I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 20 - Aib Disassembled

After Kak Anta left for work, I continued my duties in the backyard, drying clothes. Above the sky there, the sun had risen a few screeches, its hot rays breaking through directly through the aglows and burning my body. I picked up my clothes a little quickly and headed back home. It was a very bright morning, so bright that my spirit dried up along with the fallen leaves of the catapults on the ground.

I went to the vegetable stall while enduring the heat of the sting. In my head there is a sun that is only a second away. All of my energy was absorbed by his powerful heat. Luckily, I was enjoying an extra carbohydrate breakfast plus a special pregnant mother's milk made by Kak Anta, and a glass of minerals.

Arriving at the vegetable stall, the mothers greeted me with their distinctive style. "Morning, Mr. Anta's wife" Willis greeted me with his right hand holding a potato, while the left was holding a eggplant, as if he was confused to make a choice.

Mrs Willis is a loyal customer of this vegetable stall. I heard he has a pretty big confectionery shop. When the big days come, the shop will always be crowded. She was most humble in this plot of Mothers, but behind her humility, she had a very dislike character: When I met her, when I met her, he was always looking for other people's ulcers to gossip about together. Even sometimes he does not hesitate to embarrass directly in front of his people. However, the neighbors here no one away, maybe not to be a victim of his mouth that was too skilled. Finicky.

"Morning, ma'am." I said try to stay friendly.

I tried to choose vegetables for cooking this afternoon, while occasionally glancing towards a beautiful girl on the other end who was busy choosing curly chili, Ms. Isma.

If I see him, at a time and place like this, I become a parno. Given his behavior that often commented on what I bought.

"All right, let's see how it reacts to me taking broccoli, this curly green vegetable." I thought to myself in my heart, while lifting the broccoli high so that it could be seen by Mbak Isma.

But he was silent, still absorbed in his activities selecting the spicy red the main ingredient of the sauce. I stared at him with narrowed eyes. Oh, means broccoli might be like Kak Anta. Thought.

From the furthest box, I took a smooth young chickpea. Once again while glancing at Mbak Isma, but again he was silent. My forehead is shrinking, what's up with today? it's not usually that Miss Isma is passive so much about my choice. Has he really given up? or maybe what I choose is indeed the pleasure of Sister Anta?

All right again to make sure, about the contents of Ms. Isma's heart I tried to take the shrimp in a box full of ice blocks right across from her. I turned a little quickly, my hands began to move but my eyes could not escape from staring at him. A little more about one more inch of my fingers will be in contact with shrimp, seafood which Mbak Isma said is abstinence food for Kak Anta. I did it to make sure...

But, Jeez...

Why am I being so weird?

Why did you suddenly get that thought?

Why did you catch Miss Willis?

Finally I expressed the intention earlier, it was good if Mbak Isma no longer commented on my choice. Perhaps Kak Anta's words yesterday entered into his heart and mind, so he began to keep his distance and slowly mengikhlaskan.

I took a deep breath, then continued to choose vegetables. I'll take you tofu, Chicken meatballs, and eggs. Cook simple, as Kak Anta said: Cook that you can, I would love it, as long as you cook. I will affirm it in my heart. Though it has been a long time, but even to death I do not want to forget, even without any joy, the words of Kak Anta are much more intoxicating than wine. I became lulled and soared...

"Thank You Sir." I said while looking for some money in the Pouch.

I'm a bit of a hassle looking for a small money sheet in a pouch full of used paper payment bonds in a mini market mixed with powder and perfumes. It's a hassle, because I usually use my wallet. But especially today, because you want to go to the obstetrician with Kak Anta. I chose to wear a pouch, instead of a small bag.

So bothered, until the contents of my pouch splattered down. So embarrassed. Luckily, the mothers beside me were so quick to help quote my fallen item.

"It... " One of the customers who helped me while giving me some papers and money that he quoted.

"Thank you ma'am, sorry to be such a hassle."

"What are you looking for?"

"Little mom, but a little trouble finding it because it's tucked inside another pouch." My answer.

"Why not just use a wallet, let's not bother."

"So I went out with my husband, Mom, just got home. Because it was a little afternoon, so I hurriedly did not have time to change my wallet. Scared of running out of fresh vegetables."

Not yet had the customer respond to my answer, Suddenly Miss Willis interrupted from the side; "From checking the contents, huh?" He said while holding my USG results this morning.

