Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 22 - SHOCK TOUCH

"I'm trying to." replied Ranala. There was a look of regret from the bright brown-eyed man's face. Regretting his emotions, honesty was finally forced to be revealed.

Instantly Anila felt her body go limp. As much as possible his hand grabbed whatever it could reach. Honey, there's no good stuff for her body to rest on. The only nearby objects capable of reaching are only monochrome walls.

Anila dropped her body there. Better than resigned to gravity directly slumped to the floor.

I'm trying to. The same sentence keeps repeating in the mind of the woman with the black pashmina still leaning against the wall.

So, all this time Ranala did not love him. All is clear now, why in three months of marriage has not been implemented honeymoon with busy reasons. Why every day Ranala overtime until dark, even often Anila has fallen asleep so tired waiting. All the reasons now.

The man in the same work clothes since yesterday seemed to have gotten his way by pulling over Anila. He decided through Anila so as not to have more regrets. Especially because of seeing the dimmed face of Anila.

Ranala sat on one of the sofas, putting aside her position so as not to be too obvious her guilty face.

"But I'm trying, An." This time Ranala's voice volume weakened, making her regret even more noticeable.

"What difference?" Just as weak as Ranala's voice, but different causes. Anila's voice was not as firm as it had been due to the loss of energy, as it was absorbed by the power of Ranala's words.

"Effort or not, stay the same. I don't love you .. Now." Anila closed her eyes and resulted in a wet trace on her cheek. The young woman still cannot believe her dream marriage is lived without love.

"Eat it, help me!" pinta Ranala with a high tone of speech. Even Ranala dared to look at Anila with complete confidence.

"Please help. Help me to love you" she repeated.

Anila saw the earnestness behind Ranala's gaze. "But I can what?" anila asked because she really didn't know what to do. "What can I do to make Mas love me?" anila continued accompanied by a desperate cry.

Ranala's hesitation moved from her seat, approaching the woman who was cupping her palms to her face. The tears of the young woman continued to break the sign of disappointment. Anila was too fixated on her sadness, to not realize Ranala's position was very close.

Ranala touched the tip of the index finger on the back of Anila's hand that covered her face. Anila was stunned by that sudden touch. The woman finally opened her palm-capture until it was clearly red-faced holding her either sad, disappointed, or angry. For sure, the three of them still broke his heart.

Ranala pulled the body leaning against that wall to rest on her body. Her long arms bound Anila's body, until Anila felt tight and unable to escape. The other hand that was still free knit softly Anila's hand.

***

"Continue?" ask Maliq. Is it just Anila's feeling or is it true. There was a higher pitch than usual in the intonation of Maliq's voice.

"Well, what else?" Anila could feel her face heating up amidst the cool air.

"That's doang? No way," accuse Maliq.

"Yes .. ng ..nggak ..must be detailed as well, right." Anila gelagapan's.

"Basic bawdy!" accuse Maliq of being hit hard on his back. So loud that Maliq complained while grimacing.

"Mistake yourself! Yuk, ah, go home. It's the night."

"Well, no fun, the story is hanging," lamented Maliq. Anila replied with a snort and lazy spinning eyes.

"You know?" maliq said suddenly as the two of them moved. "That's the only thing I can't do to you."

"???"

...***...

... What is it, Maliq? ...