I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 13 - The Shadow of Isma

I woke up when Kak Anta turned off the engine, apparently we had reached the front of the house. I was helped because Anta's sister was holding my body, maybe she realized that my eyes were not fully focused.

"Rest straight to the room, okay?" said Anta quietly near my ear.

I just shook my head.

"Why? is there another problem?"

"Sorry, Brother. I want to have dinner with my sister before I go to bed. Actually I've been cooking it since morning, maybe it's cold now, but I can heat it up." I said without daring to stare.

"You want, brother?"

"Everything that starts with good intentions ends well." I heard Brother Anta say that before he finally added, "For this time."

Sister Anta's comments made me keep looking at her. I can't guess the exact answer from her words just now. Does that mean want? and he told me to do what I just offered? Maybe yes, maybe not.

While Kak Anta moved from my side to the dining table which is not too far from where we stand now. Probably only about 15 feet. He pulled out a chair and allowed me to sit on it.

"There's no need to heat it up, and this is fine." He said, turning the road to sit on the chair at the end of the table.

Kak Anta arranged the chair according to his tall and sturdy stature before taking over the plate and vegetable spoon. He paused for a moment, looked at the side dish on the table, then turned to look at me. He kept looking at me, though this time it wasn't as cold as usual. While I was just as silent as before, I only had one chance to put my lips together and smile at him.

"Let me get you, brother?"

Brother Anta nodded.

"Oh, yes you haven't answered my question. Why were you alone in this place?"

Shocked was on my face when Kak Anta suddenly asked that surprising question while I was still busy pouring rice and vegetables into his plate.

"Hmm" I was silent for a moment. "Round looking for fruit, because the fruit that I have prepared from the morning is damaged and not fresh anymore if it becomes dessert. Sorry, I want to prepare the best, so that Sister Anta also enjoys eating together in our family."

For a moment Brother Anta observed me, "Thank you" he said briefly.

"The first time I cooked here, I was surprised everything could taste my food."

"Thank God, I'm so happy to see you eat so well." I said in a low tone, "I owe a debt of gratitude to Mbak Isma for his help today. I'm so happy."

My words just made Sister Anta turn her head for a moment and look into my brown eyes. I saw a flash of pain in those eyes before it disappeared.

"Why do you say that?" Ask Kak Anta to turn.

"Yes, actually when I was cooking this morning, Ms. Isma came and helped me, sister. He even told me my sister's favorite food."

Kak Anta's jaw looked hard. "I must have gone mad because of your behavior."

"Why brother? Sister Anta doesn't like the food, does she?"

"Never cook this food again, I will not allow it and will not eat it!"

"Why brother, this is my favorite food, right?"

"Can it be none of our business lest there ever be another Isma?! you don't know how I feel! how hard can I try to remove the shadows about him?!just hearing his name, I was still sick. I don't like you imitating Isma, throw away the food! dump it!!"

I looked at him, with a sharp look from feeling depressed. Especially when I first saw the tempramental side of Anta, after getting angry she went to the room leaving me alone at the dinner table.

What kind of mistake have I made, until brother Anta was angry. I tidied up the slightly messy dining table, then looked out the window, looking at the dim sky full of gray clouds. The clouds filled the night, the stars sinking behind the thick fog. The cold air was piercing.only the light on the porch gave light to the darkness.In the midst of all that, and all this reality, I felt gloomy and guilty. because indirectly my efforts to serve him ended up hurting.

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