I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 33 - Prayer Wife Display

A clear afternoon, in the beautiful twilight roosters, the moon appeared early Just when the orange sky was so blushing, accompanying me alone in the kitchen, while Kak Anta was still far away, working. We still have a lot of arguments, even though it happened almost a week ago.

I got up from the kitchen chair, after I heard a knock from the front door of the house.

"Oh, Kania. sorry." Said Sister Isma with a surprised look, just after I opened the door.

Although it was quiet for a while, the corners of Mbak Isma's lips curved upwards. "Mas Reza, is there?" he asked while his head and eyes glared deep into the house entering the shadow of his former lover who had lived one roof with me.

I smile. "What do you need to look for Sister Anta, Ma'am?"

"Lately I've had a little trouble contacting Mas Reza, and he didn't answer my phone call. I'm a little worried... "

Oh, you fucking asshole! bad start on holidays.

B0doh!

What business do you have to worry about Sister Anta, Sister Isma?; lately I've had a little trouble contacting Mas Reza, I'm a little worried.

worry Ndhasmu!

I watched him for a very long time with a grim look. "Sir Anta is still in the office, Ma'am. What business is it? If I want to tell him after I go home."

"I just want to bring green bean porridge for you guys, made a lot at home. It's also for you, Kania. Eaten huh?!" With a smile, Sister Isma stretched out the package in her hand.

I nodded, nodding to keep the prestige while taking the green bean parcel from his hand.

"Keep I want to ask you for help, tell Mas Reza later tonight can take me and you to the hospital for your mother's crybaby?"

How bad is this heart wound? isn't that enough for you, Isma? even in front of me, his own wife. You dare to ask me. Am I just a show wife to your ex-boyfriend?

"I'm worried Brother Anta patrols the night Ma'am." Said lying.

"That's it, huh? hmm. whereas last week he promised mom always took the time to visit him."

"Yes, Ma'am." I answered briefly.

"Then just like this Kania, tell Mas Reza he will definitely tell me by phone, he can or not."

"Can't you drive it?" lure me in with a gentle tone, realizing that my current emotions were about to explode.

Our gazes met, the eyes of Mbak Isma implying the same awkwardness when imagining the possibility of my speech.

"How is it?! Lt could. Mas Reza wants to see his mother too. I thought about it." She said, "Eh, I don't mean mother in any other sense. I'm being awkward like this."

His words that include about mother and family, his mother is Kak Anta's mother as well and his family is Kak Anta's family, making my tone throb faster.

"I understand Ma'am. You've known and lived in the same neighborhood since childhood. It's natural that Kak Anta thinks that Mbak Isma's parents are his parents too."

"Thank God. Kania, I hope we can be a family too. Mas Reza is like a friend and sister. As we parted, I began to understand, maybe I lost the figure of a lover, but I hope I don't lose the figure of my brother and best friend."

"You're not jealous, are you? you have to believe in Mas Reza, after all, he is not a person who likes to share his heart. I'm telling you, if he already said love, he couldn't possibly share a heart. Mas Reza would often say that he loves you?"

He asked me if I was jealous? he asked how often Anta said she loved me, the answer was yes and no. Yes, I'm jealous. No, not once have I heard him mention love. Even up to a month of this marriage, he had never touched me, made me his wife perfectly, would not be in touch, slept next to me he was still reluctant.

So with all that reality, do I still deserve to be jealous? with all that reality, it is only natural that I am worried and distrustful of Sister Anta, if you come back close and always meet in an intense time. Because, in fact, I only have the body of Kak Anta, about the heart? I don't know...

"You don't think shit? above all, I have made Mas Reza happy with you, and I believe you are the last port of his love adventure. Therefore I try to be more open and accept the reality. Therefore, don't worry about me and Mas Reza, will you?"

"How is Isma's family business? done or still looking for a bright spot?"

I answer simply to distract, all to seek certainty.

