Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 48 - NGOPI ON THE CLOUDS

Two months have passed since Papi's departure. The first time lost for Anila and Ranala from the deepest circle. Not only carve out embedded longing and sadness, but also thousands of messages. That life is not eternal. Happy, sad, sick, all will be headed to the word finished. Then, why fight desperately for something that will not be taken home?

Women who have pursued a career from zero to the top, now decided to leave. It is not an easy matter indeed, considering the time and struggle that has been given a lot. Doing things that only God is happy about, that's all the focus is now. Including accompanying the husband in sorrow and carefree.

"Mas," called Anila making Ranala blink her eyes several times, as if she was pulling the soul back into the body. Ranala's view was not separated from the vintage industrial house, the house that has been occupied in the last ten years.

"Everything?" Anila assures that all the last items left in the house have been fully removed.

Ranala nodded heavily. Anila understood very well it felt like leaving something that could be said to have been fused. Releasing which is the result of labor with sweat and blood. Weight, but no more preference.

"Yuk," asked Ranala who was still reluctant to look at the house. Until the box car turns and removes the image of a masculine house behind other buildings.

Anila rubbed the back of Ranala's hand. Invigorating the man who is now staring at the hand on the lap. The rubbing of Anila's hand in Ranala's grasp seemed to receive the positive flow given.

"We're going to write a new story in a new place. Take it easy, the story will still be exciting," said Anila while staring for sure at Ranala.

A smile of relief was already etched on Ranala's masculine face. At least someone still believes him. "One more," he said.

"Yes, one more step. I certainly can. We certainly can. Innallaha ma'ana." Anila's words and smile reassured her husband that she was not fighting alone.

***

"With a heavy heart, I had to let the Bandung branch be taken over directly by the center. Maybe friends also already know from the rumors circulating. The truth of the news is true. I had to resign. Friends please be prepared, there will still be a selection from the center for employee reduction for savings. But, guys, don't worry. The sustenance is not from me, not from the company. We are just intermediaries. The sustenance is from God. Keep improving the quality of yourself, God willing here or outside, friends will shine more."

A thunderous applause filled the lobby of Ranala's office. Anila patted Ranala on the back a proud omen at the bold decision her husband took.

Ranala greeted all the employees who had served him for years. Close embrace received Ranala as a form of closeness that has been established for so long. Anila followed the man who could not hold back the flow of tears that kept coming out even though he kept wiping to leave a trace.

"Mbak Anila's. Erni kangen is the same mother." Front office employees who often became friends Anila used to directly strafe Anila with a hug. "Erni is sorry, Erni is much wrong. Anila's strong mom, yeah. Anyway Erni will continue to be on Anila's side." Erni continued to talk could not be stopped, even without waiting for Anila's reply.

"Mbak Erni" called Anila while putting her index finger on her lips. A sign that Erni must end her speech that does not know the time and place. Worried Ranala or other employees heard.

"Sorry, Ma'am," said Erni Lirih. "Anyways, Ms. Anila never stay Mr. Rana again, yes. Erni does not want that Mr. Rana is the same woman again." This time Erni can control the volume of her voice.

"God willing, Miss Erni. As long as Mas Rana still wants to be with me," joked Anila.

Erni gave a clenched hand gesture, while speaking without a sound, "Fighting!"

Anila replied with the same gesture.

***

"Alhamdulillah, all debts have been paid off, An," said Ranala relieved when he got out of a private bank on Dago Street.

"Alhamdulillah," thanks Anila.

"But the rest just stay this way," complained Ranala while showing his savings book. "We won't be able to buy a house in the city anymore, I guess."

"Who likes living in the middle of the city?" Anila asked a rhetorical question. "If I, anyway, prefer silence, away from the hustle and bustle. A place where we can be alone, but not alone." Anila showed me her teeth.

"Ah, I know. Get the helmet on!" ranala's orders while turning on her matic motorbike. The only vehicle they have now.

