I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 37 - On a Cold Night

It turns out that my feelings all this time about them, my prejudice was strengthened when Mbak Isma himself who said it last afternoon, that he wanted Kak Anta back as a man and not just a friend. He even swore to me, or he was just pushing me.

I don't know what's gonna happen. To be sure, tonight I feel so relieved, sharing the solitude with the stars in the sky. Oh, unfortunately, as far as I divide my mind with the stars, I am unable to turn away the shadow of Sister Anta. What is he doing now? live where? have eaten or not.

It's only been a day, and I feel alone. From far away, did Brother Anta also think of me? or is he looking up at the same sky?

"Am I trying to call Anta about today's incident? did I overdo it asking us to part ways for a while? or is it better if I ask Brother Anta to come back and forgive each other?"

The night was so peaceful even though the crickets were crowded and the air was not as cold as last night, when me and Sister Anta had a storm. The moon is on even though it is not bright, so is my phone screen from before I have a katik box, dead, so it looks like a motor light. I sat quietly while looking at the cell phone...

It seems I was expecting the presence of Sister Anta...

"No, I have to make room for Brother Anta to think. It's for the good of all of us." Thought me.

"But it shouldn't be me who lives here, because this is Kak Anta's house."

When I was thinking about it, the phone I had been playing on vibrated. A notification that I was waiting for and hoping for, a call came in from Kak Anta.

"Hello, Kania??" Sweep it from a distance.

"Yes, brother."

"Sorry calling at night. What are you doing?"

"Where do you live?"

"Jawab my question first, I'll answer your question."

"I'm daydreaming at the stars."

"Tonight was different, the stars scattered more. But, the moon was rather deathly covered in mist. I was enjoying it too, a cold night like this. How's the pregnant milk? drunk already?"

"It." My answer was short, "Sir Anta has not answered my question. Where do you live?"

"A place, under the same sky not far from you."

"Go home, brother." Reply me.

"Do you want to accept me again?"

"This house belongs to Sister Anta, it's not me who should be staying here. Go home, let me get out."

"Don't, can't. If you're the one going how am I gonna pick you up?"

"Sure that brother will pick me up? surely you can release Isma?"

"Of course" said Sister Anta. "I made a mistake, I know what I did hurt you. But, I hope it's not too late to change and repair everything that's almost broken. Perhaps this is the trial of life that God gave to our household, through my shaky heart, through my almost treacherous promise, and through the past that is coming again."

I was filled with her touching words, shaking my whole body. My soul felt full, my life instantly became limitless vast. Everything that is murky in my feelings is filtered in such a way that remains a clear atmosphere, a kind of word from the heart that is not merely a word, heart, but the heart is supported by a conclusion born of long contemplation. Even though I did not come to that conclusion, I felt so happy to hear it from the results of all day contemplation, that I had to multiply my gratitude for this answer.

"Cania... Are you still there?"

As her voice rang out, I realized how much time I had spent daydreaming and being silent.

"Yes, Brother. I'm right here."

"Thank you for giving me a chance" he said slowly.

"So, is that why Anta blocked Mbak Isma? That's why Anta didn't answer him again?"

"You know?" askinya.

I fell silent again, I looked forward while biting my lips. Until I finally decided to tell Kak Anta about the incident last afternoon.

"Last noon Isma came here, she was looking for my sister and was angry with me because Kak Anta blocked her mobile number."

Sister Anta was silent for a moment, then replied in a gentle tone, as gentle as the whirring of the wind tonight.

"I'm sorry, yeah. It's all my fault so it's this long and this late. But, to be honest, I have no intention of going back to Isma, if I have said so, I will prove it, just like when I "chose you for good" long ago. My intention was purely to help him, although maybe I still could not forget him completely. In essence, it's all my fault for seeming to give hope and hurting everyone."

"Even though you're still in love? Sis Anta does not expect to re-create with Mbak Isma? The slightest?"

"Alright, but this saying doesn't mean I've trusted you. Since it's still our first day living apart, I'm afraid it's just sweet words and promises."

"I understand. I will accompany and reassure you even from a distance. I'll see you at home soon if I make you sure of me again."

"By the way, brother's not on night patrol?"

"No, it's a holiday. You don't remember?"

"Sorry, forgot."

"Have you had dinner?" his reply.

"Yes, already. Brother Anta how? Eat what?"

"What are you cooking? if I had eaten fried chicken rice at a store near the office, with Rambo. You want anything? I'll buy it now."

"No Brother. I've cooked the clear vegetables and fried chicken."

"Definitely delicious. Then go to sleep, it's night. Pregnant women don't stay up much."

"Alright, good night, sister Anta."

"Good sleep, Kania. I'll see you in a minute... "

As soon as my phone turned off, I fell silent again for a moment, thinking. My eyes glared upward, To the gray night sky, Night reigns in its majesty, with flashing stars. The night wind is getting stronger. Body shivers.

I went back to the room to go straight to sleep, but before I went to the bed I looked for an extra blanket in the closet, a complementary material to protect my body from the cold of the air tonight.

While I opened the closet, looking around for a blanket, which was apparently on top of a suitcase. Old suitcases that have been left for days, months, maybe even years at the very top of the wardrobe. Out of curiosity I picked it up and I cleaned the dust, then I opened it slowly; inside was a piece of High School uniform whose white color had changed yellowish, and the color of it was yellowish, there is also an old model pocket watch that looks expensive when viewed from the shape and carving. And lastly, there is a photo album.

My face immediately reddened when the thought of interrupting came, the photo album is a sacred object that holds memories in the past, which when opened and re-viewed its contents, the photo album is a sacred object that holds memories in the past, we will be swept away in the moment and atmosphere when a picture is captured.

I slowly unfolded the album cover, the first image that was worn out; there were three people, a woman sitting on a chair holding a baby, and a man standing behind her.

"This must be Kak Anta's mother, it turns out that Kak Anta's good looks decreased from his mother."

"This is Anta's father?" I said.

"His father turned out to be a soldier, dashing like Sister Anta."

I open the next sheet again, still the same picture, togetherness between Kak Anta and his parents. Only different atmosphere, where the sheet per sheet shows the age change in Kak Anta.

"His family is harmonious... " I thought, "Surely they are very proud of having such an amazing child. Too bad I've never met them."

I looked up, looking up at the blue sky wall.

"But if you meet them, not necessarily me and Kak Anta can get married," I said with a long sigh, "After all, which parent would be willing if his child married a woman who is not holy anymore. Pregnant outside of marriage."

I became bitter, but I immediately felt that feeling. Then continue to open the next sheet.

"It's sister Anta when she was a child, even when she was a child she didn't smile." I said beginning to mock as I looked at the formal photo of Sister Anta standing alone half-body, so stiff and sinister.

I open the next sheet again, in this section Kak Anta is not a photo of the three anymore, but it has been crowded and he has been wearing a police uniform pride. At that time, his body looked thin with bald hair almost pelontos.

"Oh, is this his big family? here Kak Anta is very young, but I can still recognize him. It looks like he is still in High School. Her parents are no longer here."

And I arrived at the last sheet; there was a formal photograph of Kak Anta half-body together, with someone whose age might be much younger than Kak Anta.

"Then here is Kak Anta who has been wearing a uniform, he took pictures together with... "

I entered the photo with narrowed eyes, trying to look at someone who was beside Kak Anta. Someone I don't think is a stranger, like I've seen. Although in this photo, his age might be around four to fifteen years old.

"Peter?" I said while frowning.

"It's like Petra."

Just similar, or is it Petra?