Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 29 - MOMMY

"Truly-generally, yes. Assume there is no one," Maliq said as he drove the car to break the road congestion ahead of Maghrib.

"Eh?" the woman being shunned is unaware.

"Dreaming continues. Persambet, loh, later," said Maliq who noticed Anila through the tip of his eye.

"Fasting month, there is no devil. This is one behind," replied Anila ketus while glancing at the man in the steering chair.

"indiscriminately. Where are there handsome demons?" maliq's pretext made the laughter of both of them broke. "So.. Did something happen?" maliq asked, immediately stopping his second laugh.

The woman in the black satin shirt who had now rolled up her arms nodded. "So I met Mas Rana."

"Kok, can? You're nyamperin him?" accuse Maliq. The gesture that moved away and exposed the body to Anila signified her shock. There was a dislike in his speech.

There was no way Anila would deliberately come to the man who had built up a disappointment. The woman shook her head softly, "I miss Papi."

"Body?" ask the man who is searching the traffic crowd.

"The Father is Mas Rana" Anila replied briefly. Replied with a rounded Maliq mouth. "I originally intended to see Papi from a distance. I wish it could cure my miss. But Mas Rana is coming."

"What do you want?" cut Maliq.

"Just ask me to see Papi. But I think, not right now, not in my condition." Anila looked at herself who was already not veiled. "After all, I'm not ready to meet Mami."

"Mommy? Why?"

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Knowing Ranala's heart was already a very heavy blow. Anila hopes to cover the condition of their household in order to maintain the disgrace of her husband and herself. How low is his pride when others know that the husband's heart is not for him. At least that's what Anila's trying to cover.

But reality says something else. The thing that was closed tightly, was easily revealed by Ranala.

"An, Ranala told Mami." Mami opens the conversation when Anila accompanies Mami monthly shopping.

"Huh? Ten...about what, yeah, Mi?" ask Anila. The black woman stopped pushing the trolley and faced her mother-in-law. Wishing what was thought was not the same as the contents of the head of the middle-aged woman who still looked so fashionable.

"You, you should be able to take Rana's heart. Rana likes women who are independent, not crybaby, nor jealous. Mami was never angry with Rana since childhood, eating her pretty with Mami. Any story to Mami. You have to learn a lot from the way Mami treats Rana," explained Mami at length as she continued to sort out needs. The woman with the shoulder-cut hair put the groceries on the trolley that was pushed back by Anila followed her.

"Rana's been living free for 35 years. No one's curbing. Of course, it is difficult for him if he has to suddenly his life becomes all-regulated. Let alone arranged the same little boy that he did not believe," he continued by continuing to walk away from Anila.

A drop of grain fell from the flannel-shaped female pellet. I don't know, even though Mami's advice was intended to strengthen Anila's desire to fight for her husband's heart, but there was a smell that was felt. Why should it be as if only the wife–Anila, who understands the habits of the husband and gives proclamation. So what about his character, habits, and character? Is Mami going to ask Ranala to understand anyway?

Quickly Anila wiped away the water which made a trail on the cheek with her shirt sleeve. Not wanting to look weak and give up before fighting.

"An," call Mami. "We're into the meat section, yeah. Mami taught you how to make Rana's favorite oxtail soup. You should be able to make exactly the same as the Mami made. 'The saying goes, The stomach goes up to the heart." Mami gave a proud smile.

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Maliq nodding head mark can pull red thread. He can draw conclusions about Ranala's attitude with the excessive pampering attitude of Mami. That attitude is what makes Ranala only think from one side.

"But it's nothing, yet" continued Anila. "Nih, cancel her fast first." Anila turned the mineral bottle cap around and handed it to someone who was driving her car. Waiting for Maliq to finish, take it back, and close it. After that, Anila was replaced by the one who canceled the fast.

"It turns out, you haven't changed" Maliq said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Yes, you always used to care about other people. You yourself need to too. Though I know, you're rich because you really want to be prioritized too, right?"

Anila buried her face deep. He was indeed unable to hide even a small thing from the gondrong man who was neatly tied next to him.

"Are there people who don't want to be prioritized?" A question that does not demand an answer.

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Thus, the pattern of education in Ranala and Anna is dominated by Mami. What Mami taught, that's what builds her second character.

Ranala, the first child so anticipated after experiencing two miscarriages. Clearly makes Mami very loving and pampering Ranala. Over ten years Ranala became an only child, before having Anna as a second child.

"Mas Rana is Mami's favorite child, really," said Anna. All his wishes were obeyed, making Ranala weak in accepting disappointment. Including failure when rejected Viona.

