Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 36 - EQUALLY LIKED

The woman in knee-length pajamas still hugged herself on the sofa of the apartment. His gaze could not be separated from the phone he left ringing without intending to lift it. The mobile phone screen featured a male figure with hair tied up just like that, a few thin strands of hair were allowed to fall on the face. A wide smile was shown as if he was smiling at Anila who was still stunned with a blank look.

The woman still did not believe what the man who had been trying to reach her said. If only the man knew how to wish him first. How his heart aches when the man always tells the figure of a dream woman who is not in him. Women of shariah, alim, and faqih–understand the rules or sharia of Islam. A figure that was clearly not in him, as strong as he tried. Because there is no interest in that direction.

Although Anila had been hijab since adolescence, but the tomboy was more interested in nature than sitting for long in an assembly that he thought was boring. So, veiling and closing the aurat even sober, not in accordance with sharia.

Now, Anila got the fact that the figure she admired, liked, even loved in silence, was storing the same taste. However, by the time he had already tied the promise with another man. Not only herself and Ranala, but there are two families that must be guarded if Anila is determined to follow her wishes, with Maliq.

Dotted clear liquid glides freely. The happy life shadow of Anila's dream that was once dashed once reappeared. Loved from the heart, feared, envied, missed when tenuous, forbidden because of affection, spoiled without being asked. Egoism if I accept it?

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On the other roof, Maliq went in and out of his rented room. The steps are not necessarily directional. The phone is still attached to his ear. The hair is not like hair, more like wool yarn that is tangled because it is combed rough with fingers many times.

An, lift. I have to explain everything to you. His ears were tired of the calling tone, his feet were so, even more so his feelings. Maliq finally surrendered. He threw himself on the bed that he had not touched for 24 hours.

His eyes were indeed staring at the ceiling of the room, but were not in harmony with the shadow of his vision. Anila and all about the woman continued to flutter there, until Maliq was so tired.

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The sound of a loud knock outside the door disturbed Maliq. The man with the irregular hair blinked several times, adjusting the light coming into his net. Who, anyway, is not slow.

"Yes, wait! Ordinary of the gedor. Don't break people's doors!" rto Maliq.

How surprised Maliq to see the figure who knocked on the door so hard was a woman. Graceful women with wide skirts below the knees and seven-eighths arm tops. Graceful and polite. "Anila?"

The woman who from night tried to get in touch with him, now in plain sight. Between surprise and amazement. Maliq's eyes are rounded not blinking. "Astaghfirullah." Maliq recalled the clothes he wore as soon as he saw the woman looking down. It is not the clothes that deserve to meet a woman.

"Sorry," cried Maliq turned his back and entered his rented house.

Anila chuckles at the behavior of friends, uh, what is her name now? Anila did not know what their relationship status was for now.

"Sorry, long wait." Finally Maliq returned to the terrace of the house to meet Anila. His appearance is much better. Although the shirt he wore was still the same, but now he was wearing thick material pants below the knee that covered his aura. Her hair was tied neatly even though some fine hair was not carried away.

"I thought you were dead" Anila said suddenly. His face was dipped, covering the obvious embarrassment.

"Huh?"

Maliq took out the phone from his pants pocket. 27 Times missed calls. "I overslept, sorry."

"Sleep is dead" said Anila.

"Heh, what ... you ... again worry about me?" seduced by Goda Maliq in order to see Anila's face bowed deeper and deeper.

"Thou, ah. People want to talk seriously even teased. I'll just go home" said Anila.

"Eh.uh…. Don't". Maliq pulled up Anila's sleeve and pointed at the chair where Anila was sitting earlier with his eyes, "Sorry. I'm gonna take it seriously, too." His whiny tone suddenly disappeared, changing with his earthy heavy voice.

Anila, who still did not want to see Maliq's face, was forced to drop on a wooden chair on the porch of a rented man's house that often teased him. But this time, the tone of Maliq's speech turned deeper.

"I'm sorry if I make the atmosphere more uncomfortable. I'm sorry if I said everything at the wrong time. But I feel like I don't have time to say everything to you. I accept all the risks. You're angry, you don't want to see me again, you hate, please. But there's something you need to hear."

"Today you're apologizing too much, unfortunately that's not what I want to hear" exclaimed Anila Ketus.

"Okay. No more apologize." Maliq raised two of his fingers giving a promised gesture.

"Can't you?" tanya Anila hangs.

"Couldn't you? How can I like you the way you mean?" tanya Maliq made Anila's face flushed. "Yes, yeah, how can you, huh? Though many beautiful girls, who are good, pinter also a lot." Maliq paused for a moment to see Anila's reaction. "Okay .. okay ..," Maliq immediately after seeing Anila's deadly glance.

"Em.I don't have any special reasons. That feeling suddenly comes with our closeness. Without me planning, I feel comfortable, I can be myself, it can be silly, crisp, annoying, even slovenly. I don't need to be someone else at the same time as you. I don't have to be tired of pretending to be nice. I could be what I am at the same time you are. That simple. It's as simple as the way you think, and it's also the thing I admire about you."

"Your existence breaks down all the standards of the women I dreamed of. Like I don't need all that. I just need you. Even if I always tell you, if I like girls like this, it just wants you to turn out like that. Doesn't mean I want those girls."

"So, you don't have my feelings, do you?" asked Anila after hearing Maliq's explanation.

Maliq. "Whatever you feel, it won't change my feelings for you."

"Silk! If I like you too, how?"

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......Hey, how do you try? What gas brakes, nih, taste?......