
What will happen one second later no one will know for sure. Everything will go according to the line. Anila stepped towards the fast food stall, there was her friend who had a birthday at that time. He left the sky without saying goodbye. Her husband did not want to leave she chose to sleep in the car waiting for his wife.
Before meeting her friends, Anila did some face gymnastics, exhaling her heavy breath several times. Pray in your heart to ask God, so that friends no one asks for posts on social media applications last night. After feeling quite calm, he walked closer to the table that had been ordered.
“Siang everyone,” said Anila was very cheerful like nothing happened. “Sorry is late,” he said while kissing the right and left cheeks of Dwi, who is having a birthday.
“Heh, who was the accident?” sufi asked, and all eyes immediately looked at Anila, waiting for an answer.
“His father was Aang's friend, died because his motorbike was dragged by a truck. Aang considered like his own father, often he stayed at his best friend's house. It's not good if you don't come.”
“Sorry om,” said Anila inwardly pleading for mercy to bring up the incident three years ago to cover up her case.
“Nura where?” ask Ana.
“Gue never see you again after the last show. As usual, the two children were already upset. I think Nura was immediately taken with mother and father,” Mira explained.
Anila just smiled as she looked at the menu, choosing the drinks to order. Suddenly recalling Nura, there were some of her daughter's favorite foods. Anila will not be able to eat quietly if Nura is not with her, an instinct of a mother who will do anything for her child's happiness, including sacrificing her own desires.
“Mama, forgive your son for making this decision,” he said softly in his heart. It is reflected how the look of the face is disappointed if he tells what is being experienced and the decision he made even though it is contrary to his small heart.
“Jonestly I loe what is it?” tanya Ana stared intensely at Anila while waiting for an answer.
“I'm fine, healthy there is no one less anything, Alhamdulillah, amazing,” Anila replied while jokingly making Ana squint her eyes.
Anila breathed out her heavy breath, and looked at Mira who was sitting in front of her. She feels that her acting is not good, so Ana can catch something that she covers up. But he tried to always smile to enjoy his time with his rare friends.
It did not feel Anila spent three hours listening to the story, or joking, lightening her load. He looked at Angkasa who was still sleeping in the car, this man indeed never changed he was always patiently waiting for his wife's activities. Unfortunately Angkasa's mistake was very fatal to Anila, she herself was actually tormented by the decision she took this morning.
Her sense of regret came back when she looked at the sleeping man, she closed the door hard, until her husband woke up. “Hready done bun?” he rubbed his eyes and rubbed his face. Anila simply nodded in answer to Space's question.
Angkasa looked at Anila, he rubbed his wife's head, one of the things he used to do when picking up his wife. But Anila shook her head, as if avoiding not wanting to be rubbed. Actually not as if evading, she did not want her husband to do that.
“Neng,” call the man who is still staring at him waiting for an answer to his wife's refusal.
“I miss Nura, can we just pick her up?” tanya Anila stared at the window without looking at Space.
“Can smile for Dad, Bun,” his door. Anila did not reply, nor did she take her eyes off the window.
“What is your heart made of?” the question came to Anilia's heart. “You tell me to smile, when God shares his brain where are you?” She was getting upset with her husband's request.
Their marriage age was nine years, but since yesterday Anila increasingly did not know her husband. Time cannot be used as a benchmark for getting to know someone, Anila agreed, especially with everything that happens today. Anila then thinks the time spent loving Angkasa is in vain with this case, and then she has to give up living it.
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