Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 4 - THE BEST EMPLOYEE

Anila rushed out of the mall where the exhibition was held. Return to Jakarta. Tonight is award night. Award for The Best Employee Of The Year. Last year, Anila got it. This year he was predicted as the strongest candidate to receive the award again. Anila's marketing strategy is always appropriate. Targets are far exceeded. The share of year-end results soared many times.

Anila never calculated working hours. He was willing to work beyond time, even on holidays, without being counted overtime. His dedication and loyalty are beyond doubt.

Anila was traveling at low speed. The streets are crowded on weekends. Especially tourist attractions like Bogor. 

Tourist attractions .. Bogor .. Viona. Anila breathes masygul.

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“Tuesday tomorrow you have an event?” asked Ranala on Sunday morning. 

“These mocked me or what, anyway?” Anila moved her lips pouting.

“Loh, Mas, right, just nanya. Who knows, you have a plan, that is. Wrong, yes?” ranala asked astonished to see his wife pouting.

“I, right, unemployed, Mas.”

“Blowjob ..” Error Ranala. “Kan, have not passed,” continued Ranala tease.

“Mas This shutter wants to entertain or mock me, anyway?” Anila was getting upset.

Ranala chuckled at the adorable anger of Anila.

“Emang want anything on Tuesday?” ask Anila. It seems the accident has disappeared. Very quickly the anger subsided. 

“So gini.” Ranala stood up from the black leather sofa in front of Anila. Move to Anila's side. Holding Anila's upper thigh. Little explanation. Ranala is typical of people who like to insert physical touch in communication. Don't bother first, physical touch here it's like tos, fist bumb, patting shoulders, stroking the head. Yes ... things like that, usually to focus the attention of the interlocutor. The science of public speaking is.

Duh, fasting month. Anila panic. This time it was no longer a sigh, but stronger. There was a strum running all over his body. Her stomach was empty because fasting was full. Not full of food, but with flying objects. 

“Still snotting, right, Viona ever said you want to break the fast?”

Anila took the magazine to the table. Hoping to make Ranala's hand loose from her thigh. Trial succeeded. Ranala pulled her hand so as not to block Anila's movements.

“Iya inget,” Anila replied briefly.

“Nah, Tuesday tomorrow Viona holiday. He wants to go to Bandung, all break the fast with.”

“Wah, come. Can,” exclaim Anila jubilant.

“But ...,” hesitate Ranala.

“But?” tanya Anila asked Ranala to continue her sentence.

“Viona would like to ask for help with you. Can?”

“Asks please? Me? What can I do?” ask Anila wonder.

“Viona says, she's cool to see how you dress. He was happy to see how you wear a veil and long clothes. Well, Tuesday tomorrow before breaking the fast, he asked for help anterin shopping for Muslim clothes. Temenin he is. All the teachers wear veils. Let the clothes not be so open. Risih Mas view.”

“Oalah, easy it mah. Leave it to Anila.” Anila boasted by patting her chest.

***

Incoming message notifications are heard. Quickly Anila took out a black flat object from inside her sling bag. Anila read and smiled a happy smile.

Message from Viona Tea: An, I've done it.

Without waiting and thinking long, Anila typed : Okay, Tea. I was on location.

Excited, it was Anila's current feeling. Viona is Anila's first hangout friend in Bandung. During this time his friend was only a greengrocer, a stall mother, gas mas-mas and gallons. The complex security guards.

After dawn Anila was busy choosing the right clothes to wear all day with Viona. Around shopping at the same time breaking the fast together at the hotel restaurant. Must be comfortable clothes during the day, as well as semi-formal for the night.

The black pashmina mainstay covers the crown. Plain white sweatshirt with outer earth-tone flannel. Scuba black culott as subordinate. White sneakers as a perfect. Do not forget the sling bag is enough to load the phone, wallet, and mucena parasites. That simple.

The sound of the horn shocked Anila. Anila squinted her eyes to see the rider more clearly. Car glass down. Viona waved from within, asking Anila to rush in. Too long a car stop can result in long traffic jams.

Anila ran over, then sat down next to the driver's seat. Installing seatbelt while spontaneously looking into the rear passenger seat. “Ade not coming, Teh?” anila asked after seeing the empty back seat.

“No, lah, An.” Viona drove forward after checking through the center and right side mirrors. “Can be excited if he comes along. Not so our shopping, even those who are chasing him,” continued Viona accompanied by a graceful clique. 

Beautiful to a woman her age. Dress shirt sky blue horizontal stripes white knee-length. Appears white skin. Hair is dipepol arbitrary with scraft accessories that are tied into a simple knot at the top of the head. Who would have thought she was a girl with a child almost the age of Anila.

“Oke, where are we now?” viona asked, discharging Anila's admiration at the mature woman beside her. 

