Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 43 - PAPI REQUEST

"Thank you, Ummi," said Anila as she wanted to say goodbye to Ummi, Ustaz Rahmat's wife. Ummi-lah booster Anila to be able to complete stage by stage emotional therapy.

"Sama-sama, Tea. Don't worry if there's something to ask. InshaAllah my Abi HP that holds, so do not hesitate if you want WA," said Ummi while wiping the back of Anila's hand.

"good. I say goodbye, Ummi."

"Let me drop off, Tea." Ummi accompanied the army's green hooded women down the emergency class hallway that was blocked by a plywood. A simple school for Quran memorizers. Anila could not help but look through the makeshift rooms through the corner of her eye. "The human mind is limited, Tea. Sometimes we don't need to know everything. We simply filter out what is important" said the simple woman. Maybe because of finding Anila who was seen researching all corners of the class that passed.

"Oh, sorry, Ummi," Anila regretted.

The simple woman without makeup waved at Anila who passed by in an online taxi. A humble woman who calms anyone who is beside her. It is fitting that Ustaz Rahmat is very dependent on the existence of the woman. The bias of hope in Anila's mind can be a calming figure like Ummi.

Anila shook her back at the backrest of the online taxi seat, feeling herself to have plenty of PR to improve herself. Let his focus this time be only on self-improvement, about Ranala, he sure can follow.

A black sedan parked in Papi's courtyard. Ranala's? Tumben is still late in the afternoon he's home, Anila's inner.

The stylish woman entered the courtyard towards the open front door. There was Ranala sitting on her back to the door. The man who was still neat with his body fit shirt was not aware of Anila's arrival. The man appeared to be having a close conversation with someone on the phone.

"Yes, we'll meet to talk about it, yeah. It's not good to talk on the phone." That soft voice was definitely not a way of communicating with fellow men. Too ridiculous.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Anila slowly but made Ranala flinch.

"An?" said clumsy.

"The greeting person was answered, Mas," Anila replied in a low tone but successfully made the face freeze for a few seconds. Anila did not wait for Ranala to answer her greetings, she chose to pass and enter Anna's bedroom, her resting place while at Papi's house.

After the door was closed, Anila was sitting limp behind the door. He pulled a jacket hanging on the back of the chair, a Maliq parachute jacket. The woman, who was still fully dressed, squeezed her parachute jacket and hugged herself. In his shadow was clearly the face of Maliq who was holding it.

Maliq, sorry I disavowed. Let me just cry today. Tomorrow I promise to be happy again, as I promised, Inner Anila.

"An, God is testing you, to know how strong your hijrah intention is. I will be with you, at least my prayers. We are both fighting. Relax, it won't be long, at least enough for a lifetime. There will only be happiness." The figure of Maliq disappeared with the arrival of fog.

"Ma?" Anila was stunned from her sleep on the cold marble floor. "Astaghfirullah." He saw the clock showing at half six in the afternoon. It turned out that Anila fell asleep for an hour while hugging her knee tucked in a Maliq parachute jacket.

Anila took a deep breath, strengthening her legs to stand up to support her body. His legs that still feel weak are helped by both hands that try to reach the seat back as a handle. Slowly, Anila returned to her feet, beginning to feel strong, not just standing up but facing whatever the odds were. Keep with me, O God, ask Anila in your heart.

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Anna's house was made in such a way as a cottage. Located in a tourist destination one of the reasons. So that it can be a jujugan— place in Javanese means a place to stop by—family and friends, he said. So that guests can have privacy, added Mas Dani—suamiinya..

Anila entered the 4 x 8 square meter building. A large room without a bulkhead. Inside there is a king-size bed with white sheets, complete with bolsters and pillows and a matching bed cover.

Baiti Jannati, as Anna and Mas Dani, named their home. Not like a house in general. The collection of houses in one block is more like a cottage. 

There are four buildings as huts, and one separate building as a gathering space. In the gathering room is the dining room, the kitchen is clean and dirty, until the entertainment room becomes one in a glass wall on all three sides and one side is covered with exposed brick walls with a combination of key tiles.

One cottage resting place Anna and Mas Dani, opposite it occupied by Mami and Papi, at the outer end will be a resting place of Father and Mother, while the other, while the other, will be a resting place, the cottage closest to the gathering room is the room of Anila and Ranala.

Ranala who was tired of driving all night for more than eight hours decided to immediately rest inside the cottage. While Anila who is still reluctant one roof with the man intends to walk out down Baiti Jannati while looking around.

Anila came out from one of the lodges after staring at the tired body that had been lying helplessly on the bed, without even having time to change clothes. Anila squinted to filter the contrasting sunlight in. Adapting from the shade of the cottage room directly to the vast sky without limits. 

Women who have changed the style of dress more syar'i pay attention to the design of the cottage. This triangular cottage with two symmetrical slopes looks more like a tent. The roof dangles until it almost touches the ground, so this roof has two functions, namely the roof itself and the wall.

“Lho, An. Not tired? How not to rest?” asked Anna who was in the kitchen clean in the gathering room.

“No sleep, Ma'am. Lha wong is still bright like this,” Anila replied pointing to a bright blue sky without clouds.

“Yes, want to make coffee?” bargain Anna.

“No need, Ma'am, I made my own.”

“Glass, coffee strainer, all on Mas Dani's desk yes, An.”

“Iya, Ma'am. Uh, by the way Mas Dani, where is Mas Dani, really, invisible, anyway?”

“Still in Makassar he. No tickets before the flyer. So it's only the afternoon of the boat" Anna explained.

"Well, aren't you here, dong?"

"Well, what else, An. The important thing, anyway, later pas lahiran can nemenin." Anna rubbed her stomach which already looked very big.

The woman with the rectangular veil who was no longer tied but was allowed to unravel over her chest smiled in response to Anna's words. If all was well, his son would be the first grandchild in the family.

Astarghfirullah's. Anila immediately dismissed the passing suppositions, because Rosul hated the word 'if', because it opened the door for Satan to enter and decorate something that God had ordained.

The glass contained hot black robusta without the dregs of Vietnamese drip strainers hugged with the palm of Anila's hand. Warm. Enough to warm the body from the coolness of the foot of Mount Merapi.

Anila walked towards the other side of the gathering room with coffee in her hand. Three wooden chairs on the outside of the gathering room. All three seats face the slope where the lava flow, Mount Merapi vomit, which is now green, dense, and fertile. The thing that humans think is destructive, just makes it better, Anila's mind drifts.

Anila occupied one of the three. Reflecting on what is being experienced, maybe all this will actually make me a better human being?

"Son." Papi's soft voice shocked Anila.

"Yes, Pi." Anila who was too late in the atmosphere was unaware of Papi's presence. "What do you want? Want coffee? or hot water?" asked Anila awkwardly.

"Engga, son," refused Papi. "Thank you, yes, son," he cried softly until barely heard. "You have granted Papi's wish. Although this must be hard for you."

Anila lowered her head for a while and looked back at the slope of the lava flow while agreeing inwardly.

"May Papi ask for one more thing?" pinta Papi while turning slightly his sitting position facing Anila.

"By, dong, Pi. Papi want what?" challenge Anila who is actually also hesitant to grant Papi's request or not. But refuse, obviously not the right time considering the condition of Papi who looks weak.

"Papi please, please tell me about Papi to your son and Rana later, yes. So that they would know Papi, and would send a prayer to Papi."

"Kids?"

......***......

......Well, loh. Not yet referred, Papi asked for a grandson. Auto tepok jidat, no, Anila?......