I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 48 - RECOVERING

I left the chair and rushed out looking for a doctor to check on Sister Anta. As soon as the doctor came in through the door, I immediately went back to the end of the bed, but suddenly I heard a soft voice from Sister Anta saying, "Kania, where!"

The doctor immediately examined Kak Anta's chest using a stethoscope. Then throw a smile at me.

"He's gone through a coma, I'll come back later to check on him."

I nodded in tears, "Thank you, doctor."

My gaze met with Kak Anta's eyes implying the same stillness and restrained longing when imagining the possibility that would happen if we no longer got this moment. Then I leaned close to his face and I hugged him tightly. "I love you, Brother Anta. I'm so grateful you're gonna be okay."

"me too. I would be scared to death if I had to face God first before apologizing to you."

I started to hanker, "Did you feel any pain?" I said so take off his embrace. "I can call the doctor again if you feel sick or uncomfortable."

"No." Answer smiled. His gaze deep down the glare of my moved eyes. Then with great difficulty he tried to raise his hand to touch my face. "I'm sorry, again make you wait alone in the dining----room"

"No, don't think about that anymore. We can have dinner together. If you get well and get home from here, we can both eat at home."

"Don't cry,"

"No, I'm not crying. just moved and very grateful." My answer.

From beyond the night wind kept on rushing in. I tightened Anta's blanket to avoid the agonizing cold. The wall clock shows the night is late. From the window glass, the sky looks bright with dark blue. There were several stars there, with a faint light greeting from a height, as if to accompany me, accompanying him, who was now conscious from a coma, with an elusive feeling.

I still can't believe I can finally talk and see her brown eyes again. This is an opportunity from God for me to return to her service as a wife.

I corrected the sitting position by placing one arm on the mattress Kak Anta. I looked at him, fixed every stroke on his face now I can see the details more closely. However, that pleasure and gratitude immediately reverberated once I noticed her fine nose carving above the perfect lip line. on the top of the chin that is grateful so that it forms a balanced equivalent to the background of a jakun that stands out especially when he drinks.

"I can't sleep!" He suddenly opened his eyes, making me flinch and immediately raised both of my hands.

"If you look at me like that, I can't sleep."

I felt clumsy, yet I could only sit quietly before him while waiting for what he would say next. He took a slow breath, smiled and closed his eyes, then looked at me intently.

He was silent for a moment looking far out the window.

"When can I go home?"

I stared straight at Sister Anta before turning my eyes to look out the window. "Once the doctor lets you go home, we'll go home again."

The night sky felt so shady with the shining stars hanging. As the moon began to shine, it appeared high on the summit of the night. Out there, near the well-worn tower, my eyes catch one or two shooting stars, their tails so beautifully accompanying their journey to earth.

Then we looked at each other and blushed. I got out of my seat and approached the sink in the bathroom. Not far from the laundry soap there are white roses in a vase next to the mirror. I took a stalk of the flower and I took it out along with the basin and washcloth, and I handed it to her. He returned my gift with a sweet smile, as sweet as raisin bread and as beautiful as the flower plants he planted at home. Then, we hugged each other, tightly and warmly, as if a magnet was holding us together.

"Silver sweats, so let me help you wipe first." I said while blushing the washcloth to wipe the face of Sister Anta.

She nodded, I understood how much she felt uncomfortable with the environment especially her body that was easily sweaty when the air was cold.

"So a grandfather and his grandson came here to look at you all."

"Oh yeah? who?" he said while frowning.

"A girl you almost hit and you saved on the street that night."

Sister Anta was silent for a while, until she remembered the incident. After she found that memory, a message came in from my phone.

Kania, I'm going home! I'm glad to see Anta Reza is sober. Tomorrow I look again, with Rambo. He must be happy because his best friend has come to his senses.

I completely forgot about Doctor Rani who accompanied me all day waiting for Kak Anta. Apparently he had realized about the development of Kak Anta this.

Thank you doctor. Sorry I didn't drive you forward. Brother Anta suddenly realized. So happy.

"No idea! there are so many stories that I want to tell when my sister has been asleep for the past few days. First, I and Ms. Isma have made peace!" my spoken.

"Are you guys hostile?"

"of course! I feel like we were tense because of what happened yesterday. Even on the first day of the accident, we had a storm again. I even slapped him!"

I saw Brother Anta start to laugh a little while holding back the pain, "What else did Isma do?" said.

