I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 22 - TEARS

"Of course, Brother Anta will not understand, because this child, is not his son. Want haram, will not, will not enter his heart ..."

Want my Son to be hurt like anything, want to be hurt like anything, Sister Anta will not be offended. My heart seems to jump. I exhaled with trembling breath.

We were married without love, we both had reasons to want to live together. That's why I should have realized from the beginning, I wasn't the woman in her life. He had another name that was everything beyond me. Wasn't I just an uneducated girl and pregnant out of wedlock? nothing more than a woman full of bad records, with an unaccountable past.

I should not have to grieve this way, if in fact Sister Anta gave another reaction. This child of mine is a consequence that I must bear and protect myself. Sister Anta marrying me should be more than enough. But, for some reason, it still hurts. It hurts so much ....

"Cania... "

"The World of Avisha,"

"I beg you to open the door" he said, knocking.

I chose to be silent, there was nothing my mouth could do but bite my arm. Letting out groans through action. Physically hurt, much better than talk. My psychology won't be strong.

I was lulled into a dream to the tip of my foot, I should have known from the beginning that it would hurt like this. I tried to turn away, but all that was visible now was him. We usually understand and appreciate each other. Maybe it was because I was too immersed in a long daydream, or because I was too happy with all the attention, while I looked at the floor and bit off my own arm. Sister Anta is still busy begging out there.

"The World of Avisha ...." He said it started shaking. "I'm sorry,"

His character has made me, subconsciously, enter his world, while he is just carrying out his role obligations naturally. My heart aches, far away in its deepest part... I need him, I need his attention, I need his affection. But who am I.

"It hurts, honey?"

And it is true that Kak Anta said. I am still a teenager. Unfortunately I was unable to bear the wound. Not a physical wound, the mark hit Miss Willis. Everyone knows what it is...

I elus stomach that started to cramp. Damn it, at this moment even feel the rumbling. How should I relieve it? eating your own arm?

"The World of Avisha,"

"I'm sorry for my rude attitude."

Sister Anta started moaning, she called my name with her voice starting to hoarse. His fist was not as good as the tempo at the beginning, when he hit the door to open it.

I was silent for a long time, thinking about how hard it was to ride a bike on the steep streets. The edges I made, shaken like an old grandfather who was crushed. I'm having trouble holding on. But my bike does not want me to give up; let's paddle, I want to get to the top.

"You're not an illegitimate child, mama dared to come forward for you."

While this bead was flowing, my eyes were quite sore. My arms are also starting to hurt. I want to scream, far and fast. But only my arms and knees accompanied me, they silenced me so tight I could not groan. I'm lost my way,

I shouldn't have expected more from you, but my heart hurts so much when you can't be the sustainer of my grief. It hurt so much that my arms and eyes were witnesses...

"Kania." she kept calling my name from the outside, but I ignored her.

From the end table, the remaining fried bread of Kak Anta's snacks last night teased me with its charming colors and refined sugar. "Love your child as much as your pain for defending him. Eat me!"

I looked at him closely.

"You hungry, boy? But we don't have any food, leftover bread doesn't matter?"

Finally I went to the nightstand and I took bread on it. How sad...

"This bread is made by my mom, is it good?" No answer, obviously. "No, it's reduced because we eat it ourselves."

And it will be alone, with a heavy heart and slowly. I wipe my tears while chewing the leftover food Kak Anta. Not caring about the food, it was just that eating while crying was, at best, unpleasant.

We are forced to meet our needs when our condition is not okay.

Very tight and painful...

"The gift.... Avisha,"

While that was the case, Brother Anta kept calling my name.

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