I Love U! Husband Carried

CHAPTER 18 - Oh Hamidun

After the incident that afternoon. I became a lot of daydreaming, when it was just noon I felt happy because I could enjoy time with Kak Anta. However, it seems like God is still reluctant that I drown in that sense. For there is still a heart held between two corners that is immersed in the wailing of an illicit destiny.

An increasingly silent night buried me in a deep sense of guilt like endless madness. In this silence, where I was daydreaming alone on the bed holding my stomach, where my little baby was hiding.

I thought of this life-line; I, who had almost failed to resist fate and was immersed in my sad world, was brought by a man far beyond my imagination. But, a thousand dear ones, she had a surviving lover attached in her shadow. She's nice, her ex-boyfriend's good, and I know they still love each other. Only I was a hindrance in their relationship, because until now there was another reason that I believed to be the reason Kak Anta married me, not just because of ordinary pity. Whatisit? only Sister Anta knows ...

I'm still awake, I heard Sister Anta came home at about 2 am. As soon as I pulled the blanket and closed my eyes, I pretended to be asleep. I don't know what to do or what to say and look at him, after this afternoon my feelings were really not good.

I heard her footsteps as she walked into the room and approached. One thing surprised me; when He sat down squatting at the foot of the bed and stroked my hair softly,

"Good night, Kania." Said slowly.

He is good, very good and very responsible. But as usual, from the first time we got married she was still reluctant to sleep in the same bed as me, next to me.

The next morning, just as dawn came. I woke up, though still occasionally yawned. Because the drowsiness came back to attack me, making me repeatedly have to rub my pushy and sore eyes. I saw Sister Anta was not in her bed, so I went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Are you awake?" Sapa Kak Anta from the kitchen corner there. Her distinctive smile blended in harmony with the black t-shirt and light green apron she was wearing.

Sister Anta walked up to me while carrying a plate that was not clear what it was and a glass of milk in her left hand.

"Sandwich," I said.

Brother Anta smiled at me. "Eat ya, I'm sure you'll like."

"Should've waited for me to do it, brother."

"Once I can also help with household affairs" he said, pulling the chair in front of me. "Sit down and enjoy."

I nodded and obeyed his orders. I just ate the sandwich one bite I felt something strange; the smell, taste, even the texture of the toast Kak Anta all made me nauseous. I stopped chewing, then walked quickly towards the sink. I spit out everything I just swallowed, Sister Anta stood behind me while rubbing my back gently.

"You why? is there something wrong with the sandwich?"

"The sandwich was delicious, it's just that my stomach was suddenly nauseous."

Sister Anta helped me get my body, so close to the chest of her field that it made my heart beat. The strong fragrance of her perfume smelled in my nose and penetrated into me, it felt like I was drunk by her pungent smell. Make me more nauseous, I suddenly push high body Kak Anta who is burly.

"Stay away from me, brother, let me walk alone. huek---" I said in a manner like vomiting.

"Are you angry with me?" Sister Anta tried to get back to my body, but I was quickly banned.

"Don't come near!"

"Then, how?"

"I can walk alone" I replied.

After returning to the room, Sister Anta sat on the sofa and I was in bed. We started to act calmer, not drifting in each other's feelings. I also felt a little more relieved, after Sister Anta slightly kept her distance. He sat as leisurely as ever, but not with his huffed face because for the first time I asked him not to come near me.

"Are you better?" Said.

I just nodded, I didn't know what was going on until my body reacted like this. Usually never feel this good, especially about perfume and food. But this time it's different, it doesn't feel like anything fits all my senses.

"This one doesn't have to cook, yeah. Buy it at a passing merchant. I'll do my homework before you go to work, you just take a break. This is the milk not to drink, I stay first, it's okay, right?"

I nodded back.

"Sorry tonight I'm traveling with the team again, but I will try to exchange time with other members so you can go home quickly.you're good rest until I get home, okay?"

Same thing, I did again.

In the afternoon, when the sun starts to rise. I decided to leave the room. I looked all over the house, everything was completely settled with nothing left. The floor was already on the broom, all the windows were open, the dirty clothes were washed and dried, there was no more homework I needed to do. Sis Anta did everything to help me who was not feeling well.

The air feels pretty cool today. The warm sunlight this morning made the earth appear clean and every petal in the courtyard of the house looked shiny and lush. The atmosphere is perfect for sunbathing and sitting in the yard.

I must admit that ever since Anta Reza's presence in my life, I felt different, as if waking up from a long, deep sleep. All my senses were as if getting honed.my crumpled like a used can yesterday was treated like a jewel by him.

In this side yard I just admire the green grass full of colorful flowers, but my eyes become more sparkling so see many flowers in the front porch pots purple blooming. Each flower stands firmly like a small human figure under the sun at the end of the morning.

There is still one more surprise that makes my eyes flounder, which is when the fruitcher comes not far from home. I could hear the sirens from his wagon calling out to the buyers in a unique voice;

If there is no shoulder to lean on, there is still Rujak to dahar... Rujak Mang Anto fruit, It tastes like Rujak.

I immediately took the wallet in the living room and after I got it, immediately went out of the fence to the wagon Mang Anto, the seller of Rujak fruit. Impatient, for some reason suddenly want to eat something fresh and spicy.

"Bengkoang jambu mang."

"Ready!"

Said one of the buyers. Apparently who is interested in this unique Rujak not only me, but almost mothers who just returned home shopping vegetables also all stopped by to buy. Very lazy, even though it was good luck because I did not meet them at the vegetable stall, instead met at the Rujak artisan. Not to mention, there is also Mbak Isma who stopped by shortly from me in line. It felt like I wanted to turn around and go back home, but somehow I could not delay the burning desire to eat these fresh fruits as soon as possible using peanut sauce. Libas only ...

"Which pretty sister wants to be?"

Now, it's my turn. As soon as I found the contents of Mang Anto fruit cart, my eyes became nanar perimeter from corner to corner. These fruits are so tempting as if calling me to taste them one by one. "Mango, Guava, apple, oh use papaya too. Jicama can also be, added pineapple is also not a problem!"

"Don't!!!" Prohibit Ms. Isma across there.

Again he does the same thing every time I shop, whether this time what part is not allowed for him.

"Don't use Kania pineapple" he said, shaking his head. "I don't know if it's true or not, but I hear pregnant people don't eat young pineapple."

Suddenly because of his words, all the buyers, including the merchant looked at me. Their eyes glanced across almost my entire body, up and down. So on, over and over again.

"Eh, time? pregnant already? Her marriage feeling is only two weeks?" madame Willis is next to me. My feelings are starting to get bad.

"Means her husband top cer, mommy mom!" Mang Anto replied to calm the atmosphere with his distinctive medok tone while giving a thumbs up of pride.

"Pistol Pak Policeman more ferocious euy." reply other neighbors. greeted Laughter that exploded from the buyers.

I immediately bowed down, hiding my blushing Face, so ashamed. If they knew, whose child I was carrying. How to feel, to see Kak Anta intimately has never been. Every now and then I glanced at Sister Isma, she had her pretty lips together, smiling knots. Sometimes confused, he is good, hopefully not just my guess ....

"It's already so neng," Mang Anto handed me my order in a mica wrap, and I replied with a few pieces of money.

"Thank You Mang."

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