"Relse ... " I said slowly, "According to big brother, am I and my son the unlucky bearers for you?"

There was no answer, but Sister Anta just raised her hand towards me. She smiled and I caught her heart's cue to get closer. I leaned in, and in an instant I found myself in Sister Anta's arms. "Nothing, you fucking bearer. Everyone who is born is always blessed with natural tendencies from their parents. I'm doing this because instinct has nothing to do with you and our son. You are God's gift to me, and I must take care of you." He whispered in the door.

Brother Anta cupped the back of my head while caressing it for a long time. "Don't listen anymore."

Every time I hear Sister Anta's whisper, I always remember her characteristics in fostering me to wade through life; that behind the tranquility of life lies a quiet and gentle spiritual side, where sometimes we must be able to care for the words of others so that we get a sense of calm and tranquility, and in speech and attitude we must be able to be gentle, gentle, where others will receive it with the airy chest and forged on our subtlety when speaking. If everything is good then what we get is also good ...

Brother Anta hugged me tighter. "You have suffered a lot."

I agree, but you, Brother Anta. It has pulled me out of those deadly shackles, from past wounds and from the way I have survived. And since you, to this day I have been a different woman.

But I want this moment to last forever. I was worried that this situation would interfere with Kak Anta's healing process, as the infusion needle moved to and fro following her hand. I slowly broke away from Sister Anta's embrace. "I'll bury it all. I'm just grateful that brother is now conscious."

The gloom spoils the handsome face of Kak Anta. Behind her tanned neck, she still looked pale. "If until someone's words are true, I don't know if I still have the face to live with you if I feel that way."

I'm shaking. "Stop talking like that! I believe in all of my life choices. Rest again good, before Sister Anta fainted, put again brother's hand here, don't move much." I ordered in a slow tone.

I was amazed when Brother Anta really obeyed my orders. I observed Brother Anta frowning while forcefully shutting his eyes. "I could never count on protecting my wife and children" he murmured.

Those words sounded as if they were completely out of her heart, but I could not believe in the slightest that Sister Anta was serious about her words. Sister Anta was still shaken and was simply reacting to the event that hurt my feelings, while she was not there, still unconscious.

"Don't do that, I and Ms. Isma have made up. He has even been honest about the events before the rampage at home because brother blocked his cell phone number. If it's unreliable, it's impossible for you to say goodbye to him." I said.

"I'll get you some water for brother. Wait a minute, I'll be back." When I came back with a glass, apparently Sister Anta was asleep. He needs more rest than anything else.

I put the glass on the nightstand. And I looked at Kak Anta deeply. After observing every stroke and corner of his hard face for a few minutes, I went to the sofa for dinner.

Fortunately I brought provisions from home, tomorrow it seems I will not go home, still want to accompany Kak Anta because now he has realized. I enjoy feed after feed with Kak Anta's favorite vegetables. Although all that is left is fried chicken only, because the clear spinach has gone stale.

After dinner, I went to the bathroom again. Looking at my dull face in the front mirror of the sink. I knew that my mind would not rest. Too much has happened in my household and Sister Anta. From the third person coming from his past, then the reason for our marriage that he kept secret, then now there's a very terrible accident happening to him.

No matter how much I don't like this, I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before I talk about Petra in the picture. I must ask, carefully because I also need an explanation from him.

It was just one of the many thoughts that bothered me before finally returning to the sofa for a break. The words of Sister Anta when she hugged me, about her who claimed she still could not forget the past still ring in my mind. Of course Kak Anta is serious about it, Even so I always feel confused because when looking at the way he looks at me, the way he talks, the way he acts, I dare to swear that Kak Anta has a taste. But I don't know what's keeping him from hiding ....

I don't know, mamang she always has an attraction that makes me want to continue to dig knowledge about her, she was always able to bewitch me with all her magical power flaming.

At eight or less five minutes the next morning, when I had finished bathing and now was wiping the body of Sister Anta. Someone came but just knocked on the door, not straight in.

Me and Sister Anta looked at each other, guessing each other.

"Who?" I said as I walked outside,

A bright morning. I was surprised to see him standing at the door, wearing a scarf and a yoke jacket with blue jeans. As if going far away, he held a gift basket filled with fruits.

"Sir Isma?"

He smiled, "I'm sorry, I came again. Can we talk in the park for a second?"