I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 54 - The Father of the Bladder

In the cool afternoon, the wind blew my hair while sitting on the porch beside the house, cold and light. I took another knitting needle and a thick, red wool thread. Fresh watermelon is up to the bottom, watermelon that Kak Anta always bought as stock from 7 months ago.

Right, it doesn't feel like today is the 9th month I'm pregnant with my first child. Waiting a few days to give birth. I also have more difficulty standing and doing activities, because of that, Kak Anta always took the time to help me clean up the house. At the end of this twilight, while waiting for sister Anta to come home from work I chose to continue knitting scarves for Kak Anta and our future child later, I was excited again.

My eyes glared far, far away .. to the place where Brother Anta was. To a place where the three of us will gather together, and maybe there will also be a new member in our family. Surely the more solemn and complete, the brighter and more colorful. And the moment I imagined it all, someone came knocking on the front door. It must be Anta, I thought.

"Wait a minute" I said a bit. And walk slowly while supporting the waist, like an old grandmother who has difficulty walking.

"It's not usually home at this hour, brother---"

I was speechless hanging my words as soon as I opened the entrance, the figure of someone standing stiffly in casual clothes. Of course he's not Anta's brother.

"You---" I said,

"Good afternoon, my beloved Kania." Sweepings.

I moved away from the face of the door, and with a troubled look I said; "Why are you here? What's your goal?!"

"Slow down your voice, baby, your husband will hear. You must calm down, time welcomes me with a look of that face." He said, "You forgot?! Your husband is my cousin's brother, of course I can come here."

Quiet me, look at him. My breath blows fast with a heart tempo that is not careless. He smiled making me tremble and creep.

"What do you want here, Petra?! Go then! I have nothing to do with you anymore ... " I said in a slightly elevated tone, then I grabbed the doorknob and tried to close it tightly.

"Hey! oye! patiently dear," she blocked me by holding the door from the front.

While I can no longer survive, because my stomach has started to cramp. Petra with some of her strength managed to subvert my defenses easily, though,

"It seems that you are very happy, yes, living with my sister! though the last time it was not you who sought my existence, now I have stood before you dear, why welcome me like this? you still miss me, right? Here let me hug----"

Then Petra came closer, approaching me with her arms stretched out as if to drown me in her chest.

"Go Petra! what's your purpose here?! we've lived by our own choices, so please don't come back into my life!"

As soon as I said that, he stopped at the door, looking at me with a face up and down. It was as if I was wondering what changes were happening to me.

"Your relationship is big, baby" he said. "When do you want to give birth?"

"It's none of your business!" I replied with a slight upturn, "About when have you cared about this child?! you're just busy asking me to abort and go missing without thinking the slightest bit of responsibility."

"I wasn't ready at the time, but now things are different. I've truly established myself as a father and leader for our family." He leaned both ends of his lips, smiling knots. "Deliver Anta Reza! and come back to me, we shall be a whole family and a figure of perfection for the men of this age."

"Go, disgusting! I'm sick of all the lies that come out of your rotten mouth!" I said with a hot head. "Say, what do you really want?!"

"I want the boy" he said, glancing at my stomach. "After he's born, I'll take it. He will be assured if he lives with me his real father."

You crazy Petra! he's lost his mind. I don't know what happened to him, until his brain floated up. He who went away from me, left all the responsibility, all that he burdened on me alone, and now he asks it all back, where did he get that courage from? Saying all the lies and bullshit, but I won't care when he shows me how to hurt me.

"Have you lost your mind, Petra? where do you have that kind of confidence? guaranteed say? even you didn't show the slightest bit of responsibility for her when she was present in my womb!" I said glare.

"Not a bit! even a fingertip," I said as I flicked the tip of the index finger in front of his eyes. "From I was pregnant and I told you, you just asked me to abort her, remove her from your life and my life. You asked me to leave the house, and then you dumped me alone in a city of young pregnant people! Then tell me, where is the guaranteed life of my son in your hands?! Tell me, where is your right to take my son when he's born?!"

He was silent for a moment, a little I saw him swallow the salivary vigorously. "Oh, don't you ever forget Kania. I'm still the real father of our son, he's there because I'm in it too."

"My son, don't ever call him "our son" you have no interest whatsoever in him, after all my son already has another father, who is far more responsible and much more loving than you, rubbish!"

"Riza Anta?" he snorted, "What makes you so sure that Mas Anta is responsible and so sincerely loving our son, what can guarantee that? he's kind and looks responsible for loving you, his mother. Let me tell you! no stepparent loves a child more than the love and affection of a biological parent!"

I was silent, like a tree struck by lightning. Losing her tempo and words, while she came back closer, approaching me with complete confidence.

"Listen baby, I will always come back to you, I will definitely accompany you to give birth to our child later. But I'm sorry, I'll still take my custody as her father." He said, approaching my ears, then whispered; "So think well, my dear. If you don't want to part with our son. Split up with Mas Anta Reza, and we get married. We will live happily together in full; me, you and our son."