Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 25 - ANILA'S POWER

...This chapter contains stirred emotions. Prepare the heart to stay safe. Enjoy it....

"An," said Ranala and the waist-length black haired woman was compact. As compact as their views were to Anila, the view that Anila herself could hardly have articulated. 

"Mas Rana," Anila replied, then slightly looked behind Ranala's back. "Tea, Viona." Anila forced a friendly smile, nodding at the figure behind Ranala's back.

"What's wrong?" ranala asked as she moved to close her gaze to the waist-length black haired woman behind her. 

"There's nothing. I chatted Mas Rana, want to open together outside. But since there was no answer for so long, yes, I followed her here, "Anila replied while advancing her spoiled lips made up by her. Definitely not Anila.

"Open?" Ranala looked at the circular watch on her hairy hands. The hour hand already showed at five. "Oh, yeah, it's open, yeah." Ranala turned around, "We open first, yes," he asked Viona who was still glued parallel behind him. 

"Oh, yes, I can," replied the clumsy Viona. 

The closeness of Viona and Anila is not just that. They're close, very close. Their communication is so intense, that sometimes Ranala finds out information about Viona through Anila. Instead, Anila knew a lot about Ranala from Viona. Viona is communicative, easy to tell things that Anila really wants to know. Food, drinks, to Ranala's favorite film genre.

But why, when there was a feeling of dislike to tarnish Anila's heart. Dislike of Viona's closeness with Ranala who seems to ignore her. 

"But my car's still in the car wash." 

"Yes, have it, get in my car," said Viona. "It's okay, isn't it, An?" 

Anila nodded. Actually, he just wants to break the fast alone with Ranala. With hope, the more time together, the faster they get to know each other, the easier the seeds of love arise between them. 

"It." As if he had a reflex, Viona handed the key to Ranala's hand. 

It was clear that the flannel-shaped woman saw Ranala and Viona's fingers touching each other while giving the key. It doesn't feel like it needs to be that way. There was heat running through Anila's body. The heat was felt so that his eyes wanted to melt. 

"Anila is sitting in front of me" Viona suggested warmly. 

Without further ado and rejection, Anila took her place beside the steering chair Ranala occupied. Indeed it should have been me who was beside Ranala, Anila grumbled inwardly. 

The black woman with the oversize flannel shirt strapped a seatbelt to her body. Spontaneously she noticed Ranala's movements on her side. It felt like protesting, for including Viona on her plan. 

Anila's eyes widened with wrinkles on the forehead, when she watched Ranala immediately take a ticket stored in the wallet STNK. How did Mas Rana know that Viona kept it in there? The longer, the more questions about the proximity of Ranala-Viona.

"Where do you eat?" ranala asked after handing over the parking ticket at the guard post. 

"Sunday Meal House," Anila replied along with Viona who replied, "Suki."

"Sundanese Dining House, Mas!" anila reiterated her desire without caring about the women in the backseat. Anila wanted to show her power. 

"Sundanese Dining House is good too" said Viona. 

The car drove in silence, not a single one making a sound. The atmosphere feels clumsy. There was no desire for Anila to make small talk. If so, the tone of speech certainly can not be as normal as usual. 

The car is parked quite far from the entrance of the Dining House. They need to walk there. On the way, Anila brought the body closer to her husband so that it was not far away. He wrapped his left hand on Ranala's left hand. While the fingers of his right hand knit mesmerizingly between the left fingers Ranala, grasping firmly. The gesture says, this man is mine. He wanted to assume there was no Viona with them. 

"Sit there, all right." Anila pointed at the table with four seats in the hallway, to the right of the entrance. 

Ranala nodded. While Viona was just following the direction Anila and Ranala were walking in without giving the slightest suggestion. 

Anila pulled out two seats side by side. "Sit here, Mas." Anila smilingly directed Ranala to sit by her side, again without assuming Viona existed. 

"Vi?" Ranala turned to look for Viona who had been silent since. 

