I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 17 - The Sad Past

The calm atmosphere enveloped us. A calm atmosphere created from the friendly afternoon air. The rain and the thunderstorm had receded and the cool air was flowing all around, rubbing his back and a tired mind. I brewed coffee to fight the drowsiness that was quite disturbing Kak Anta who was preparing to go back to work, so that the situation slowly returned fresh.

Afternoon wind blows caress the neck of Kak Anta's tiered, cool and silir-semirir. Sis Anta sip a delicious and fresh coffee. He put on shoes that were very manly models just like the person wearing them. While he was busy putting up his shoes, I stood up behind him, waiting.

My eyes glared forward, to the place where someone entered the fence of our house.he came with his long, wavy hair, dressed in a simple attire of attractive red. He smiled at me.

He, Sister Isma came with sparkling eyes and a bright and fresh face. Seeing his arrival Kak Anta immediately stood up. I seemed to see the figure of the princess who spread the aroma of flowers that were expensive, fragrant and soft. He smiled, perhaps to make my soul tremble. Maybe so that I catch the cue in the glare of his eyes. Look at! whatever you want, the past is the winner. I could only catch his energy-filled presence, letting myself drift away and be lost in the intoxicating heart of this man in our midst.

"Mas--" Soft sweep.

Sister Anta just nodded without making a sound. Then after that Sister Isma approached me and immediately greeted me.

"Mas Reza Tumben's home at this hour?" said.

"Just go home a little Isma, this is going to the office again. What's up here?"

"At home I made black glutinous porridge, quite a lot. So I want to share it with Mas and Kania." He answered gently while handing the lunch box in the gray paper bag wrap. "Black satan is perfect for the health of pregnant women, Kania. Hope you like it?!"

I glanced at Kak Anta before receiving the parcel, and he winked as if in a gesture that he allowed. After that, I looked back at Sister Isma and took the package from her hand, with a big smile because of the kindness of her heart that was still paying attention to the health of my fetus. "Thank you, Ma'am. Of course, Who wouldn't like food like this?!"

In the middle of the twilight silence, my eyes noticed the figure of my ex-husband's lover, Isma. From the very beginning my heart has said that she is beautiful, with a shady face and a beautiful smile like the key of heaven that contains martyrdom as she begins to look on her back. He seemed so unpretentious, not only because of his face and appearance; but also because his soul was more mature from within.

"Should! Mas Reza who is not pregnant just really like it, ha ha ...." Ma'am Isma chuckled, even before Kak Anta went to work. He then said to continue;

"You know Kania, Mas Reza is very fond of black glutinous porridge, often even snatch mine when his own is up! I remember a long time ago when he was a child, he asked me with a clear face. But I don't want to share it. She was crying, telling Mom. That's so cryy."

Mbak Isma's laughter exploded, as she resumed the nostalgic story between Kak Anta and herself. "I thought it only happened when we were kids. But apparently until we grew up he still likes to whine to make black sticky rice. So, when I was in High School I learned to cook this porridge for her. Even until we went to college, then Mas Reza went to Police School. I often make him this porridge. If it wasn't made, he'd be mad at me. It's funny, like a kid. He's already a cop. ha ha---"

I looked at Brother Anta. Isma's story may remind her and myself that Anta may have had more intimate romantic relationships at a young age with one girl than with me, his wife. In all its relations with women.

Mbak Isma grinned before glancing at me. "You didn't forget about that, did you?"

Without giving an opportunity for Kak Anta to respond, he again replied, "Certainly remember. That's why Kania, you have to quickly eat your share later huh?! otherwise he will seduce you to spend, just as he did to me." whispered Isma.

His face, which was as yellow as the moon was so close to my face. He still whispered softly.a few strands of his hair touched my shoulder, while his eyes glanced at my eyes, Each look and whisper of it was like a heart-wrenching pain, Grievous.

At first glance I saw an enigmatic highlight that emanated in the eyes of Kak Anta. The fact that he was not trying to stop Ms. Isma made my heart filled with disappointment. Could it be that Kak Anta is also immersed in the shadow of his past, or could he be drifting in the nostalgia of his friendship with Mbak Isma and miss their moment? I don't know. I can't hide the expression in front of him.

"Isma" said Sister Anta.

Ma'am Isma immediately turned around, looking at Kak Anta "Yes, Mas?"

Apparently she saw my agitated attitude, my disappointed eyes, and my heartache from the words of her ex-boyfriend. But, more surprisingly, he might also experience the same thing.

"Kania may be angry because your words make her uncomfortable, but since she has respected you as my little friend, then I hope you can also honor Kania, as my wife."

"Little friend" said Sister Isma, "Sorry Kania, if my words make you uncomfortable. I just couldn't afford to act like normal when I stood in front of Mas Reza. We both lose our bond, lose our mischievous and cheerful mood. I can no longer talk about a movie just to make fun of it because I rarely watch a movie. And he who no longer calls me dreadlocks because of my haircut. All of that is gone. We changed suddenly, and were surprised to see the change that was happening to us... "

He sobbed, but tried to smile again, as his eyes continued to look at me, as if investigating my feelings with various throws of his heart that had been trying to hide; "How could we change so quickly? Psychologists will be confused to analyze our development. But never mind, psychology is a finite science, while man is so full of possibilities."

I remained silent, just staring at him with flat lips.

"I tried to accept, but it was too painful for me to have been with him from childhood. Waiting and accompanying in all his happy and sad, even all the flow of his life I have known well. When I found out that my girlfriend was marrying another girl even without my knowledge, leaving me for no apparent reason. Can't you understand? My heart isn't as clean as it is to be able to accept it easily, Kania."

I was trembling at his voice. I was silent, silent. What he just said is still clear in my ears. I was powerless, looking at his painful expression of grief. His tears and moans, like the sound on a disk played all night. And how tormented I was when I had to hear it until morning. Guilt is back to haunt me.

"Isma, go home-" said Kak Anta. "You've crossed the line. Let it all pass, and time will get us used to it. So forget it."

The twilight felt so quiet. There was a sparrow aloof on the power cord, away from the surrounding flocks of birds. The bird looks moody, but still firm on its perch. Perhaps humans are not that different from animals. Every human being must bear his own fate, his own feelings. Even if his sadness is shared with others, it is not immediately destroyed. People share just so as not to be too heavy to bear the sadness. And it may be the case with Isma.

I looked at her again.she still sobbed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"And I think it's good that if we keep our distance, stop here and my wife won't get too close to you either. It's all better to keep each of us feeling." Said Sister Anta.

"Sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't promise---"

Isma's mother left, disappeared with noon. His shadow drifted away in the swallow by the darkening twilight. I wanted to feel like I was holding her, even if only for a moment, just so that she would not be too heavy to bear the burden of feeling. But it was just a wish I could not fulfill, because I realized I was the cause of his sadness at this time.

Suddenly, without any movement I could surmise, Anta wiped away the tears on my cheek that I was not aware of when she was flowing,

"Don't Cry---" he said softly. He then said goodbye to go to the office, shortly after that.

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I will not judge, nor judge. I'm sure every woman knows how Isma is feeling right now.

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