Anila For Anala
CHAPTER 40 - THE END OF THE STORY
I've managed to sculpt your face in my mind. Black hair wave shoulder-length, tan skin ripe, wide eyebrows irregular, nose bones protruding slightly in the middle, eyelashes straight and smooth, eye, as well as a pair of thin lips that rarely curl when in discomfort, but voluntarily expand when in the faith, one of them when we are together.
It's enough to feel like this is a source of strength when I'm gambled and worried. You will be the wishful thinking I hold even if only in memory. A reminder that I am not alone, and a giver of courage when my death comes.
Inner Anila steeled herself not to drip a circle that would make the man next to her even harder to let go. His entire gesture was made as if he was indeed prepared with a farewell. The best smiles expand and the eyes twinkle of joy.
"An, promise ya." This time Maliq who was staring at Anila's black bead was so concentrated, making both of Anila's eyebrows bond together.
"Promise, no matter what happens, you will choose to be happy." There was doubt from her tone, as if not believing that Anila could.
The woman with the veil tied around the neck nodded quickly reassuringly. "I will," Anila replied with a raised two-finger gesture and a smile that was expected to calm Maliq, at least for now.
The shortest Jakarta-Bandung trip in Anila's life. Trains are like transportation, moving from one point to another without passing the distance between the two points. Although reluctant, the time has come. Split up, as the end of the story.
"Like the train we boarded, I've come to my destiny. And you're on your way to your end. Our goals are different, even with the same vehicle. We are different, even though we want to be happy. Thank you for what has been outlined, not necessarily we will get better than this. After this, don't look for me. I will be happy in my own way. Promise!" The last message Anila wrote to someone on the train. The train that went away carried away where his heart once docked. Anila blocked that number and erased it for good. There will be no more stories between them. Except to meet in the do'a.
She could only cover her mouth with her hands. Dispelling the screams that might come along with the roars of crying. Never thought it would hurt this much. Describe something dear, despite knowing the fact that the feeling does not clap one hand.
The train turned into a small dot which then disappeared. Anila took a deep breath, turning dream mode into reality. Because the truth is what he has to face now.
***
"Assalam'ualaikum," said Anila who was greeted by a face that was so missed, Papi. The body was not as thick as Anila remembered, the distended stomach shrank, and there were large pouches twitching under the eyes.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Anila, Papi's son!" welcome is still as warm. Papi rubbed the end of Anila's head covered in a rectangular veil. "Who's the guy?" Papi looked behind Anila's back.
"Alone, Pi."
"Where?" telisik Papi was not satisfied with the tired-looking woman's answer.
"Mas Rana doesn't know Anila's coming yet" Anila replied honestly.
"Yes, come on, let's go in." Papi grabbed Anila's shoulder and dribbled through the white teak door of the house. "Your mama's gone. Papi is alone" exclaimed Papi answering Anila's undisclosed question.
"Fast the fire, son."
"Cock? Shouldn't Papi be taking medication? Don't push yourself too hard, Pi," Anila protested.
"Eventually, if not fasting also Papi does not appetite. Nausea, son, if you eat."
"To open later Anila masakin fish soup, yes," Anila bargained while showing a crackle containing the ingredients she bought while traveling from the station to Papi's house.
Papi replied with a nod before saying off-topic, "Sorry Papi, yes. Because it makes your life difficult. Papi feels guilty for your father and mother."
The woman who had been sitting on the side of the middle-aged man responded by rubbing the back of the hand that looked thinner. "Anila is fine. Papi do'ain Anila, yes."
"Always, Son. Always." The old eye looks brightly holding out the clear grains.
***
Anila accompanied Papi to the resting place after praying dzuhur. The current condition of Papi does not allow activity for a long time. The body is tired quickly that demands a break for a moment. Anila helped raise that weak body to the top of the bed. After making sure the body was comfortable in bed, Anila closed the door slowly so as not to wake the eyes that had just closed.
Anila put all her luggage into Anna's old room. He has not been interested in returning to Ranala's room. There is still a reluctance to dwell, which he himself does not know when will be lost.
"An, when's it coming?" mami's voice suddenly was behind Anila's back who was busy giving fresh tilapia.
"Eh, Mommy." Anila washed her hands in the kitchen sink before grabbing Mami's hand and kissing the back of the cold hand. "Just now, Mi," Anila replied as flat as possible accompanied by a forced smile, dispelling the disappointment that had been stinged due to Mami's treatment five years ago. "Mommy clean up and rest first, gih. Let Anila cook." At this time alone may be better, at least Anila needs time to organize her heart and tone the sound so as not to explode like before.
"Yes, Mommy to the water first, yes. O, yes, the cooking is a bit of a yes. You want to open Rana here too he said," Mami's message as it passed. As if there was no burden incurred from the sentence that was issued.
The deg! Ranala's coming. Will Anila ever see Ranala again? Meet in front of Papi.
***
If you meet yourself maybe more able to issue expressions of dislike, resentment, and so on. But if in front of the in-laws, all kagok, no, anyway?
