Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 21 - DO YOU LOVE ME?

"There was a message from Queen" said naive Anila.

Ranala pulled her car over. Opened the phone and did not find the message that Anila mentioned.

"So accidentally erased because of shock when Papi was angry," explained Anila. "I'm sorry," he continued, putting on a pouting face, cupping both palms in front of his nose.

Without answering, Ranala shook her head while breathing rough. Not enough, Ranala throws just any phone on the dashboard. Anila gasped in a voice she was not ready to hear. But keep thinking, not nothing, just the sound effect of the movement of putting things from a certain height. 

"If I may know, did you last night walk with Viona?" asked Anila who was still unaware of Ranala's anger.

Without answering, Ranala shifted the gear lever on Drive, then ran the car in silence.

***

"I've arrived" said Anila on a bluetooth headset attached to her ear. Anila shut off the car engine.

"I ... two more turns until. Yeah, close it, all right."

"Be careful, yes," Anila's message to Maliq that is still connected via voice call.

"OKAY. The real work. Don't think much, yeah. I'll pick you up."

Anila blushed with Maliq's attention.  "Bye," he said, ending the conversation. Without realizing it, an arch was created on Anila's lips.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" Maliq said.

"Eh, yes. Assalamu'alaikum ustaz," Anila's god. This time the arch had turned into a ripple.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Maliq replied while keeping his smile.

There is happiness and guilt. Happy because Anila wants to open up. Guilty of Anila's early marriage, Maliq was outraged. Cussing, praying bad for Anila. If true, Anila was unhappy in her marriage.

***

Anila leaned her back roughly on the car seat. Dilemma felt. One side of the burden that had been carried alone, finally began to divide. It feels lighter, indeed. On the other side, fiuuuh. The brown-haired woman exhaled through her mouth. Make his bangs slightly raised, before falling back in position.

"Sir, the IT team has arrived. We start the meeting?" A message came in.

In the meantime, let me enjoy all this comfort. Until then he will find his own mouth. Anila got out of her car, lightly stepping into the meeting room with a fluffy grin.

***

"Hi, have you come?" Anila did not expect Maliq to come so soon.

"Come, hurry. The hunt will be jammed later."

Anila who does not know where the destination just tailed behind Maliq. The Maliq custom always goes ahead, walking in front of Anila. Not just Anila, but in front of all the women. It is easier to keep your eyes on him, he said.

Sometimes he looked back to make sure his steps could be followed by Anila.

"Basement?" ask Anila when Maliq presses the B button, the basement on the elevator.

"Your car's in the basement, right?"

"Yes. But I think we're gonna open on this deck. Stay the way, right?"

"Lock!" pinta Maliq without answering Anila's question.

"Well, you don't have a bike?"

"Lock!" reworked.

Basic, forger. Stupidly, Anila just came along again.

Maliq unlock via remote. The man with bound hair was half running towards the wheel. Anila followed along with long and quick steps. Rush very. Where the hell are you going?

"Well, now we've just discussed all your questions." Finally Maliq made a sound after coming out of Anila's office building.

"I don't have a motor. I put a motor in the office. I came here online to be more effective and save gasoline." Maliq spoke fluently without pause, surfing the steering wheel with a focused view to the road. It seemed that he did not want to waste time.

"OKAY. But in...?" Anila hung up her sentence to continue Maliq.

"We'll see. What's clear is that I've been making a tarawih tour schedule for us for a month." Maliq grinned until he saw his small teeth.

"What's? So we moved the mosque?"

"Yes, it's exciting, isn't it?"

Anila shrugged her shoulders, not knowing if it would be exciting or not. This is clearly the first time tarawih random with random people who only capitalize maps.

***

"So...how does it go?" maliq asked while looking at the sidewalk from the top. Yeah, they're already at the top, Bogor. Maghrib and tarawih prayers are there. The mosque is beautiful. The imam read a letter. Not in vain here. It can definitely make a cool heart, air academy.

"Sorry?" tanya Anila did not understand where the direction of Maliq talks. At first glance Anila looked at Maliq's jaw which was clearly visible because her hair was neatly tied back. Yes, when the Maliq prayer unbinds the hair of the shoulder. The law binds hair to men during prayer. Where if done will not get sin, but if abandoned will get a reward.

"Yes, your story. Not done yet, is it?"

"Oh, about Mas Rana?" Anila.

"Yes, about that." Somehow mentioning Ranala's name became difficult for Maliq. It was already on the tip of the lips, but it could not be spoken.

"Yes, I'm naive. I didn't realize that Mas Rana was angry at that moment. Absolutely," Anila insisted began her story.

***

"Mas," called Anila to Ranala who immediately slammed the car door upon arrival at home. Ranala left Anila inside the house.

Maybe Mas Rana is too tired. Until lazy to talk, muttered Anila in the heart.

The woman in a flannel shirt entered the house that was still lit by several lights, as a result of being left overnight. While turning off the switch, Anila swept her gaze. There was no Ranala, it seemed to have entered the room.

When the door to Anila's room opened, Ranala who was sitting on the side of the bed moved. Passing Anila who was still glued to the door. Anila only realized, Ranala was avoiding her. 

Without a second thought, Anila preceded Ranala's steps, and blocked her path. "Mas, why, anyway?" ask Anila plain.

The man with the mustache and beard fused it had no choice but to answer. After all, she could not move, considering that Anila was blocking her path with her arms open. "Come on, Anila. You still ask me why?" Ranala turned away from Anila.

Anila looks at chasing Ranala. For him the matter should be discussed, not left. "Yes . I don't know what my fault is. But we were still fine…."

"Yes, it's fine. We're fine before I know if you open my HP. I have never, yes, compromised your privacy. And I hope you can be like that too."

Anila's face was heating up. My pronouns-you again? "All right, fine. All this time I have never disturbed Mas Rana's personal realm. Even if I go in there too. We are not you or me. Marriage has created us. It's no longer your house, it's my home, it's our home. It's not your problem, it's mine, it's our problem. Not about you, about me, but about us. We, Mas. Us!" Anila did not blink at all, showing how serious her sentence was.

"Why does Mas Rana seem to put limits. Up to this, loh, you can know about me." Anila raised both palms face to face, gesturing only part of the area that Anila could enter.

"I don't know, I don't know Mas Rana. It's natural, right, if I ask. Ask directly to Mas, not to the la..," not yet Anila finished her sentence, Ranala cut.

"If you already know also not necessarily you understand," said Ranala. Only then did Anila get her husband's treatment. Although it is usually not warm, but not as rough as it is.

"Just let me try!" challenge Anila.

"Not to start, huh. Watch out!" Ralana was trying to get rid of Anila who was covering her path.

"How, if it starts .. Does Mas love me?"

Ranala stopped her rebellion. Looking at Anila as if saying, are you sure of your question?

Anila nodded as if understanding Ranala's mind.

"Surge!" Ranala's orders.

"Come on's. It's not a hard question. Do you love me?" force Anila.

Ranala gave up on Anila's unyielding attitude. He won't stop until he gets an answer.

"I'm trying to…,"