Anila For Anala
CHAPTER 7 - MALIQ OR MALIQ & D'ESSENTIALS
Anila runs the car in peace. Succeeded away. A satisfied smile fell on his lips. He just needs to turn in front, hand over the parking card and.
Anila arrived at the turn, not looking to the left. A motorcycle suddenly appeared and with a flash was already in front of Anila's car. Gosh darn. Anila hit something. It sounds like a clamped object between the tires of a car and the floor.
"Jeez." Without thinking long Anila straightened the motor that fell because it was hit by him. As a former child of MAPALA, Anila's power cannot be equated with that of an ordinary woman. "It's okay, Mum…." Anila was silent for a moment, "Maliq?"
Anila shut her mouth. Condemn mistakes. The person who had been most avoided for the past few hours was now right in front of him. In fact, Anila who started calling him. Hoping Maliq doesn't recognize, or Anila suddenly has the power to transform into a transparent being.
The rider narrowed his eyes, "Anila?"
Without answering, Anila drew closer to Maliq. Means leading Maliq who has difficulty standing. Instead of welcoming, Maliq retreated and raised both his hands. Avoiding Anila's hand that almost touched her arm.
Anila forgot, she's Maliq. Men who are so guarding themselves from the opposite sex. Anila who was awkward actually scolded Maliq. "You were, if the street parking slowly, why, anyway?"
"Huh? I'm only 20 km/h, An. You're not looking to the left." Maliq defended himself.
"It is not possible that your speed is only 20 km/h, why but it can suddenly appear so?" snapped Anila.
Maliq's right hand was raised, giving gestures to end the debate. "Bag me?"
"More." Anila handed Maliq's backpack roughly to Maliq's lap.
"Ck ...," lamented Maliq as he rubbed his back neck. Maliq stood up, with a limp walking away from Anila without a word.
"Where are you going?" tanya Anila prevents Maliq.
There's no answer. Maliq walked towards the security guard post and chatted briefly with someone in uniform inside. Anila just silently watched. Finished talking, Maliq went outside further away from Anila.
"Hey, where are you going?" Half-run Anila trying to catch Maliq. Lucky Maliq street is limping, making it easier for Anila to match her steps.
"Outside the basement. There is no signal here" Maliq replied after learning Anila was on a par with him.
"Yes, what are you doing?" Anila was not satisfied with Maliq's answer.
Maliq breathed heavily. "Tuh," point Maliq to his bike. "My bike is bent. If forced to walk, it is damaged. I'm going home with ojek. The motorbike has been dropped into the security guard, tomorrow morning new here again."
Maliq continued his path away from Anila with little difficulty. Just a few steps, "I'm taking you!" anila's shout made Maliq stop his steps and turn around.
Although Anila's request was clear, Maliq frowned. Signs he doesn't really understand what Anila means.
"I'm taking you," Anila repeated.
"No need, it's late. You go home, afraid of the night," replied Maliq. I don't know, Anila felt there was a tinge of worry in the sentence of a shoulder-haired man who was now neatly bound.
"You want to go in alone, or I have to pull," Anila threatened while commanding Maliq to enter with the movement of his eyes.
Maliq's jaw is hardened. Heavy breath back gusting. Without answering, Maliq moved closer to the passenger door. Satisfied Anila forced Maliq, half running rushing to the steering door.
Silent in the car. There was not a single sound except vaguely the voice of the radio announcer was sourced from the tape of Anila's car. Tense situation try Anila redam by moving the radio channel dominated by romantic songs and dayu-dayu. Understand, it's Sunday night.
"What channel do you want?" anila asked breaking the silence.
Replied with Maliq's shoulder raised. His gaze remained lowered, looking at the hand on his lap. Occasionally look outside, then look down again. Doesn't look like an old friend who just met.
"Tomorrow I'll call a mechanic." Anila tried to get Maliq back to talk.
"Make?" tanya Maliq was still staring at the hand on her lap.
"Yes, really your bike."
"Make what? You're not wrong." Anila knew that sentence was a satire for her.
"It doesn't matter who's right, who's wrong, yeah." Anila's tone was rising. Perverted Anila realized her interlocutor was not her usual subordinate being yelled at. "Sorry" said Anila.
"Sorry? Everybody's changing." Anila took off her steering wheel for a moment and went back to controlling it. Anila did not accept Maliq's statement.
"Not all, of course." Maliq's reply made Anila look her head in disbelief at Maliq's answer. "Everything is still the same for me."
"It's not clear." Anila decided to end the debate.
"Front turn right. House number 29" pinta Maliq.
The car stopped on a warm brown house. Maliq got out of Anila's car without saying goodbye or thank you, just saying, "Wait a minute."
Anila was hypnotized. Silence does not fight. Waiting for Maliq in the car with the engine still on.
Maliq was seen getting inside the fence before finally coming back out on a motorbike.
"Where else are you going?" asked Anila astonished. Doesn't Maliq's leg still hurt. Where does he go these nights riding a motorcycle.
"I intervened, "briefly Maliq, but managed to round Anila's eyes.
"Huh?" Anila astonishment. "No need. It's so weird" Anila said. Obviously strange, driving someone to drive a car using a motorbike. What'd you try for?
"Paint the road" Maliq insisted irrefutable. "Wait .. wear this." Maliq gives outdoor parachute jacket blue ash combination.
This jacket is no stranger. Unisex parachute jacket that Anila once gave to Maliq when going hiking to the Andong mountain.
...*** ...
At that time Anila came to Maliq index using the jacket. Anila Sembab's eyes. Maliq panicked because of it. Maliq who had thought things out, held back a laugh because he knew the reason Anila cried all night. Not getting permission Mother to go to Mount Andong. Actually Maliq was joking, but Anila took it seriously. "Yes, don't cry anymore, yeah. Your jacket is here. I'll take it to Andong. Later you can smell Andong, deh, in your jacket."
Suggestions that instantly eased Anila's crying and took off her jacket for Maliq. "Titip ya, take him to coffee on the clouds like your story."
"Yes" Maliq replied with a smile. There was a sense of sadness that no Anila went with him. But Maliq understood what Mother meant to protect her daughter.
...***...
Anila was wearing a jacket that now had a distinctive aroma. Not the smell of Andong, but the smell of masculine. Anila runs her car as quietly as possible. But not with his heart. His heart was like dancing in joy. Anila was unable to prevent the now-created curvature on her lips.
Repeatedly Anila glanced at the rearview mirror, ensuring the speed of the car made it easier for Maliq to accompany her. That look never disappeared. That worried look. How much Anila missed this feeling. Feeling happy because of worry. How long has he not felt that feeling. A feeling that was never created when he was with Ranala.
A song playing soft from Anila's car radio. It was like a soundtrack to their togetherness scene.
Without the words stolen from my heart
He showed me his love
Feels different
When with him
I'm in love
He's like what I've always been waiting for
I want
Oh he (he, he) saw me for who I was
As if I were perfect
...***...
...Does anyone know what the title of the song is?...
