
This morning, I can say I woke up bad. Sister Anta was ready with her police uniform.she was busy putting on buttons, while I could only stare at her stiffly.
Until now ...
Just being able to imagine the figure of the man who made me realize his charismatic and masculine identity made my heart look like a somersault. I don't know how many times I've been fascinated by Anta's physicality which can be said to be perfect, but again, again, with the same reaction brother Anta left me alone and went towards the kitchen bar that was near the dining table.
"I make milk for pregnant women. don't know if it suits you or not, if there is a strange feel don't hesitate to tell me, huh?!"
After I observed him deeply together with his flat face. I take the glass of milk from his hand, if this marriage had been for love, if this man in front of me had been the man I loved, and if I had been the woman he loved. probably not going to be this strong, I want to chat a lot with a burly man in a black uniform and a thick vest designed specifically for his unity in the police force.
Sister Anta has beautiful hair and eyes, shiny brown when hit by the warm light of the sun.I like her haircut impressed to reinforce the jaw line. Physically, I love the warm light of the sun, I love everything in her, from her brilliant brown eyes, wide lips, to her thin whiskers and beard that look macho and tidy.
Even with Petra I did not feel such a strong and instant physical attraction towards men, let alone at a man who might be ten to twelve years older than me.
"Thank you, sister," I said then sipped the milk made directly by her, pregnant mother's milk. I myself do not know when she bought and prepared it. it tasted good and timid.
"Sister, I'm sorry I woke up late. Don't make breakfast for brother and help get ready."
"No problem, I'm used to being independent. When you're done putting the glasses and dirty dishes in the sink there, then go home from work I'll wash it. You just rest."
At this time, I will believe that Sister Anta may be right lamp in the gloom of my life.I am moved, even though she is stiff and fairly do not love me, yet, she was able to put those feelings aside and pay attention as if the child I was carrying was her own, and at this very moment, I had sworn I would learn to love her forever.
Not long after, the front door became noisy because there was someone who knocked on it many times.Kat Anta immediately walked towards the front door.I followed from behind.
The woman almost sobbed, even after she glanced at me.
"Mas, Reza .." The look on his face was full of sadness.
Do they know each other personally? Does this woman need the help of Anta? that sounds not too bad, considering that brother Anta is an apparatus whose job is to help and protect the community.
"Just tell me everything in front of me. Don't suddenly disappear." her eyes sparkled while trying to hold back a sob. "Since when have you been in a relationship with another girl? is it true that I heard this when you were married? Did I do anything wrong to you, Mom? any girl wouldn't want to be treated like this, but you're the only person I trust to put my heart on. I always thought you were the ideal partner.but why betray me to this extent?"
Sister Anta was silent for a while, then replied with a masygul expression; "Don't expect much from me, I'm just a normal human.sorry, maybe we haven't betrothed Isma."
Kak Anta's surprising answer made this girl unconsciously sobbing more and more while wiping the rub of her eye fertilizers that continue to stem the small clear circle. "If what Mas Reza means is true, please meet your brother and mother at home, just like when Mas met to convince them first about our relationship."
"I see, I'll come home from work and apologize to your parents" replied Anta while opening the way as the woman unceremoniously approached.
she grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Her beautiful twinkle eyes with pliable eyelashes looked at me full of novelty complete with the hustle and bustle of the prey she experienced. "I don't know, I'm mad at you for being present in the middle of our relationship, but, I'm not a bad woman, I'm just asking you to take care of Mas Reza. he and I have been close from childhood and had a serious relationship for five years, we grew up together and I have always accompanied him in both difficult and happy times, maybe Mas Reza and I haven't got a match, because you're the woman he chose."
Close since childhood, and have been in a relationship for five years actually can not be said to be a short bond. moreover, all the events and life journey of Kak Anta almost women is a witness of his life. it is not imagined as to what love is growing and spreading in their hearts, but, either Kak Anta or this woman, they were able to restrict themselves from doing as I did with Petra. Even now, they have been able to suppress the feelings, the feelings of disappointment, anger, sadness that raged, the storm asked to be let out. each has a great spirit to fight reality.
Apparently all this time, Kak Anta has been in a relationship with women, and was forced to run aground because Kak Anta chose to marry me, a dirty girl who has no future. who does not have any relationship with him, just know new. let alone want to talk about love?
Sister Anta, what kind of man? the cold dew that settles on the leaves in the morning, she is also a self-harming Shellfish to produce pearls, happiness and purity.