"Where are we going, anyway, Mas?" anila asked as the motorbike had already driven far away from the city. It even went far beyond the city limits.

"Anyway, you will definitely like it" exclaimed Ranala enthusiastically.

"Here we go." Ranala pointed at a piece of land at the top of the hill. The view overlooks the city, the streets, and the trees seen from the top side. Yes, visible from that height only the roofs of settlements and buildings, the contortion of the streets, and the tops of trees that look so far, but beautiful. "If it were morning, the scene would be covered in clouds. So we will feel again on the clouds," Ranala explained. "Where, like?"

"Like.." Of course Anila the nature lover is very fond of the scenery in front of her. It's just, after liking, then what?

"Okay, wait." Ranala took out the phone from her pants pocket. Pressing a series of numbers and talking to someone on the other side walked away from Anila.

***

A tiny two-story building stood on a hilltop, far outside the city and the crowd. Alloys of wood and exposed cement materials fill each other with dark and bright. The ancient teak chairs contained several corners in them. The rest is spread out in the courtyard overlooking the cityscape and the tops of the trees from above.

In the morning of the dry season, the view will be covered with clouds. So that presents the sensation of coffee on the clouds, said Ranala. Words that reminded Anila of Maliq who always wanted to invite the woman to coffee on the clouds.

That was the coffee shop as well as the residence of Anila and Ranala now. The two complement each other and fill in there, both.

Mal, now almost every morning I can have a coffee on the clouds. Two things at once that can foster the spirit of living the day, the meaning of your presence and coffee. Your presence always reminds me of loving sincerely. Keep giving, without demanding to receive. Because the human reward is not as much. Anila sipped her coffee while enjoying the gift of beautiful scenery.

"An, so today's bad?" asked Ranala who was suddenly sitting by Anila's side. Enjoying the workday which is actually his holiday.

"So, Mas. After this departed," replied Anila as she raised her glass. "Oh, yeah. Shopping records? All the way to town, you can do some shopping."

"I'm WA, yeah."

With a black inner dress, and an outer plaid tunic left open her buttons, Anila not only looks beautiful, but is graceful and tough at the same time. Very personal describe Anila. The carefree figure was ready to go to help fill the class at Sequba-School Koran Toddler.

It was not because Anila's life was perfect that she was willing to help and make others happy. Only he chose that way to heal his wounds, hoping that with him helping others then God Himself would treat his pain and sorrow.

***

"An, Papi's dream. Today we go to the tomb." Ranala who was asleep on the chair suddenly nodded and shouted so. Out of nowhere, suddenly Ranala was very insistent on going to Sleman that day, the place where Papi was buried.

"Pi, sorry Rana just came again. InshaAllah Rana will continue to doain Papi," lirih Ranala whispered to the stone marker of the existence of the tomb of Papi flat with the ground. "Now Rana and Anila return home, yes," Ranala's permission. "Yuk, An," asked Ranala to embrace Anila's back to turn around.

"Attent, Mas. I want to talk to Papi first," Anila's pinta is guaranteed by Ranala. Anila squatted near the marker stone while Ranala remained standing waiting. "Pi, God willing, Anila will carry out Papi's mandate. Anila's gonna tell Papi about the granddaughter of Papi." Anila stroked her stomach.

"An," called Ranala in shock.

Anila raised her head until she met Ranala's round eyes.

"Yes, Mas. Papi wants a grandson."

***

EXPIRE

Alhamdulillah, Anila For Anala is over.

Thank you for reading to the end. May there be wisdom taken. Sorry to say if there are things beyond your expectations. Because it is forgiving sincerity that wants the author to underscore.

Keep up the passion for friends who are being tested. God willing whatever the form of the test, God's purpose is only one. We just want to ask and get closer to Him. That'sthat's all.

You are stronger than you think. As sad as anything is, you'll be fine. Believe that!

See you at the next ASA author.