Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 33 - SURRENDER

*marriage is not only binding two human beings, but also uniting two families. In which there are many voices of the head, and hearts that must be understood and protected. *

Remember Anna's mother? Ranala's sister is the only one. She is ten years adrift of Ranala, which means that she is only five years away from Anila. Anna is a private bank employee, her position is not a joke. However, the high position in a company, then time no longer belongs to one. There will be many people asking for it, for just meetings, assessments, reviews, checks, and more.

"An, help Anna, yeah. There's nothing Mami can count on but you" Mami said across the phone.

"God willing, Mi" replied Anila.

Surveys here and there, looking for wedding expo schedules, until browsing things that smell of marriage becomes a new habit of Anila to help prepare for Anna's wedding.

Sortiran Anila will narrow down the choice. This sorting will be delivered to the family of the bride-to-be–Family Ranala, as well as the family of the groom-to-be who is in Sleman, Central Java. This will make it easier for both parties to choose.

"Thank you, yes, An. We are the same family of prospective Anna in Sleman satisfied with your choice," said Mami sincerely.

"Alhamdulillah, Mi, if all fits. Anila just want ingetin, later we meet the same first all vendors H min a month, yes, Mi. Sleman's family isn't present, so we should come. Mommy, Papi, Anna's mom is also free time, yeah."

"Well, there it is, An," Mami regretted before giving an explanation. "I don't think Mami and Ranala can attend."

Anila knitted her two eyebrows.

"Mami and Ranala plan to leave Umrah on that date."

"Spirits?"

"Yes, just seven days. Only his departure fits perfectly with the vendor's meeting schedule."

Anila was unlikely to protest her mother-in-law over their plans, as it would clarify the smoothness of communication between Anila and Ranala.

"But Papi and Anna can attend, really."

"Okay, Mi." The black woman nodded with a forced smile. His mind is still wondering. Why this important plan Anila just found out, it was not from the mouth of her own husband.

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"Mas, do you really want to be with Mami?" anila asked as the two ended their dinner at home.

"Ooo, so Mommy's telling me a story?" Questions answered a simple question by Ranala.

"Why not a story? telisik Anila while cleaning up her husband's former meal.

"Yes, I'll tell you a story, but not yet. But it'll be a story, really." Ranala rose from the dining chair to the living room and living room of the vintage industrial house.

The young woman was dissatisfied with her husband's answer. She followed Ranala's movements and sat down by her husband's side. "I mean, why say it when it's a decision? Why not when Mas just plan, then discuss first with me. I agree or not, or the time is right or not. Fortunately, this clashed with just a vendor meeting how about to clash with my graduation schedule?"

"It won't, it will. The graduation schedule, right, must have been out in advance," replied Ranala lightly, as if there was nothing wrong with her attitude.

"Mas, comeon. You know, don't you, what do I mean? Please, involve me in every decision you make. I'm your wife, you know. Could it be that I was still a child? so you can't have a discussion, exchange ideas, so?"

Ranala exhales masygul. "Start out here and there."

The woman with the horse-tied hair was finally silent, not wanting to prolong the debate, but kept many lumps. Mistakes in communication. Ending without a solution.

Anila is forced to agree to Ranala's wishes. Although her intention was not to obstruct or prohibit Ranala from worship, she only wanted to be included in considering every decision related to her husband. Or at least, be the first to know everything about Ranala, her husband.

"Mas has the umrah equipment ready?"

Ranala shook her head, "Bantuin, yes. I'll give you the list the travel agent gave me."

Again, Anila is forced to subtly undergo every verdict of Ranala. When in an organization, Anila feels only as a team of implementers. Do what has been set, without being involved in meetings or decision making.

At the same time, Anila was involved in two big plans. Anna's wedding preparations and preparations for the departure of Mami and Ranala umroh. Forced to work on his Final Task to experience another delay.

Like that day, early in the morning Anila was already in a complete shopping center in Kota Kembang. The shopping list is a uniform for uwa and aunt on the part of the bride-to-be, as well as a few sets of white clothes for Ranala. Luckily, there is still papi's used ihram cloth, so there is no need to bother looking.

There is a feeling of dislike terbesit on Anila. I don't know, it feels not too eager to complete the needs of Ranala umrah. Like an unwilling feeling. Is it because he wasn't involved in the Umrah plan? Anila herself does not know for sure, which is clear there is a wedge.

"Mas, umrahnya can not be pushed back?" tanya Anila while putting the needs of Ranala umrah in one large suitcase.

"An, it's been a matter of days. Scorched, dong, money."

"There are no travel agents in Bandung, Mas? Until manasik aja in Jakarta," Anila protest because when manasik was not able to accompany. Because it clashes with the food catering test agenda. If in Bandung, right, at least Anila can stop by for a while.

"This is, uh, Mami's family travel agent. Not good, lah, if we use another travel agent."

"Hopefully all is well, yes, Mas. But .. really, I don't feel good."

"Ssttts. Anyway, Anila as godly wife keeps doain Mas, yes. So that the journey is smooth, return home safe. God willing, God's wife's prayer, God grant." Ranala calmed down by embracing Anila's shoulder.

Departure day arrives. Anila can only drive up to Mami's house. The rest Ranala and Mami will be escorted by a driver to leave for Jakarta. Anila's feelings grew increasingly violent, repeatedly Anila beristighfar to dispel her increasingly tangled heart.

"Doain Mas, yes," said Ranala while kissing Anila's forehead.

Anila replied by grabbing the back of her husband's hand and kissing solemnly. Unable to hold back, Anila grabbed onto Ranala's strapping body and clenched her tightly. It was as if there was an old feeling of not meeting that hair-filled face.

"Mas promised to return home safely," said Ranala while stroking the top of Anila's head covered by pashmina.

The black car carried Ranala's body away. That unpleasant feeling is becoming more and more. Allahs...Allahs…. That was the only word Anila could say in her heart. Does not feel clear bulir dripping from between his eyelids.

"We're leaving?" take Anna. Yes, activity will certainly divert his worries.

"Yuk."

Meeting Vendor lasted for hours, ended right when azan maghrib reverberated. A new* post-*notification was uploaded by the travel agency Instagram that Ranala used. It says: "Bismillah. Departure Umroh. May Allah be pleased with all worshippers and be given the great pleasure of worship."

Anila raised the picture above the caption to find Ranala's face. Instantly Anila's eyes rounded as she looked at someone with a light blue hijab. A familiar face, Viona. Viona was with the group.

*I give up, *in Anila

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