“From the first yes, Tea. We go to Jalan Sulanjana. There are several Muslim clothing shops. We explore everything!” exclaim Anila excited.

“Hahahaha .. ready, Boss! Let’s go!” viona exclaimed no less excitedly accompanied by her crisp laughter. “Wait. Almost forgot it. Stop by Skin Care Salon first. I've chatted the doctor, just take it, really. Don’t worry.” His crisp laugh changed into a smile that momentarily disappeared. Replacing with eyes that focus on the condition of the road, and a smart hand turns the steering wheel. Looks like Viona is very familiar with the streets in Bandung. 

“Teteh ?” fasting anila asked breaking the silence. Saw there were several boxes of fruits.

“Yes, I leaked this morning. Sebel deh.” Viona pressed her lips. “Sorry yes,” regrets.

“That's his ex, not finished yet, sih.” Viona pointed with her head. While Viona's eyes remained straight staring at the streets. “Later while walking is okay, yes, if I eat?” 

 “Nothing, lah, Tea. I'm, right, not an easy kid with the same food. Uh, but Teteh sure eat that? Don't want to stop by a rather heavy buy, is that it? Bread?”

“No .. I’m just eating real food, An.” 

Anila furrowed her brows a sign of lack of understanding.

“And I'm not young anymore, An. Almost 40's. Metabolism is not like women in their 20s. So you have to keep the diet. Yes it is, deh, my food.”

“Emang full, Tea?” ask Anila curious.

“If you're ordinary, full-fledged,” replied Viona is still sharing her beautiful smile.

Anila's lips were rounded. Viona is very beautiful at her age. Take care of yourself by maintaining a diet, skin care routine. Ah, very lucky Viona's husband. Husband? Both Viona and Ranala never mentioned him.

“Yuk, down,” invite Viona to wake Anila that they have arrived.

“Iya, Tea,” agree Anila.

The shop is cooled with spiritual music. Accompanying visitors sort out hundreds of Muslim clothes that are neatly displayed. Anila and Viona split not too far away. Researching, wiping materials, to imagine when worn.

“You like what color, An?” ask Viona quietly.

“Em, I, right, item, yes, Tea. So I do wear earth tone colors, so.”

“No. You are not black. Just maybe em.. needs a little care so that the skin looks healthy.” Viona took a look from the top of Anila's head to her feet. Makes Anila a little uncomfortable.

“So, have you got your shirt?” Anila switched the conversation.

“Yup, this .... this ... this ... If this is how, yes?” Viona showed me some of her choice clothes.

“For the first time if you wear hijab, the choice of neutral clothes color just first, Teh.” Anila gave advice. “Let if the shirt is still that-that's all, it doesn't look that obvious. Well, the hijab is more color variants. How?” tanya Anila made sure her suggestion was acceptable to Viona or not.   

“Iya, too anyway. So, green is okay? Pink is also not okay?”

“Not okay, Tea. Later, yes, gradual.” Anila rubbed Viona's back. 

“Ya, already. I want you, deh.”

Anila replied with a smile. 

Anila took off some long sleeves on Viona's body. Choose some neutral colors. 

“OK. Done.” Anila was satisfied with some of her choice clothes. Viona agreed. Viona is more eager to choose a pashmina with almost all colors, various materials, and motifs. “Teh, are you sure?” anila asked as soon as she saw the pile of hijabs Viona had chosen.

“It's not for all of me, An.” Viona reached into her shopping bag. “This is for you.” Viona gives two pashmina in light blue and salem. “We twin!” Viona's spirit showed two pashmina exactly the same as the one given to Anila.

***

With the same pashmina, Anila and Viona arrive at the hotel's parking lot. Hand brake lever pulled, machine turned off. Viona took off the seatbelt, and took out the phone from inside her handbag. In silence he rolled his phone.

“OK, Ranala has been waiting for us inside,” said Viona later.

Anila turned her eyes to her phone. No incoming message notification from Ranala. Why did Ranala tell Viona?

“Hai, have you been waiting for a long time?” Viona pulls the chair on the round table. 

“Not also,” replied Ranala briefly. Her gaze alternated looking at Viona and Anila as she said, "You guys..," then pause and look back at Viona longer, “Cantik.”

“Ah, thank you.” Viona blushed. Anila who dandanin me.

Ranala realized they were not both. There was Anila who was already sitting beside him. Sit in silence. Feeling foreign alone.

“How's your day?” Ranala patted Anila's thigh, realising Anila that the question was on her.

“Great, Mas.” Anila was unable to hide her bitter smile.

Allahuakbar…

Alhamdulillah

“You open, first, gih.” Viona thrust out two bowls of banana compote.

One bowl of banana compote toilet as an opener. Anila stood alone to do the magrib prayer. “Mas, pray first, yuk,” invite Anila. 

“I will, you go first. I need to be with Viona.”

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