Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 31 - MANIPULATIVE

Warmth is again created entering the month of Shawwal. Smoke billowing adds to the intimate atmosphere.

"So how? Approved?" ask Anila. Replied a nod and two thumbs from Ranala.

"Yeah!" exclaim Anila was excited after Ranala tasted her oxtail soup.

"It feels the same as Mami's oxtail soup" Ranala added. "Where would we send it to Mami? Mami must be very fond of one of her children who can be handed down the science of cooking." Anna–adik Ranala has absolutely no interest in cooking.

"Seriously, Mas?" anila asked with her eyes perfectly rounded. Anila was stunned by the phrase 'children'. Ranala chuckled at his wife's behavior. In this case, it looks like his childish attitude. "Okay, I change clothes first," Anila replied as she leaped happily to her bedroom.

"All you? No one missed?" ranala's Cheque.

Anila nodded quickly. He fastened his seat belt on his body. A smile never leaves his lips. That's his heart.

The woman with the earth tone color flannel shirt instantly moved the radio channel looking for songs that could support her cheerful mood. Honey, in these hours all the radio channels broadcast the news. Anila pursed her lips.

"Udah, nih bluetooth from HP Mas aja," Ranala's suggestion when looking at his wife's manyun expression.

Before running the car, Ranala connected the car audio tape to his phone. "Well, select the playlist," Ranala's command got a reply to Anila's big smile.

Playlists with fast tempo songs accompany Ranala and Anila's journey to Papi and Mami's house. Occasionally the black woman followed the lyrics, humming along with the singer. Not to forget, accompanied by a wobble to the rhythm.

Ranala was enjoying the view beside her. A quote goes, 'The happiness of a wife is the source of family happiness.' Sure enough, Anila's happiness rubbed off on her, warming her heart.

From the touch screen on the audio tape appears a message.

Queen: "Ran, my car AC is not cold, huh? There was also a sound from the AC. Help me, please!" Don't forget to spiked crying emoticons.

"The news on the rich radio is over." Ranala disconnected the bluetooth connection to her phone.

The curvature on the young woman's lips evaporated along with her love of the light.

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...As it stands, you can only stand on one boat. Your feet can't step on two boats at once. Choose one, if you do not want to fall into the ocean. If you can't choose, let one of the boats stay away. So you have to choose a boat that is still loyal to you....

"Mas, today I want guidance. Afternoon home, God willing." I don't know why Anila's used to lying now. She had no intention of going to college for guidance, but went to Viona at her workplace, as that was only information about her husband's best friend–where she worked. Just pray that Viona is at the location, so that her arrival is not in vain.

"Okay. What's up?"

"Just get the bus. Flexible every hour there's a departure."

The man in a black shirt with a striped body fit piece, took the time to take Anila to the terminal before heading to his office. Luckily, she did not wait for Anila to get on the bus. He just drove up to the entrance, lowered down, then left. Habits that Anila does not like, it turns out there are benefits now.

Anila waved with a big smile at the car that was driving away from her. He made sure the car was completely out of the terminal parking lot. After being sure Ranala's car left her, Anila's pretend smile instantly disappeared.

The black woman immediately looked for a bus to Bogor, of course. Her chest continued to beat fast, between fear of coming to a new place, without the permission of her husband, and most importantly because she had to talk to her husband's favorite woman.

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"Good afternoon. Viona's mother is there? I am a friend of Bandung," said Anila to a guard at the entrance of the tourist area in Bogor.

"It has. Please just convey Mr. Ranala's letter." Anila lied again.

"Oh, Mr. Ranala. Fine, Brother. I'll call Viona's mother for a second" exclaimed the woman behind the ticket counter.

What a perfect friendship. Not only friendship between individuals, but family, and each member already know very well.

"Please, Brother." The woman came out of the table and showed her the way to her superior's room.

Anila passed the icon of the tourist area. The icon is no stranger. Ah, of course, the icon that became the background of her husband's profile photo–Ranala. A cynical smile was again created on his lips. It is increasingly clear why the photo is on display, because the taker is the person who means the most.

"Excuse me, Mum. Here's Mom's guest," said the uniformed woman to the unmoved woman, keeping her head down on the laptop in front.

"Hello, Tea," said Anila, making the black-haired woman leave her eyes from the laptop.

"Thank you, Goddess. You can go back to the front." Viona subtly evicted the woman who had led Anila to meet her.

Carefully Viona's white fingers swayed the surface of the table without taking her eyes off the guest–Anila. His hand was trying to figure out the whereabouts of the cell phone that he was sure of, not far from the position his arm was in.

That cautious movement was caught by the black netra of Anila. The black-clad woman let in, seeing the extent to which Viona would act.

Viona managed to reach her phone. "Sit down" he told Anila.

"Thank you," Anila exclaimed with a smile of lies.

Viona straightened the position of her phone, turning her back to Anila. Anila knew very well what the black-haired woman would do, taking pictures or recording conversations. Very very legible.

"If there are guests, you should focus first with the guests. Don't play HP, it's rude!" Anila picked up the phone that was in Viona's hands. Viona's position, which was not ready for Anila's surprise attack, finally resigned her cellphone seized by young women in front of her.

"Hp me, An. It's not polite to look at people's HP without permission." Viona tried to intimidate Anila, but Anila was not affected this time.

"I'm not interested in seeing HP. I just want us to focus on talking first. Don't bother with the phone coming in." Anila placed Viona's mobile phone on the seat beside her that was empty. "See? I'm not open one bit." Anila's smile grew even more. "Some are very afraid if I open up. We, right, brother and sister," he continued, were still with manipulative smiles.

"Okay, what are you doing here?"

"O. YEAH. Almost forgot," Anila paused for a while. Anila enjoyed the tense scene before her, thus deliberately slowing down the tempo of her speech.

Anila's opponent looked even more impatient. "I don't have much time, so sneak."

Anila's eyes twirled lazily, as if only Viona had a job. "Okay, I won't be long. I just want to say good for the second time. Do not repotin Mas Rana again with personal affairs Teteh. Mas Rana already has a family to prioritize."

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...***Women if you are hurt, horrified.... What was the outcome of their conversation, huh? ...

...Btw, thank you for reading this far. Comments from friends become fuel for me to keep writing. ...

...Love u to the moon and back. 💞💞💞***...