"The real weight, our house was forced to be sold, Kania and the money will be divided equally with Mang Haris, Mas Reza who helped offer it to the people. If it's done and mom is healthy, we'll move to the village."

"Moved?"

When Ms. Isma said that, I could say that I would go crazy if it were real. In my heart, there was a sense of pleasure that made my chest slightly wider. Immediately I will recite the prayer in my heart; may his house be sold soon, and Mother Isma is very healthy.

The angel was confused, his prayers were good but his intentions were ugly ...

"Yes, there is no other choice. Mum and Abah want to spend old age in the village."

"I help you pray for the best" Ma'am."

Those words sounded as if they were completely out of my heart. But only the twilight, the Angels and the Lord alone know, what kind of best prayer I mean.

"thank you. All right, then I'll go home! don't forget to eat the porridge, let your son be healthy too, I'm sure you'll be hooked."

As soon as Ms. Isma came home, I went back inside immediately to the kitchen again.

I put the package on the dining table, after I move it in a rather large bell container. I stared at the porridge muttering, remembering every stroke and corner of Isma's gentle face, so sweet and tender as the green bean porridge she gave. Honey, we've been held captive in the shackles of a complicated heart. No matter how big you are, I still feel anxious and anxious. Any kind of good passes in our shadow.

"Porridge?"

A whispering voice suddenly entered my ear, Like a supernatural voice that I did not realize who the owner was and where. Apparently he was right next to me, right to my left.

"You make green bean porridge?" he nodded while frowning.

"Where are you coming from?" I said.

"From the front," he answered with a look of astonishment.

"When has he been next to me?"

"So" he said, "You daydream again, until you are unaware of my presence. Thinking about what? you haven't answered my question." he mocked me.

"It wasn't me, the ex-sister who gave it to me." I said as I turned around, turning to the cooking table to pick up the dinner I had cooked earlier.

"Cania... " Sir Anta said with a slow and long tone.

"Mbak Isma also sent a message, please take her and her father to the hospital later tonight. Go then! brother don't waste the opportunity to spend time with the most beautiful ex. Isma will move soon."

"Cania... " Greet her gently while hugging me.

We looked at each other, wondering if anything had changed for each of us.

"Already, yeah. I have obeyed your desire not to get too close to Isma. Isma is for me now nothing more than friend and brother, that's all. There's no such thing as the prettiest ex, or anything." Said Kak Anta softly.

"Not too close to Mbak Isma in front of me, but if behind the other again, to help sell the house."

I removed the hand of Sister Anta who was holding both sides of my shoulder. I rushed back to the table to get some more food. From behind Kak Anta followed my steps.

"Help to sell the house does not mean I continue to meet with Isma, I help spread it and offer it with others."

"Just the same."

We talked as we walked, from the kitchen table to the dining table, from the dining table to the kitchen table. I've been flat, ever since our family was divided, for the family of her ex-boyfriend. Although the pain continued to gnaw at my heart, but because I was used to it, I was able to act more calm and cold.

Until I found out, my body was already in Kak Anta's arms. He hugged my body from behind.

"Yes, I'm sorry, yeah." Said whispering.

I turned around and looked at him, though not as cold as before, "Go, Sister Isma and her father are waiting for you to pick you up."

"You wanna come?" He said, "I'll go see them, if you want to accompany me. I wouldn't have gone there without you."

"My answer is clear!"

"I understand." He hugged me back, warm and soft. The aroma of perfume does not disappear even though it has been used all day. His mighty curves became padded pads as sweat fused his shirt and chest so tightly together.

The heartbeat of a man beating into my ears reminded me of a fundamental difference between us.

Like a tsunami wave hurtling through the ocean, sweeping away the trail of the waves, passion crept through my body and erased all the restrictions that existed with its own power.

"Already, yeah. Don't keep getting angry." Said whispering.

Even though I so want this Moment to last forever, I'm afraid that Sister Anta will make hugs and soft words as a solution for her to ignore my desires and pain. I slowly broke away from Sister Anta's embrace.

"I'm just doing what's on my mind right now."

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