I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 34 - Choose Him or Him

Cold and Flat, maybe that is what now envelops the days of our household life, between me and Sister Anta. Since two weeks passed after the events of that night, Brother Anta tried to apologize from me, and I tried to open my heart, although sometimes it became a little cooler.

Mbak Isma has rarely contacted Kak Anta, last time only to deliver green bean porridge. Even if there is a will, Sister Anta always asked me to accompany her so that we no longer misunderstand. If I don't want to, then Brother Anta won't go. It should have been so...

This morning, while enjoying her breakfast, Sister Anta got a phone call from someone. Before being lifted up, Kak Anta showed me the screen of his phone; madam Isma.

"I'm inviting you to dinner together later, at the restaurant we used to wear. Tomorrow my family and I will move home to Mother's village, Mas. Thank goodness the problem with Mang Haris is over. My mother's condition has also improved considerably. Because I wanted to celebrate the night together, before actually parting ways." Said Isma from a distance.

Brother Anta glanced at me before answering an offer from Mbak Isma. Moving out? Isma will eventually move in with her family? The grace of God, really deep down, I'm very happy when Mbak Isma moved has now arrived.

Sister Anta mute her phone, then put it on the table. "Hows it? last time. He's gonna move. You want to accompany me?" I nodded and Brother Anta caught my eye code. After getting the answer he expected, Kak Anta immediately took back his phone.

"All right, Isma." Said Sister Anta.

"Thank God, I'm waiting for 19:00 in a normal place."

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The rain that had fallen all afternoon had subsided and the sky had brightened again. The stars appear to form points of light at the height of space far up there. However, the gust of wind that hit the trees full of dew made the smell of rain that had subsided last night, as if nature still wanted to refresh itself through the cold and wet air. Thus, we prepared and immediately headed to the dining place chosen by Isma Ma'am.

"I'm so happy, because I'm sure you're a much better woman than I used to be."

As soon as Sister Isma greeted me. We had a conversation after ten minutes, I and Anta arrived at this restaurant.

"By the way, I didn't know that you were going to take Kania, mas. So I'm just ordering two."

"Well, is this mine?" Brother Anta raised the bowl in front of him.

"Yes, here I order your favorite food, Sop ribs extra meatballs, and not spicy. You know Kania, that Reza mas can't eat spicy food?"

"I had a funny story when we were Junior High." Continue to contact Isma again.

Mbak Isma looked at Kak Anta with a naughty highlight, while Kak Anta hinted for Mbak Isma to cancel her intention to tell a story.

"No, I have to tell you. Ha ha Kania should know how you behaved long ago."

While I could only keep quiet with a wry smile, seeing the closeness of my husband with his ex-girlfriend. Right in front of me.

"So this is the story, when we finished our graduation farewell party. We continue a one-class holiday to one of the tourist areas, the area is famous for processed meat culinary. And I like to eat spicy food, well when I again eat soto tripe it, mas Reza tuh curious, he wants to try my soto tripe which has been mixed sambal four spoon. And as soon as he tries what happens is-----"

"Over night we can't sleep, because he's fussy diarrhea. Back and forth the toilet, our Master also came down from the inn to buy medicine. You remember, don't you, Mas?"

"Ha ha ha that's a shame. "kak Anta timid.

"You're back and forth, just in and out again."

Sister Isma laughed, Sister Anta laughed. They enjoy nostalgia with a very familiar, like a reunion of old friends. However, strangely I felt pain instead, and was tormented.

"Sister, Ma'am, I went to the toilet, huh?!"

"Would you like to go to the toilet?" ask Anta to me.

"Yes." Yeah."

I immediately got up from the chair then went to the toilet, I could still hear them joking with each other.

"I've forgotten that story, you remind me again."

I washed my face in the toilet sink. Stupid, I was so easy to cry just because I saw the familiarity of the former lovers. Maybe because from childhood no one behaved better to me, than Sister Anta, although she was also the one who hurt me the most. I looked at my pitiful self in the mirror reflection. I have to survive, that's all I think about.

After feeling a little calmer, I then went out, looking for some fresh air to calm down while returning to our bench.

From behind, I heard their conversation;

"Mas, will ya?" Said Ms. Isma.

"Well, I'm so sorry Isma, I have an appointment with Kania."

As soon as I heard Brother Anta saying my name, I immediately approached my seat beside her.

"Well you have a heart, I drove the car alone for three hours? I'm old, my eyes are a little blurred."

"Three hours?" I said, As she pulled the chair. "Who wants to drive for three hours? Brother?"

"Oh, no. This is Isma, they will move back tomorrow to the mother village. I bought a house there. The journey from here to the mother village is about three hours. So, they asked to take you there." Replied Brother Anta smiling at me, after I sat back down. "Unfortunately we can't, right? we have an appointment."

