Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 26 - REALITY

"If indeed Teteh already considers me like Teteh's own sister, how polite if Teteh permission first if you want to meet the husband of Teteh's sister." Anila could not help but stare seriously at the female figure, who now turned her face away from Anila's gaze.

Actually, the black woman's body shook. There was anger trying to hold him. Although prayer can reduce, in fact it does not necessarily disappear just like that. But his words smoothly slid from his lips. That was what Anila was grateful for at this moment. Hopefully Viona can understand the point. Not wanting to block a friendship, only limiting it through the ethics of opposite-sex friendship.

"Where's Viona?" ranala asked as soon as she saw Anila back alone.

"There's a back. Now replace it, Mas salat, yes," said Anila as usually as possible.

There was anxiety in Anila's mind. Is Viona a woman to talk to from heart to heart? Or will she complain about this to her husband, Ranala. But Anila reinforces the intention of the message that was spoken to Viona. Good intentions, no bad at all. If Viona really thinks of her as a sister, it shouldn't be a problem. 

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"Be careful. Don't speed," Ranala's message to Viona who's already sitting in the steering wheel of her car. With Anila, Ranala waved towards the car that was moving away. 

The woman beside Ranala stared fixedly at the look on Ranala's face. Manik Ranala did not blink looking at the car that started to blend in the crowd. Anila was sure, it was a worried look. The rave that Anila never got from her husband. Even when Anila went by public transportation to Jakarta to complete her Final Task. According to Anila, she has more risk. Ah, again Anila hated comparing Ranala's treatment to her and to Viona. It's just, it's all too obvious and felt, according to Anila.

"Come home?" tawar Anila made Ranala gasp. Ranala nodded and turned around leaving Anila behind. 

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Anila folds her face and alphabet after tilawah after tarawih congregate with Ranala. Ranala who had already left the room first suddenly violently opened the door. 

"Are you talking about Viona?"

Deg. Feeling right. Viona is not a storyteller. Things like this just reached her husband's ears. 

"By the way? By what?" tanya Anila checked the extent to which Viona was telling.

"No need to pretend, huh. What right do you have to meet people who want to meet me? You're my manager? Does everyone need your permission to see me?" Although not delivered in a high tone, but Ranala's words were so piercing for Anila. Shouldn't Ranala be leaning more towards his wife?

Anila tried to regulate her emotions by giving a pause, not directly chiming in. Fortunately, there was activity that he was doing. Anila tried to stay calm tidying up and save the prayer tool first. Not bad, there were at least a few seconds of thinking about an answer that her husband could accept.

"It's not like that, Mom, I mean." Anila turned to face Ranala to begin her explanation. "I'm with Viona, aren't I. So, yes, ask him to ngabarin if you want or again in Bandung. So I can nemenin y'all so it's not just alone, that's."

"What if both? Is something wrong? I often get along with the others as well. Same vendor, consumer..," kilah Ranala.

"I don't like the closeness of you and Viona" Anila said. His chest rose and fell, his face heating up withstanding the rage.

"I don't think your friendship is normal. There's something more than friends" Anila continued. Instantly Ranala's tense face loosened. His eyebrows are moving back to how they were. "I'm really, right?" telisik Anila with a weakened tone.

Ranala. The longer Ranala did not respond, the more Anila was confident in her opinion.

"I am not someone else. I'm Mas Rana's wife, friend, friend, partner." Anila smiled kindly as she said that. "here. Story, yuk. Who knows with the story, I'll understand more about you guys." Anila suppressed the turmoil of lust as much as possible, in order to get a bright answer from Ranala. All he needed was the clarity of his barrage of suspicions. 

Ranala flopped down on the only reading couch in that monochrome wall room. Looking around, it was like looking around for a sentence as an answer. The room looked a little different from when she first got married. There is a touch of a woman on her trinkets although the color of the walls remains monochrome.

The woman set the strategy by patiently waiting for Ranala's answer. Don't want to push it more. He must be more lenient to be able to open up Ranala's true side. And this is the time. 

"Me, Viona. We knew about six years ago. More or less the age of Ade, Viona's second child." Ranala started telling stories when she was comfortable. 

The house-clothed woman sat on the edge of the bed gulping with difficulty. Ready to be unprepared, he must be ready to hear the truth. Whatever it is. 

"I met him at work. At first I only respected his hard work, his independence, and his decisiveness. But the more often we interact, it turns out we have a lot in common in terms of taste and thought. I feel comfortable with him." 

Comfortable. A word that Ranala never mentioned while with Anila.

"I once asked her to end a marriage she said was unhappy in it. He survived only because of his children. He sacrificed for his children. I tried to convince him that I was willing to be a surrogate father to his children, complete with all obligations and responsibilities. Obligations and responsibilities that her husband never gave her. Viona, she's trying herself to educate and support her children." 

Netra Anila is heating up. True to her expectations, Anila was able to see clearly at Ranala's gaze as she looked at Viona. A look that was never there for her. 

"But, Viona refused. For him, the father of his children could never be replaced. I was so angry at that moment. Until the time Papi had a discourse to recognize you, I immediately accepted without a second thought."

So, I'm just being an escape? O Allah, it is very tight this chest, Anila's mind.

"It turns out I was wrong. My heart and mind kept branching towards him. As strong as I .. and you try for us." Ranala looked at Anila fixedly. There was a look of pity on Ranala's face towards the woman before him. 

"I'm sorry, it's outside my power." Without Anila guessing, Ranala sobbed. The man's reddened face held back the tears that were piling up in his eye sashes. 

The woman with the horse-hair tie rose up to Ranala. She buried Ranala's face on her chest, rubbing her husband's head and back. Anila clenched tightly to the man who was already unable to hold back the pace of her tears. To be honest, the hug was not only for Ranala, but rather to embrace her own pain. 

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