The beginning of Anila's disappointment at Mama's overindulgent attitude Ranala was at that time. That day Anila was home alone. Ranala did not confirm the delay in his return. Anila waited in dismay while continuing to pay attention to the digital clock on her phone. 22.47 Numbers are listed.

Sop oxtail learning from Mami has frozen gravy. In fact, even Anila had not touched it. He wanted Ranala to be the first to enjoy it.

No messages or calls came in. Anila kept trying to call and send messages. Sent, but not read, let alone reply. "Where are you, Mum?" Repeatedly Anila brushed off the bad thoughts that flashed. Accident, so his phone slammed. Aaaa…. Anila shook her head, throwing her fearful ugly thoughts into prayer.

Mbak Ernie. Suddenly the name was split, rather than keep thinking about the no-no.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am. I'm so sorry to interrupt nights."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What's up, Ma'am?" There was a worried tone to Erni's voice.

"No, just ask, in the office again there's overtime, right?" ask Anila carefully. In any case he should not demean the self-esteem of the husband of his subordinates.

"Well, don't know, yeah, ma'am. Erni came home on time. Temen-temen, anyway, are still in the office when Erni came home," explained Erni. "Try Mr. Kardi, office security, Ma'am. Today's his schedule is on guard."

After thanking her, Anila called the number that Erni gave. Mr. Kardi is still on guard, checking every room. There was no one in the office. The situation made Anila panic.

The young woman in black pashmina followed the thick road of the Villa Dago area at night. He passed through several large uninhabited houses. Out of nowhere, the dark-fearing Anila had such courage.

Finally, Anila arrived at the intended place.  "Sir, I borrowed the bike, okay?" ask Anila at the complex security. "Just one hour, I have to go to the ATM." The young woman had to lie. "Later fill the gasoline," Anila bargained with a forced smile.

Women with knit– cardigansnot a special waterproof or windproof jacket of motorists–pierce the cold of the night air Bandung. The moon is almost directly overhead, Anila down the road that Ranala used to go through. Thread by grain dripped, but had not yet come down, it had disappeared swept away the ferocious night wind.

Quiet, no sign of an accident. Alhamdulillahot. One thing Anila should be grateful for. Although his search was far from his home. For some reason, Anila is now walking towards Papi's house. Because indeed the streets that Anila knows are only limited to offices, supermarkets, and Papi's house, visiting bus terminals.

The house with a lush courtyard with various plants was quiet. No Ranala's car was parked outside. Anila hesitated, come in or not. Suddenly the curtains of Papi's room were exposed. Papi must have realized there was someone in front of his house because Anila had not turned off the motorbike he was riding.

"An." Papi came out of the house in his nightgown.

"Pi, sorry to interrupt the night." Anila turned off the motor and went down to grab the back of Papi's hand.

"Where?"

Deg. Questions that indicate that Ranala is not in that place.

"Come in," Papi ordered. "You ride that? Who's that got?" Papi pointed at the motorbike which was now behind his back.

"Loan, Pi," Anila replied, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Pi, Anila can't take long, afraid that Mas Rana will come home. House keys, Anila take them."

"Rana's not home yet. That kid!" Papi's tone rose again, waking up the entire house, including Mami.

Anila rubbed her face rough, there was guilt. He should not have made things worse by coming to Papi's house. However, he was completely unable to think clearly.

"Pi, quiet Papi, yes, Pi." Mami went outside the room rubbing Papi's chest soothingly. Then turned her eyes to Anila with a intimidating look.

"Pi, Anila's back." Anila took Papi's hand and kissed him. "Doain Mas Rana is okay, yes, Pi. If Mas Rana has come home, Anila will tell me."

"Yes, tell us, yes, if Rana has returned," replied Mami. "Yeah, Mommy's moving forward." Mami embraces Anila directing outward. "But just sit down, this is trying to call Rana." Mami distracts Papi by giving him her phone.

"An, next time, if there's any Mami's phone, can you?" mami asked in a soft voice barely audible. "Don't add to Papi's mind. Don't make Papi's relationship with Ranala so tenuous again. If you haven't arrived, wait. Get used to positive thinking. The shutter is hardworking. He will not go home if his work is not finished" continued Mami.

"Yes, Mi. Excuse me. Anila's wrong. Anila was too worried about Mas Rana," Anila regretted. Probably not crying in front of my mom. He doesn't want to look weak. Mami demands her to be a strong woman like Mas Rana's taste.

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