"Or else, will Kania come along?! if the crowds are more exciting, mas?! Want some Kania?"

I looked at Sister Anta, and she looked back at me. Then we looked at Isma again.

"Sorry Ma'am.... "

"I'm sorry.." said Anta with a thin smile.

Mbak Isma then raise back his body that had leaned forward. "Yes it's okay. Then we move on. I'm driving alone, it's okay. Besides I'm so bad, Mas, I and my family will always trouble you, I don't want it until Kania misunderstands again, later he thought you were more attentive to me than to his own wife" he said with a disappointed expression.

"You don't think so, do you, Kania?"

I fell silent after hearing Isma's question. But suddenly Brother Anta's hand came grabbing my agitated hand on the table. He gently stroked her.

"No way, safe." after looking at me, Sister Anta smiled at Ms. Isma who was in front of her.

Hearing Kak Anta's answer, Mbak Isma replied by holding her right hand Kak Anta, stroking her gently, doing the same thing Kak Anta did to me just now. But, what hurt me was that instead of pulling his hand, Kak Anta instead smiled and enjoyed the touch of Mbak Isma that he might have long missed.

"But I still thank you very much. Because during this one month, you're still around, accompanying and helping me and my family, you want me to bother, I might have a hard time meeting a man as good as you, mas."

Sister Anta smiled, looking at her so gently and solemnly. "Don't overdo it, I'm doing this because you're my best friend from childhood. We are close like our own family" he said after returning the grip of Mbak Isma's hand that fell on the back of his hand.

It seems like Kak Anta parted ways with Mbak Isma here, deep down maybe they still want to spend time together. Only fate says otherwise, what is it Sister Anta? if it is hard for you to part with Sister Isma, then why would you marry me? Pity...

I'm sadder to see this attitude of yours.

At around 21:00 pm, the farewell dinner with Mbak Isma was over. My sister and I arrived at the house thirty minutes later.

"Kania, I take a shower, you're tired, if you want to take a nap, okay?" said Kak Anta while taking off his jacket.

"Yes, it's okay." I said, "It's only natural that you're tired. One month should be for the time for the wife and ex-lover."

"Cania.... "

"If there's something to talk about, just say it. Don't be like that, I've always had my permission with you and you don't mind. I don't even want to see Isma, if you don't come. Yeah, right?" timpal Kak Anta's.

My eyes were able to catch the spotlight from his eyes full of disappointment in my attitude, as well as bear the limp disturbance because the time was full for two women.

"Yes, it's true, and I really appreciate that." My Sergei, then continued; "But I just, from earlier I thought, Isma's mother had said; I might be difficult to meet a man as good as you can. Does that mean, brother?"

"Cania...." Brother Anta lowered her voice. "Isma was just wondering, and that was just a way of thanking her. Isma was just mocking me, Kania."

"Why are you being so weird? you're nervous about Isma?"

"I don't need to be anxious, if you're more self-conscious you already have a wife. I just want to ask, this is how long will Sister Isma always be in our relationship? how long will you always be there for her?"

I sobbed, but tried to hold it. If I let go, my eyes will suffer a painful pain for almost a month, he will have to work extra hard.

"One month I became Sister Anta's Wife, lost to her ex-sister, so that she could spend time with Sister Isma. Brother sure the love for Mbak Isma is over? sure?"

"Look, yeah Kania. We'll talk about it tomorrow, now you calm yourself first. You may be tired too, yes. You're sleeping, yeah."

"Not to be discussed anymore. If you're still on the same day as Isma, I'll pull over."

I looked away, as soon as the clear bead fell on my cheek. Immediately I wipe, I remove the tracks through the rubbing of my fingers that are a bit fat goulash.

"How do you mean?"

I turned back to him, I looked into his eyes deeply to be sure,

"Pick me or Miss Isma?"

"You-you ... How did you get this way? you're not serious about asking me to choose."

"I'm serious! choose Me or Miss Isma?" I said, "Or if you are confused to choose me or him, you just choose Isma! If brother did choose me as his forever---" companion"

Forever, just as he said to me long ago; "If it is with you, then forever remain with you."

"So I won't be confused who to choose!"

Sister Anta was silent for a moment, she looked at me coldly, with a gesture I could not guess what the will wanted by her.

"Since you told me to choose just now, I realized that you would never believe me."

He entered the room, disappearing like a shadow.

This moment reminded me of a lyric I remembered, describing exactly my current state;

Love can not always be beautiful, Love can also turn into pain

As I now feel, my heart dwells in destruction

Never imagined And never thought your love and mine would part.

But I have to let it go for your life to be better.