I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 31 - Lying Again and Again

On this day, my marriage with Sister Anta has been going on for a month.

"Tonight I have a night patrol scheduled, but I'll be home early. I'll find an excuse for the commander, because I want to take you to dinner, six o'clock in the afternoon you should be ready. Wear something feminine. I want to see you different on our special day."

As soon as Sister Anta spoke to me this morning before she left for work.

Although our situation for several weeks was cloudy and often tense, Kak Anta always tried to clear things up. When considering that, I would rather just shut up and let. All will be well for a long time...

While waiting for Kak Anta to come home, I choose clothes for me to wear at dinner later, I can wear a simple and thin-shoulder black dress that Kak Anta gave me a few days ago, when I was mad at him for canceling lunch outside to help Ms. Isma. He also bought me a pair of black shoes with short heels, adjusting my circumstances.

What does it mean for clothes, shoes and something feminine? wasn't all that, all this time, never noticed? Why all of a sudden we lose distance, talk about things and do things like husband and wife who tie each other.

Could it be that we started to drift? or maybe because love is basically something natural, so that its presence does not require abstract and scientific reasons, but instead attention to small but concrete things in the personal. "I want to see a different you on our special day." as soon as he confirmed, and I blushed.

In love, a person's ability to understand is not related to the level of intelligence he possesses. Perhaps because of that too he would be able to open his heart to me, the woman whose insight was far beneath him.

I gulped down the milk of the pregnant woman he bought, until the end. And I washed the glass as soon as I had to get everything ready for our celebration tonight. I thought it was necessary to surprise her to be enchanted, for our wedding to take place with a memorable and realistic moment.

Do I need to wear powder, lipstick and the like? should I wear jewelry accessories like earrings or bracelets? a woman often does so when facing romantic moments with her girlfriend. But am I still worthy?

I thought of that silly idea in the shower. It feels so fresh after working at home and daydreaming all day, and enough to repel limp interference due to a lot of thinking. There was a cockroach on the floor, near the toilet, flanking over the puddles.dizzling like a woman suffering from falling in love. How pity. I got him out of the waterway. I think cockroaches are like love, not knowing where they come from and where they go.

After taking a shower, I dismantled the closet, looking for the clothes she wanted and gave her. The appearance of the dress will make me look feminine. In fact, in terms of dress, I'm like a mother who always fights at home, wearing a thin negligee.

I also did not stay to do my habits at school, dress up sweet. Wear lipstick and powder coating. I believe tonight will be the most special moment we both hoped for.

My phone suddenly shook, a short message from Kak Anta came in;

Kania, I'm sorry I couldn't pick up. Now there's still business in the office, so it can't be licensed. Suppose you go alone to the restaurant can not? we meet there directly. Wanna wait for me too, but it might be a waste of time.

I was silent for a moment thinking of the answer to the message he sent.

Can brother, I'll wait for brother at his restaurant. Work spirit, and be careful.

I thought, going alone was fine, which was important when we were in the restaurant we could spend more time creating the most beautiful memories of the first month of marriage.

After feeling pretty good, I immediately stepped out of the house to get into the online taxi that I had ordered. As the vehicle entered the highway, the cityscape was so crowded by the cars of people who had just returned home from work, and the people who passed by on the side of the road, a different atmosphere with a quiet atmosphere at home, each Kak Anta went to work. This city is beautiful at night.

In the midst of it all, my feelings in Melancholia assault, seeing our current state, I did not expect an impromptu marriage with my husband to last even a month. It's still corn but it's longer than I thought.

I sighed as the car entered the parking lot of the restaurant we had promised. I tried to stay calm, even though I was so nervous to death. I went inside the Restaurant and immediately went up to the second floor, towards the seat that Kak Anta had ordered.

Half an hour I sat alone, looking at the dim, flower-filled atmosphere of the restaurant. It feels like such a romantic atmosphere. Occasionally while playing the phone just looking for busyness so as not to be too impressed alone.

"Warm tea?" the waiter was a bit surprised.

"none. But, there's a cappuccino."

"May, that's all... "

The restaurant began to fill with visitors. Music is soft, a saxophone instrument has just been played. Outside, the wet night wind continues to surround the room that is increasingly blackened.

Amidst the dim light, my eyes were watching the phone screen. Thumbs almost 4 times pressing the power button just to see the clock and notification messages or phone calls from Kak Anta.

The sky was getting wet, and the air was getting cold and wet. Above the sky there the cloud is blackened, ready to hit with a splash of water cubic. For the fifth time, I hit the phone screen, it's 22:45. How many times did I call Kak Anta's phone to ask her for news, but my call was diverted. So often that my battery is running out.

While the atmosphere of the Restaurant began to be quiet, and slowly grew quiet slowly blurring in my gaze which began to heavily bear the delusion. I took a sip of the last drop of cappucino before finally deciding to leave with the visitors ready to leave.

The night was so long and gray, under the rain I walked down the asphalt. The wind hit like a typhoon that hit my makeup that I had made so feminine as I wished.

Honey, even until this makeup breaks down with the rain. The figure of the man, unable to witness it.

"Loh, Miss Anta!"

I turned my head after the bright light from the motor glittered blinding my eyes. I vaguely found the figure of a long-haired man with a tall body and muscles that I can say professional.

"Sister... Rambo?" I said with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here, rain like this? You alone? Where is anta?"

I just kept quiet, then shook my head slowly.

"Damn it!" said swearing. Rambo took off his jacket and put it on my body. He also took off his helmet and put it on my head. "Let me drive you home, will you?! Don't resist! I never accept rejection from anyone."

"Basically male kanebo! Could-can let a pregnant woman rain-rain alone. br3ngsek!"

That's how Rambo scolded Kak Anta all the way. I can only be silent, against the cold of the rain and my heart. Dismissed is my hope and my beautiful shadow of this special night.

"If you knew this, I would use a car! Sorry, you're cold." Rambo.

Whatever the reason, Again Sister Anta lied.

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