Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 27 - GLASS AND ANGER

"An..An.we have arrived." Maliq tugged at Anila's black chiffon shirt with the aim of shaking Anila's body without touching it, so that the woman would wake up immediately.

Anila remained unmoved, her gentle and regular breathing heard, a sign she was so deep in her sleep.

The man in the army's green PDL shirt saw a clock attached to his wrist. There is still half an hour, Maliq thought. Maliq gave time for Anila to rest for a while, before starting her activities.

Maliq looked deeply at his manicured face–but tired, the woman beside him. There was a wet trace on his cheek. Anila's been through a lot of weight in these five years, herself.

"I'm sorry, An. I. feel responsible for the pain you experience. Maybe I used to expect too much, consider our closeness unusual. So when you broke up the marriage, I didn't accept it. Come out the sentence that I now regret, because it cuts the pain to you like this. Give me a chance to be your painkiller, yeah. I'm right here." Maliq spoke to Anila who was sleeping. Maliq has not been able to apologise blatantly, but expressing it like this is certainly more relieving. Maliq breathed a mouthful, self-condemning for feeling like a coward.

Maliq was agitated with intense shakes in his PDL shirt pocket, signaling there was an incoming call. Feby, the name on the screen. Maliq looked at the sleeping woman. Worried to interrupt, Maliq got out of the white car and stayed away.

"Assalamualaikum" Salam Maliq.

"Where, anyway? I didn't pick up the phone from dawn" she said. Without answering the greeting, the voice across directly bombarded.

"Oh…." Maliq tried to explain, but it was overridden.

"Your habits, mobile phones are put anywhere. Deketin, cake, HP. If something matters, right, it's hard to contact him," cut the woman's voice.

"Yes.Sorry, yes," softly sighed Maliq. Hardly avenged, will only make perish.

"I want to talk about our marriage" exclaimed the woman.

"OK," answered Maliq.

"Yes, don't be okay. How was?" The voice across was high.

"Where's what? 'Kan, we talked about it last night. I leave everything to you. How much will it take, I transfer."

"So, whose wedding is this, anyway? Me, you, or us?" A rhetorical question that is clearly the answer. "Answer! Don't get me. If you're like this, mending broke his marriage," the voice of the woman on the other side trembled.

"Feb.Feb. Can I have a word?" No answer from across. The interlocutor's sign gives Maliq a chance to explain.

"Evening, you asked my opinion. Right?" Still no answer. "I gave you my opinion too, didn't I?"

"Yes, but, right, '" cut off Feby.

"Let me finish, please," pinta Maliq. "I have an opinion, so do you agree with my opinion? No. gabe. You dispute. You are not asking my opinion. You just need my opinion to strengthen your desire. Yeah, well, you want to, set it up. Just report to me about the progress and the cost. That's all. Don't be fighting, we're fasting this loh."

Silent, there was no rebuttal from someone named Feby across.

"So how? Cancel, here, marriage?" maliq Goda.

"Who's married?" asked Anila who was suddenly behind Maliq. Reflek Maliq turned off his phone, disconnected Feby's call.

"Eh, are you awake?" Maliq turned around then walked closer to the neat woman. How long has Anila been here? how much did he hear? maliq.

"Udah. Why not built? Who are you calling again?" telisik Anila's.

"An, it's like this hour, you know. You're not late?" Maliq.

"God. Ja. Yeah, I'm in, yeah." Anila walked away from Maliq. Maliq could breathe a sigh of relief for a moment, before Anila stopped her steps and asked, "Trus where are you waiting for?"

Anila entered the elevator, then turned to face the elevator door that was still open. From a distance, he saw Maliq had not yet turned away. Maliq still looked at him so closely, that the door was closed, and Maliq was lost behind the door. That look, the gaze that Anila missed from her husband, Ranala.

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High heels did not hinder Anila's move. Deftly Anila went down the escalator and zigzagged past how many people.

"I'm sorry. excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry," said Anila asked for a way.

Inside the mall there was no sound of azan. So that Anila was late to pursue congregational prayer at the beginning of time.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah," greeted Anila to the left of her last sign of prayer. Anila took a long breath. Being late and in a hurry is like a complete package. That is why in Islam always prioritizes the beginning of time in worship, because there is calm in it. Islam teaches discipline. "If you want to see the discipline of people, the ability to manage time, look at the prayers" said Father.

"Watch this glass." The voice from the pulpit caught Anila's attention. His voice is so calm. Anila shifted to be able to see the owner of the voice. He saw a man of medium stature. The guy's wearing a jasket– jacket, relax. The man looked the same as an ordinary person, not the ustaz look as usual.

In the right hand of the gasketed man, he raised the glass filled with clear water. "This glass is ourselves. While the contents are what is inside; thoughts, common sense, emotions," he explained.

"When we're in trouble, don't be like this." The man turned the glass in such a way that its contents spilled in various directions. "Panic. Topsy-turvy. What consequences? It's tum.., '" the wedges are intentional.

"Paaaah," cried the congregation together.

"spilled. Common sense is gone, emotions are overflowing. What doesn't have to do with the problem gets in the way?"

"Maraaaaah," said the congregation as if it had memorized the contents of the lecture ustaz.

"It wasn't me, yes, who said," he said in reply to the laughter of the entire mosque. While Anila herself was silent thinking about the contents of the lecture earlier.

"Assalamualaikum, Tea." Anila was aghast at the presence of someone beside her. The woman in a black satin shirt was so focused on the lecture that she didn't realize someone was approaching her.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Anila replied as she shifted away. He did not know the woman in the broad veil. It was natural for Anila to keep her distance for her safety.

"Afwan, surprise you," he smiled, cupping his palms in front of his chest.

Her smile was soothing, it seemed like the broad-veiled woman was not a bad person, Anila thought.

"Afwan, I saw that I was so focused on hearing Abi's talk" he said.

"Abi?" ask Anila curious.

"Yes, Abi. He's my husband. We call him Abi."

"Oh, sorry ustadzah." Anila felt bad about avoiding ustaz's wife.

"Ummi, just call Ummi" he said. "If you are interested in Abi's lecture and want to deepen Islamic knowledge, this." The woman handed a business card to Anila.

"Oh, yes, Ummi. Thank you." Thank you." Anila read and looked at every word on the card. "But I came here wearing no veil, is that okay?" asked Anila in the empty air. The woman in the broad veil was no longer in sight.

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...So, Maliq is getting married? Why didn't he say, yes, same Anila? What other lies does Anila have to accept? Anila Poor....

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