I was silent for a while, only then did I smile at her, nodding lightly.

"But, really. Here the age of the womb has been six weeks anyway?"

Madam Willis frowned, and looked at me with narrowed eyes. As if I was interrogating in the middle of the crowd, what a pesky, it seems that now I will be the kerosene to spread firewood.

"Well, not just married?" Endowed other customers.

I fell silent, swallowing the saliva with great difficulty. All eyes look at me including the eyes I avoid the most in this situation, who else if not, Ms. Isma.

From next to Willis's mistress a customer put her lips together and looked at me amusedly, "His husband hasn't been a month..."

"You got pregnant first, huh?"

Finally, the key words came out. Whether it comes from whose mouth it is, but I choose to be silent, silence is the best way to keep it, whether it is a word or a taste. Oh my God, why should I be faced with a situation like this. I feel like I'm on trial in a misplaced court.

I exhale, then I recapture the results of my USG from the hands of Miss Willis. And soon to go home.

The prejudice continued to spread, until the peak, one of the people mentioned the conclusion of the gossip this morning.

"Ih, that means his son is the son of Haram!"

I stopped my steps. The sun today is as hot as my heart now. My heart was pounding, spinning overflowing and getting firmer as those words floated over filled the heart. It is true that I have done wrong until I became pregnant out of wedlock, but it is the conclusion of those I cannot accept.

"Get up your mouth, you guys!" I said in a high tone, after turning around. Then I pointed at them, pointing them one by one. "No one dares to call my son, an illegitimate son!"

"You guard your mouth! talk rough with parents. Though the future mother, but rude!!! Still got shy?!" Said madam Willis arrogantly while patting her chest in an ineluctible manner as well with bulging eyes.

"Again, watch your mouth, Miss Willis!" I said, "Look at yourself, every gathering always gossip dredges the ulcers of others. Always eat your own meat! always abducting other people's mistakes, but reluctant to reflect."

He laughed, making me even more upset.

"Mending gossip rather than conceiving an illegitimate child!" he said, to the laughter of everyone beside him.

I think a woman may still be able to be patient with scorn from the environment, but, no mother can accept when her child is hurt and called haram. The child is the soulmate of the mother, the child is half the life of the mother, and therefore my purpose is to love and protect my children with all that I have.

"From you," I went from the spot to the lady of Willis.

With great passion and full of anger I had a great fight at that time. I'm snapping until his midget hair is sagging and messy. Not to be outdone Miss Willis took my hair, but I was given a thousand percent of the power of nature, I hit her scathing mouth. "This mouth is so agile to bully people! This mouth that is too good to look for people's mistakes! let me teach you a lesson, you." The hysterical customers tried to separate and stop our struggle.

No one can stand in the way, I'll give back to let him be deterred. Even Sister Isma who pulled my body, I did not mind. All the neighbors gathered around the vegetable stall, the atmosphere began not conducive until Mr. Omar, the owner of the stall ran into the house.

I see Miss Willis is helpless again. His body was so limp after there were blood spots on the tip of his lips, plus bruises almost on each surface of his face. We wrestled so hard. All the muscles I muster until I reach ******* which is continuous.

After I beat up the old woman. Hopefully he understands that behind all his actions there are great consequences as well. Sister Isma pulled my body away from Miss Willis, she helped me stand up. I heard him whisper; "Kania, calm yourself. Remember, you have a baby to look after." It was that word that made me wake up and stop.

In order to maintain the situation, Ms. Isma immediately drove me home. Not until there, he also helped to compress the bruise on my right temple.

Shortly after, Kak Anta's car entered through the gate. In a hurry he approached me.

"What's going on? You all right?" He knelt down before me, then looked up at Mbak Isma.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to violate your will yesterday. I'll go home, excuse me."

Apparently Mbak Isma caught sight of Kak Anta's eyes which gave her a signal to leave us both. After saying goodbye, Sister Isma moved, to go to the gate.

"ispremium... "

"Yes, mas?"

"Thank you, yes." said Kak Anta slowly with a masygul mimic. Ma'am Isma replied with a smile while slightly lowering her head.

After Isma's departure, I thought I could cry and put my heart out to Sister Anta, I thought she was the only place I complained, so my heart could be calmer and fainter. But, an unexpected reaction came out of his mouth. Not the attention I got from him, except; ...

"You why the hell? I just stayed a few hours already making such a big deal?!"

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