Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 34 - DESTRUCTIVE WIND

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 was with the troupe.

Anila returns to a vintage industrial house that is deserted. Her eyes were fixed on the only wedding photo she had on her own display. He walked up to the image of a well-built man, with white, thin hair filling almost the entire face firmly, no smile there. It was like a video that was back spinning in his head.

Tears at the meeting, the song Why Goodbye, Queen's name on the phone, the worried look, Ranala's anger when Anila opened her phone, Viona's habit of keeping a parking ticket, a touch of the hand, praise, defense. During this time Anila closed her ears, trying to believe only what she saw, or maybe actually Anila chose to see what she just wanted to see?

The black woman laughed inwardly. Hahahaha. Okay, you guys wanna play with me? let's play your game.

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"Morning, Ms. Erni," Anila said to the receptionist at Ranala's office.

"Pa. Loh, Mr. Rana, right, leave, Ma'am," replied Erni in surprise.

"Yes, indeed. It is precisely this Mas Rana who asked me to photograph important files. I took it in her room, yes, Ma'am," Anila replied indifferently. Without waiting for permission, the black woman immediately walked casually towards Ranala's study.

"But.mbak," prevent Erni but not digubris. Ania continued to step away from the reception woman.

Why didn't Mr. Rana tell Erni, huh? erni asked in her heart while scratching her non-itchy head, then sat back down on her chair.

Anila's eyes swept the workspace with an area of approximately 12 square meters. Industrial themes were also applied to the room. Wooden motif floor with one side of exposed brick wall, the other side there is a sliding cabinet with a ceiling-high wooden motif.

Without a second thought, Anila's goal was that closet. Anila was sure it was all there. Sure enough, Ranala's laptop is inside. Finally Anila will know why Ranala keeps her laptop in the office, not at home. There must be something in it.

Password, with full confidence Anila entered a combination of letters and numbers. If you want to play around do not giggle, Anila's laughter satisfied in the heart. As expected, Ranala equated all passwords, ranging from internet banking, email, and even laptop passwords.

You're too careless to think I'm a stupid little kid, Anila's inner cynic.

The conversation column is plastered on that LCD screen. Soon Anila exported the contents of the conversation to her email while reading a glance. "Woooow," exclaimed Anila as she read the reply message.

Queen: "Do you have to go back?"

Ranala: "Patience, yes. Consider me an out-of-town service."

Queen: "Your wife is here. Fortunately I can handle it. Please don't go back. What do my employees say when they find out that it's your wife. I can be labeled weird."

Ranala: "You calm down, yes, Anila is my business. Sorry to make you uncomfortable. But we have umroh together, right? My mom is so happy, no."

Queen: "So, dong. Can't wait. Greetings to Mom, yeah. Love both of u.

Ranala :😘

And many other disgusting messages.

Women with innocent faces because they are not interested in daubing his face at all shake their heads. Justjust wonderful. Victim Playing. He did it, but he grieved the most. Keep my position where?

Anila opens a folder with the title, 'Us.' Undoubtedly the content is dominated by photos of Viona and Ranala. Pose themselves, both, hand-linked, and .. some photos where they both as the center embrace each other, flanked by familiar faces–pegawai Ranala. "Haaa?" Anila was shocked then followed by laughter, laughing at herself. So they all know. So, the one lying was not only Ranala and Viona, but all of Ranala's employees. And…. Mommy. If I were to be destroyed, everything would be destroyed. Anila's hands clenched on the table until it turned white. His jaw hardened with anger. His eyes warmed up, until his fur melted. No, it was not tears of sorrow, but tears of wrath.

The woman with the red face slammed the door to the surprise of the entire office. All looked through the cubics of their respective work desks, including Erni. Erni woke up from her seat in shock.

"It's over, Ma'am?" ask Erni scared.

Without answering, Anila turned around and stared intently at Erni. Erni knows everything, Anila is convinced, and she goes cover up. Anila walked up to someone who asked her earlier saying, "May you not feel what I feel." Anila's eyes turned red with anger.

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"You asked me to help you out of the pit. How can I help, while you so enjoy playing in it. As hard as I pull, so strong you survive. You think I'm that strong that you let me fight on my own? Understand you, understand it, and rearrange the fragments of my own heart." Anila again spoke to Ranala's self-image hanging on the wall of the house.

I gave up, not because I lost. But I'm self-aware, I deserve something commendable. Anila left the vintage industrial house, took off all the suffering there, arranged a life that had paused. Now, it's all about Anila, Nodya Ayu Ristanila and all her ideals.

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...Anila finally gave up after two years of staying in lie after lie. ***You guys think two years is too short or too long, anyway, to give you a chance to change?...

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