"I'm here, too" said Viona with a forced smile. He pulled the chair right across from Ranala. 

"Here you go, Tea. Front me. Let it be nice to talk," Anila instructed with her cynical smile. "Yes, no, Mas?" 

Ranala nodded stiffly. While Viona still forced her sweet-ass smile in front of Ranala while switching seats. 

"A, want an order!" call Anila on someone with pangsi– clothess Sundanese clothes for men –which is used as a waitress uniform for the House of Dining. 

"Yes. I can handle the roasted chicken. Rana wants oxtail soup?" bargain Anila with a sweet smile while stroking her husband's hairy arms. 

"Byeah," answered Ranala briefly. 

"I'm called, A" exclaimed Viona without question. 

"Drink?" ask waitress.

While Anila was flicking open the menu book, "Strawberry juice without milk," Ranala and Viona cried simultaneously. 

Sontak Anila raised her head looking towards Ranala and Viona alternately. Makes Viona middle-eyed and downcast. 

"What do you want to drink?" ranala asked Anila to dampen the atmosphere. The one asked leaned his back while covering the rough menu book that was in front of him. 

"Es an orange," replied Anila of origin.

"Add one orange ice, yeah, A. That's enough, that's all," asked Ranala kindly to the waitress. 

Allahuakbar Allahuakbar ....

"Please," cried another waitress who passed their seat, proffering ta'jil. 

All three enjoyed ta'jil in silence. This kind of atmosphere was clearly much different from being open together the three of them had done before. 

After her third barren ta'jil, a waitress with a tray full of food came to their seats. "Please, the order." He placed one food after another right in front of the owner.

"Still, A," exclaimed Ranala kindly. "Food has come to us …." 

"Here you go, yuk." Anila got up and nodded at Viona. His gesture invites Viona to come along with him. 

Viona glanced at Ranala as if asking for permission, and got an answer in the form of a small nod Ranala sign permitting. Anila looked at the entire detail of the incident with the corner of her eye. 

"Nitip, yes, Mas. We pray first," Anila's message accompanied by a big smile on Ranala. "Yuk, Tea," Anila asked again, forcing Viona to get up and follow him. 

"Come," replied the woman with the striped shirt and trousers. Viona has not yet closed her crown, even though they have been shopping a lot for it. I don't know what's holding him back. However, his clothes were more closed.

Along the way to the musala Anila silenced Viona. He realized, the current condition would only be in vain if he had to discuss. Short time and hot heart condition. Maybe later after the prayer, his mood will improve.

While folding her face, Anila began to open the conversation. "Ke Bandung, why don't you tell me, Teh?" asked Anila in a normal tone. True, prayer can make the mood better, no longer hot. 

"Yes, impromptu" replied the woman asked. There was an unprepared tone from the answer. 

"Oh, has it been a long time in Mas Rana's office?" telisik Anila tests Viona's honesty. 

"New, anyway."

"Oh, huh? Though I wait at the reception desk there, lah, an hour. But, really, can't you see, yeah, just as Teteh passed?" asked Anila before continuing down, "like the devil, naked eye." Then smiled triumphantly while looking towards Viona. 

Viona lowered her head even deeper.  

"Eh, if not wrong, Teteh once said. Teteh said, I'm like my own sister. Rightly so?" Anila rubbed the thigh of the woman beside her who had finished folding her face. 

Viona nodded, then raised her head looking at Anila. "Yes, Teteh has not taken you like his own sister."

"Thank you, yes, Tea." Anila placed her left palm on her chest, as a palpable gesture with Viona's words. Indeed, Anila should be touched by hearing Viona's sentence. But, baby, not anymore.

"If indeed Teteh already considers me like Teteh's own sister, how polite if Teteh permission first if you want to meet with the husband of Teteh's sister," anila's suggestion with a smile and could not be separated looked seriously at the female figure, who now turned her face away from Anila's gaze.

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