but obligation, responsibility, and most importantly the Rida of the Most Love.

With Sundanese custom, Ranala—laki fifteen years difference with Anila—wearing white beskap. Similar patching that extends from the shoulders to the chest. White brown cloth wrap as subordinate. Blankon with the same color and motif, framing the face firmly Ranala. 

Anila and Ranala sat next to each other. The leader asked them to face each other. Giving instructions to Ranala to hold Anila's crown. Lead sentence by sentence, reciting a meaningful prayer, "O Allah, I ask Thee for the good of him and the good Thou hast decreed upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness which Thou hast set upon him." 

This is the height of romance. Not just the words I Love You. But the whole acceptance of the couple, both good and bad. There was a clear grain dripping on the end of Mas Ranala's eyes. But it was immediately removed when he found out Anila had caught him. Anila was equally interested. The same clear dew dripped. But lately Anila realized the difference in the meaning of their tears.