Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 45 - THE WAY BACK

The excitement of the Eid atmosphere in Baiti Jannati continues. Anna is getting more difficult to move because her pregnancy has entered the 36th week, plus a housekeeper who asks for the right to leave, so only the power of Anila and Ranala is reliable.

Many times Ranala and Anila cross paths, one picking up a dirty plate while the other brings hot dishes to refill the empty serving plate. So busy, they did not even have time to realize the views of the people.

"Well, it's really compact, yeah, you two." Anilla and Ranala compactly sculpted carrying a pot and a pile of dishes when they heard the chattering of one of Papi's sisters.

Ranala scratched her non-itchy head with one of her hands freed from the dirty dishes. While Anila only replied with a smile while looking down on reverence.

"Well, tired too." Unwittingly, the man in white cocoa shirt with his arms rolled up was suddenly already standing at the side of Anila's seat. The woman who was enjoying the view of the slope shifted to give her space to sit.

"Coffee?" hold it while offering a cup containing espreso.

"Thank you." Anila received the cup and immediately took a slow sip while it was hot. "Hemmm.naaac." The woman with the white robe closed her eyes while flattening the coffee all over her tongue, so that all the balanced flavors were enjoyed together. The bitterness, the sweetness, the sourness all complement each other, do not dominate each other. Plus the smell is yelling, too bad when wasted. Anila inhaled deeply into the aroma which turned out to give a relaxing effect.

"What coffee, anyway, this?" anila asked as she slowly opened her eyes. He was slightly stunned as he realized Ranala was watching him.

"Seriously delicious?" ranala asked enthusiastically waiting for Anila's answer.

"Seriously," Anila replied definitely without the slightest hesitation. "All the flavors in this coffee, tuh, proportional, that is. Must be a special coffee." Anila tried to describe the taste reaction on her tongue.

Ranala smiled proudly. "The coffee, anyway, is ordinary. It's just what makes it special," joked Ranala who made the effect of widening the eyes of women at his side.

Anila distanced her body position from Ranala to clarify her vision. Convince himself that the person before him is indeed a Ranala Raia Danalaga–a mature man.

"Are you okay, Mas?" tanya Anila did not believe Ranala who suddenly became a zombie like Maliq. Anila shook her head at her husband's behavior.

Husband? Anila was unsure about the law of their relationship. Five years of not receiving an inner living can it still be said to be a husband? But the sentence of divorce was never thrown from the words of the man who had married her seven years ago. Except, a letter of agreement made at the insistence of Anila. Is it legal in the eyes of law and religion?

Anila dropped her head to the right and to the left. His neck and shoulders stiffened after a hard day of work plus thinking about his relationship with Ranala, making the woman massage his shoulders slowly which felt hardened.

"Capek, huh?" Ranala followed the shoulder covered with white robe. The massage that initially managed to make Anila look shocked. However, instead of pulling over, Anila enjoyed that comfortable touch while closing her eyes.

"Have you eaten, An?" tanya Ranala spread the comfort that Anila was enjoying. Because of the busyness, Anila forgot to include even a little carbohydrate from noon. Anila shook her head.

"Eat, yuk!" take Ranala while getting up from her seat.

"But everything's up, Mas. There's no leftover at all."

Anila nodded quickly, because her stomach was just as thrashing demanding her rights.

"Do you want me to get you a jacket?" tawar Anilla is moving towards her cottage room.

"Can."

Anila's gaze swept the room looking for the whereabouts of Ranala's jacket, which was hanging behind the door, alongside her parachute jacket. Anila pulled the parachute jacket, but this time it wasn't to wear. Anila kept the parachute jacket in her suitcase and wore a knee-length knit cardigan. It's time for you to rest. I'll be fine. Anila monologued to the parachute jacket in her heart. Anila cheerfully went outside the cabin room while carrying Ranala's jacket.

Ranala drove the bike at low speed, because the cold air felt piercing his face which only uses a helmet without glass. So did Anila. Although using long clothes and a knit jacket lining, his open palm felt frozen. Anila spontaneously put her date in Ranala's jacket pocket. Anila could feel Ranala slightly squeaking.

"Sorry, yeah. It was cold, no gloves," Anila said as they stopped at the crossing.

"Yes, yeah. It's cold." Ranala tried to find warmth by also putting both of her hands into her pocket, where Anila's hands were. Anila was weaving the icy fingers to share the warmth. Ranala strengthened the braid for a while. The two were so enjoying the warm sensation that each other caused, that the sound of car horns climbing them both. The two chuckled with their own stupidity, which was as playful as the newly dating ABG.

"An," call Ranala in front of an empty bowl that was full of typical Gunung Kidul jowo noodles. Noodles are immediately toilet in seconds so hungry both.

"Hmm?" anila responded while sipping her hot tea. "Why?" Anila had already put the glass back on the table, indicating she was ready to listen to Ranala.

"I'm interested in coffee. Not just the drinks, but the whole process."

Anila propped up her chin and focused all her attention on the man opposite her desk.

"Breeding, planting, harvesting, sowing, stripping of the arkin, until roasting and grinding. I aspired to have a coffee shop, a long time ago. Before the cafes of today moldy, yes. Not just a modern cafe like now, but a classic coffee shop where in it, yes, just selling pure coffee without added sugar, milk, or creamer. So really only for coffee lovers. Not just a style with coffee." The idealist Ranala reappeared.

"If it used to be hindered by the same busyness in the office. And now..," Ranala hesitantly continued.

"Now?" pinta Anila to get Ranala to continue the story.

"Now I feel that this is the time. Just when the office project was sluggish, and my debt was already mounting. Houses and vehicles must also be abandoned. I have to take the steering."

"Tu.wait. Ma...muse me?"

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