Anila For Anala

CHAPTER 8 - MEMORY PARACHUTE JACKET

Maliq squinted his eyes before he could recognize the woman. Not likely. "Anila?"

He did not answer, but came closer. It's clear, she's Anila. It is impossible that Maliq forgot Anila's face, although now there are many changes to it. Anila reached out to help Maliq stand up. Sontak Maliq retreated and raised both hands. Avoiding Anila's hand that almost touched her arm.

"You were, if the street parking slowly, why, anyway?" anila's Tegur.

"Huh? I'm only 20 km/h, An. You don't look to the left" said Maliq.

"It is not possible that if your speed is only 20 km/h, why can it suddenly appear so?" 

Too tired and sore Maliq legs to argue. Maliq raised one hand to gesture at Anila to end the debate. "Bag me?"

"More." Anila handed Maliq's backpack roughly into the lap.

"Ck ...," lamented Maliq saw the condition of the motor that could not be forced to walk.

"Where are you going?" tanya Anila prevents Maliq.

Maliq did not answer. Not because it does not like the meeting, there is only a strange taste that makes Maliq avoid. Maliq walked towards the security guard post. Meeting someone in uniform in it, explaining sitting things, and meaning to leave the motor until tomorrow.

Maliq saw his phone that read 'No Network'. 

"Hey, where are you going?" anila asked as she ran over. It was heard from the sound of his high shoes becoming clearer.

"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 chased Maliq with her question.

Before replying, Maliq threw a deep breath. "Tuh," point Maliq to his bike. "My bike is bent. If forced to walk, it is damaged. I'm going home with ojek. I've got the motorbike to the security guard, I'm here again tomorrow morning." 

Maliq continued his path away from Anila with little difficulty. Just a few steps away, Maliq heard Anila's scream, "I'm interrupting!". Unbelieving, Maliq stopped his steps and turned around. Maliq scrunched his forehead, put up his fine hearing. He was afraid of getting caught wrong.

"I'm interrupting," Anila repeated in a calmer tone.

Either have to be happy or something. The figure that so Maliq longed for, is now in plain sight. Offers longer time to meet. "No, it's night. You go home, afraid of the night," answered Maliq as strongly as possible to resist his desire to linger. Worry is greater than his longing. Maliq's mind is complex. Many fears always arise related to women in front of him. 

"You want to go in by yourself, or should I pull?" threaten Anila while ordering Maliq in with his eye movements.

Not wanting to happen something like the threat of Anila, Maliq chose to move closer to the passenger door. Looking at the edge of Maliq's eyes, Anila smiled with satisfaction.

Maliq chose silence during the trip. Trying to focus attention and hearing on the voice of the announcer from the tape of Anila's car. Not yet clearly heard, Anila has moved the radio channel dominated by romantic songs. 

Maliq replied with a shoulder. I don't know what he expects to hear. Anila's magnet is so powerful. Pulling Maliq's eye bead to glance. Anila ... Maliq beristighfar in his heart, as hard as possible to throw a glance at the streets, occasionally on the hands in the lap. Anywhere, as long as it is not inferior to Anila's magnet.

"Tomorrow I'll call a mechanic." Anila's voice managed to shock her again.

 "Make?" maliq asked, now he threw a look at the hand on his lap.

"Yes, really your bike."

"Make what? You're not wrong." 

"It doesn't matter who's right, who's wrong, yeah." Anila's tone was rising. Silence for a moment, then continued, "Sorry," Anila sighed unexpectedly.

"You changed." This sentence just slid from Maliq's mouth. Her happiness was covered in disappointment that was so great seeing Anila's appearance. 

"Sorry?" anila asked as if she had not heard. There's no way Anila can't hear. Maliq's remarks were short and clear. "Everybody's changing" said Anila then sign that she understood exactly where Maliq's statement was headed .

"Not all, of course," replied Maliq. "Everything is still the same for me" he continued. Yes, it's all the same for Maliq. His heart and mind have not changed. Thinking about, worrying about a figure who might have already forgotten him. 

"It's not clear." Anila surrenders.

"Front turn right. House number 29" pinta Maliq.

Maliq got out of Anila's car and said, "Wait a minute."

Maliq went into a rented house. There was still the roar of Anila's car engine. Maliq is sure, Anila will obey him.

Hanging in a blue-gray parachute jacket closet, Anila gave her seven years ago. At that time Anila loaned to Maliq take it to Mount Andong. As an antidote to grief for the non-participation of Anila. At that moment, the smell of Anila's body is now lost eaten by time.

The jacket was a substitute for Anila's absence. Not just at Mount Andong, but when knowing Anila's departure to Bandung to get married. The longing jacket, the road to the memory room Maliq and Anila, which is still routine Maliq come. Maybe it's time the jacket got back to the owner. Signs no longer allowed him to visit the memory room, because Maliq had to open a new leaf.

By carrying the jacket, Maliq out guided the loan bike mr. indekost.

"Where else are you going?" ask Anila wonder. 

"I'm taking it," replied Maliq. Anila's eyes rounded for a moment. 

"Huh? … Don't have to. It's so weird" Anila said. 

"Patches of the road" orders Maliq. "Wait .. wear this." Maliq gives outdoor parachute jacket blue ash combination. Maliq is not willing to see the beauty of Anila's open body.