I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 16 - Husband Like Anta

I immediately walked back to the house after finishing shopping, of course with my mainstay habits, talking to myself like crazy. Along the way my heart was filled with feelings of annoyance but also pride, annoyed at the mannerisms of Mbak Isma and the neighbors, proud of having managed to keep them quiet. The two of them clashed together and filled my chest.

And because of their expression and speech that was still in the shadows, I hit the wall of the fence of another neighbor's house. There is a can in front of the road, moving slowly after being satisfied rolling from the trash. Rusty and seedy like a human suffering from despair. Too bad. I slammed all the ugly things, I stomped until they were crushed, then I put them again in the garbage tub of a neighbor who was full of scatters and a scavenger then quoted him.

I think trash is like a feeling, when someone throws you away because it's useless, there'll be someone else who quotes you like a gem ...

After a moment of emotion, I arrived at home. The house was quite large, even twice as big as my house in the village. Although the courtyard was not as wide as the garage, Kak Anta made good use of it, the tiny courtyard was planted and decorated by flowers, one of her Bourbon roses and Cambodia's colors of red and yellow. The architecture of this house is also quite nice and soothing. presumably this house was once an ancient building when looking at the columns are round and decorated with gothic fashion decorations, giving rise to the impression of luxury and modern.

In my mind, this Sister Anta must have been born from a distinguished family. Although I do know that Sister Anta is an orphaned only child. But what about the other family? even at our wedding, I did not see any of Kak Anta's relatives - either his uncle, aunt, nephew, or cousin - coming. Wanted to ask, but was afraid of being wrong ....

I opened the door carefully, as soon as I entered, I immediately headed to the kitchen to clean up the vegetables I had bought. And this afternoon I want to cook grilled fish with salty mango sauce, not too spicy and sour. It makes my soul stirred, I hope according to the tongue of Sister Anta.

Once the sun was right in the middle of the horizon, apparently cloudy clouds had invaded to cover the sky that had been blue. The sun is drowning with its light. Immediately I reduced the stove fire and I left while the cooking was soon finished; headed to the side yard of the house to lift the clothesline.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky before I reached the spot drying clothes, followed by a faint sound of thunder in the distance. The storm looks like it will hit the city, in a moment, before this part of the house.

As soon as I reached the side yard, my eyes widened to find someone first quoting my clothes and sister Anta. Someone who I know is stature, I will immediately recognize him, because his Masculine look with a sharp look like a pistol assembly was recorded clearly in my mind. His tall body collided with the pile of clothes on his chest.

"Sister?" I asked, half screeching approaching him.

"Don't come here! it's raining soon, just wait at home!"

"I help you a little bit! ... "

I took the rest of the clothes that were still hanging, and Sister Anta greeted him to be in the embrace. And then we went back together into the house.

"Aren't you here?! since when?" my question, after Sister Anta put clothes on the sofa in the middle room.

"So I just came in, but it was dark like this" said Kak Anta while taking off his socks. "I see you're still busy cooking, so I help you lift the clothesline ..."

"Oh, I didn't realize that there was a big brother, because sister Anta came home sooner than usual."

"Yes. Tonight we're going around town again with the team, but the commander gives us a break if we want to go home now. We'll be back in the office again."

I smile. Whatever my reason is now, I feel good about Kak Anta's presence.

"What are you cooking?-"

I twisted my body quickly and found Sister Anta staring at me in confusion as soon as I was wide-eyed and running towards the kitchen, my heart was racing due to the lingering feeling of anxiety I finished turning off the stove. Luckily nothing scary happened, it was just that I knew that the one I fried was barely worth eating.

With great rejoicing Brother Anta said from the side suddenly, "I understand," he said with a faint smile.

Basic Kak Anta the handyman looks, and can not be guessed the contents of his heart and mind. He giggles. "You know, you look amazing as a wife."

"Thank you for the compliment, Police Officer." I replied with a forced smile.

Sister Anta rubbed her hands together. "How about we have lunch now? I'm hungry." The song that looks spoiled even looks stiff because of the appearance of his face is flat and rather fierce. It doesn't fit, so it looks funny.

I carefully brought a large bowl of soup to the table in the corner of the room, not far from the kitchen where I was cooking. As soon as I saw me coming over, sister Anta got up from her chair. The light from the occasional passing lightning further accentuated his charming masculine body that was clearly emblazoned.

"Let me help you" he said.

"No need, it's up to my brother."

How crazy it feels to find myself who has been in a crowd of male friends for a long time at school, but the model of police uniform trousers wrapped in sturdy thighs Kak Anta, who is not, That model of plain tight jerseys implied an athletic chest behind it, impressing like a completely new experience I found. An experience that made my entire senses raging violently. Even so I don't want Sister Anta to know this admiration.

As she devoured her food, Anta looked at me fixedly, and said; "On last night, I apologize. Until I speak in a high tone to you."

I observed, spouting a gaze across the body and face of Sister Anta. Not for the first time, but I'm grateful that my face doesn't easily blush like a girl my age.

"There's absolutely nothing to forgive Brother" I replied in a low and deep tone. "I'm the one who should apologize, sorry for doing what made Sister Anta uncomfortable."

"I also want to thank you, because it means Kak Anta wants to slowly forget the past for me. I'm so flattered and grateful ..."

I thanked him in a fairly calm tone, even though inside my heart was shaking tremendously. Because of the aura of my body and the great sense of misbehavior towards all the words that came out of Kak Anta's mouth and everything that was attached to her that was undeniable, although in my heart I am very flattered by all the treatment of Kak Anta. Thank you for the gift of God that gave a husband like me ...

"The cheese is fresh" he said. "But if the salt dose is reduced a little, it will be more steady!"

Oh, my shame ...

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