Anila For Anala
CHAPTER 28 - PAPI
Clean skies are infinite, the cold air typical of Bandung when Ramadan ripples. Anila enjoys in the courtyard of the Mosque the largest mall in the city. There was a longing for this atmosphere, reminding Anila of the unpretentious figure, Papi.
How are you, Papi? Five years Anila cut off contact with Ranala and his family, including Papi. I don't know what Anila was thinking, he was in a car driving down the road to the spacious house, Papi's house.
The tanned haired woman, can not resist the desire to just see with her own eyes Papi's condition. The one who was willing to be the front line defense when Ranala hurt him. The one who will teach a lesson to whoever hurt Anila. Soft-hearted firm figure.
Anila parked the vehicle across from a one-story house. Stylish house of the 90s. White walls and transparent lacquer make the teak door and frame stand out. The black fence was wide apart, making Anila able to see clearly inside.
The lush spacious garden with guava trees and Papi's favorite soursop is still fertile as ever. Papi must still diligently give him fertilizer and water with rice water. Each time the harvest, Papi must have kept the first fruit for Anila before sharing it with the others. Papi said, The first fruit of each harvest season is the best, sweetest, and best.
Each time, Anila refused and asked Papi to enjoy it first. "Bapi and Mami are old, have often eaten delicious. Make you the same Ranala, An." That's Papi's pretext.
Towards this Maghrib, Papi usually sits in one of the lenong chairs on the terrace. His eyes were more comfortable reading outside. Papi often reads on the terrace using a sarong, not forgetting reading glasses that slightly degenerate.
Stammering Papi read letter by letter in the holy book of the Quran. Papi had just learned Islam while studying in Surabaya. Learning from Anila's father's family, so the ability to read his Quran still needs a lot of improvement. However, the spirit of reading and studying its contents does not dim even though the age is no longer young.
The door of the house opened slowly. Papi's. Anila wanted to scream but was held back by silencing her own mouth. Papi was still the same as the one in Anila's shadow. Except for her hair that has been bleached a lot, and her body is not as thick as before. Apparently, Papi lost a few pounds. As powerful as Anila resisted the urge to run, and clenched the old figure.
Anila could not hear Papi's voice at all from such a distance. He could only close his eyes and imagine it, until it felt so real.
Tok.dok…
Anila gasp. A knock on the windshield blew away all his daydreams. A figure that was not expected to meet at this time. Male with mixed face Java-Sundanese. "Mas Rana?"
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...***Introduction to the figure of Papi Adrian, yuk....
...Your father's habits are the same as Papi's, aren't they? FYI, the figure of Papi is taken from the figure of papa-in-law author you know. Only he no longer exists. So the author inserts the figure of Papa in this story to treat longing....
...May Papa be happy in heaven. aamiiin***....
