I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 02 - Fill the Heart of Men

"I'll find the toilet first, okay? you wait here, I'll be back soon!"

Petra left me in the town square alone while carrying her own groceries and personal bags.I sat alone while enjoying fried rice.The atmosphere of the city is quiet and cold, calm but feels foreign.

I held up the little thing I had kept high up in my pocket against the starry sky, "two lines," right, I was pregnant and I learned that, a huge commotion between me and dad ensued until I finally chose to go quietly from house to city.

not far there, there is an area near the fountain with a stretch of synthetic grassland and newly blossomed flowers, now I think it's a great place to rest for a while while waiting for my girlfriend to come back.

but I was surprised to find so many police bikes stopped blocking my way.I pretended to be ignorant and uncaring, because I thought, I thought, I didn't commit any crime or get into trouble with anyone.

I kept walking and passed, but one of the big and tall policemen pulled my hand.I squealed because he happened to hit the bruised part of my father's punch.

"Akh. "I moaned. That's when my attention was diverted to the figure of a man with a burly brown skin who seemed to be in his almost thirties. the man looked at me sharply, like introgating. it matches the police uniform he wears.

his hair is a bit brownish dark, some strands at the top of his head look natural reddish due to exposure to moonlight, reminiscent of the men who spent the summer surfing on the beach Bali.

"What meda? where are you going to these nights?" said.

he asked, and I wondered about the color of the eyes under the shade of those resplendent concave eyebrows, this policeman took his hand off me. His eyes were emitting a soft brownish color, which was melting, and my body trembled in the depths of those eyes.

"Wounds? your body's covered in bruises, what's going on?"

"Nothing, not nothing, sir."

"Can't you, you're experiencing violence or what? don't hide anything, we just want to help if something happens." unexpectedly other police also spoke.

I still insist on not dismantling the problem, so as not to get longer and runyam.but apparently they did not lose the argument, to learn what happened to me? what am I keeping?

"Don't be afraid" added the first policeman in a masculine deep tone.

I was desperate, Petra who did not return, and the police stare in front of me, her eyes spoke as if to convince me that I would be safe by their side.

with my legs withered, I finally told you everything that happened, all the problems I experienced complete with a sensation of pain that made absolutely no sense. In the first instant of the police, the first police officer, said, I found her name from the name tag; Anta R - it disappeared from sight.

I sobbed after telling the story, they told me to make a report against my father, but I refused, "You know, he's my father" I said, until we agreed, and then we agreed, they will take me home, and try to find a way of peace.

While waiting for Petra to return, the first policeman came again carrying a plastic bag filled with red medicine, ice cubes and cotton.He gently grabbed my hand again, while rubbing the wounds and bruises slowly with ice that has been wrapped in a handkerchief.

instantly a wave of warmth took hold of me, when I caught the stern and gentle gaze of his eyes.My breath seemed to be blocked in the lungs, until it was barely able to turn away when our two pairs of eyes met.

I observed the profile of the man who looked strong, momentarily focusing on the wide lips of this policeman. The sensual masculine curves seemed to slip into me, making my body bristle.

having a strong physical reaction like this was a surprise for me. the last time I was just swept away by Petra's intoxicating words and from then on it felt like no more words from other men could be as good as Petra's when it strengthened me.

but just now, the speech that came out of his mouth was inevitably much more meaningful and an aura that not everyone had.

"Whose name is yours?"

"The world, but it can be called Kania."

"You read my name tag, right? i'm Anta. Anta Reza. call whichever you like, Anta or Reza, be free" she said as she passed.

not long after all this group of police rushed and revived their motor engines, I will be in between tonight also back to my house in the village. in a procession, I'm in Anta's police bonnet.

I had to leave Petra whose nose had disappeared somewhere, because I did not dare to fight on the goodwill of the security forces. After all we had waited for Petra almost half an hour.

not long after, we arrived at the corner of the parking area of my village.I led them through a rather crowded alley, to the front of my house at the end, near the lake.

father appeared behind the door, after I knocked trembling.father looked at me sharply with watery red eyes, then he pulled the plastic chair in front of the house and was about to throw it at me, lucky, he said, the cops who accompanied me were so dexterous and dexterous to get in my way.

I cried, but what was more painful was when my father cried on the shoulder of one of the policemen holding his body.

"I've failed as a parent, I can't keep my daughter sir!" dad cried with the most painful moans.a weakness I had not seen in 17 years of living in the world with him.

I trembled, until my body crept up. Immediately I prostrated myself to the floor, resting at the feet of my father for forgiveness and forgiveness from him. I was not only shocked by my father's cries and reactions, but also by his feelings, he said, like he had received the most terrible betrayal of the sincere love of me, his son.

"I am not doing this without reason, sir, she is my only daughter.my most precious treasure.one inch she is hurt, my heart hurts, but to take care of her I must be firm. indeed fighting to keep him alone is very difficult sir, especially when I know there is a man who dares to touch his body whole, my world collapsed."

that's how my father explained his heart and disappointment.and what is the meaning of my regrets, all have happened and been done, like rice that has become porridge.I was lulled into association, I was lulled, a free love story full of desire and sensual.I feel myself so stupid, the most ungodly child, the hottest hell destined for father.

however, thanks to Mr. Anta, and others, this problem can be muted. even though there is still a little distance and the father remained inhabiting and cold to me. since that long and gray night, Mr. Anta and the members of the police who helped me always came either day or night, just stopped by for coffee at my father's shop and made sure that our relationship was fine.

to the most surprising, precisely on Saturday night; at that time there was only Pak Anta in the company of some colleagues, not as much as usual.he suddenly proposed to me in front of my father.