I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 55 - TIIDDDAAAAKKKK

"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."

After whispering that, Petra started blurring. His figure disappeared. And I blackened with the madness he left behind.

"DDAAAAKKKKKK!!!"

I immediately shouted, and along with my shout it. A wet hoarse voice began to greet me, and I could feel a warm touch coming on my shoulders gently. As if it was giving me peace.

"Darling?! Kana!!"

"Hey, relax! what's up?"

Then I opened my eyes slowly, I looked around the bright, familiar surroundings, the long glass windows complete with old wooden covers, white ceilings and old wooden cabinets. As soon as I caught all the shadows in my eyes, I realized I was in the room, and all the Petra shadows were just crazy dreams that made me reminisce.

"What's Kania?" Once again the word was spoken from the mouth of Sister Anta who was sitting beside me. He woke up because I was delirious.

I hugged him with tears. "Sister-"

"You're having nightmares again?" He said while gently stroking the back of my head.

Any more? yeah, I don't think I'm dreaming this is the first time. I realized since my pregnancy is getting older, precisely around the age of 8 until now at the age of 9 months. I always imagined the fear that Petra would come and try to snatch my son from my arms and Sister Anta.

"Sister Anta, we're moving house, sister?!" I looked up at her face from under her chin with a firm jaw. "I beg you, brother, we must move to a place far from the Petra Range!"

"Calm down baby" she said, holding my shoulder. "It was all just a dream! after all Petra will not dare to take this child, there is still me who is your fortress. I will definitely protect you."

"No, sis. I don't know Petra! he's venomous, he's got a thousand wits and a thousand ways to snatch this kid from us." I paused for a moment to catch my breath, "In my dream just now, Petra came when there was no sister Anta at home. He was there when my brother was away at work."

I explained with ungodly emotion, my soul drifted like it was suffering from an unbearable grievous fear. The delusion buried me in a dark fear like madness. And in this kind of atmosphere, where I was drifting in anxiety and anxiety. Sister Anta is always present and trying to keep calm, while I do not feel that way.

"My dear world, calm down for a moment. Listen to me talk" said sister Anta again. "This is all just a dream, innate you who are pregnant. Trust me, Alfatra will never come here to take Rania away from us!"

The night suddenly felt silent, and only the lizard on the wall accompanied, giving a bustling image in the middle of the night, in the middle of our empty room.

"Rania?" ask her.

"The cloud of our names; Reza and Kania" he replied with a smile. "From the results of the USG test four months ago, Ms. Rani said that our baby is a girl. Ever since that result came out I've been thinking of a suitable name. What if her name is, Rania? you agree not?"

Then he came up and hugged me again.

"Oh, it's okay. It's all just a dream, and it's just a sleeping flower. It's not the truth, so don't be afraid. There I am, "he said in a whisper.

"Yes, sis... "

I hope all this is just a sleeping flower and just a delusion that scares me. As Kak Anta said just now ....

The next morning, at about six in less than ten minutes, I woke up while enduring the sleepiness. In my head there was a tiny planet that weighed the same as Earth. All of my energy was absorbed by his powerful gravitational force.

Even this morning, when I reached the kitchen, Sister Anta greeted me with a special while carrying a basket of clothes that were ready to be dried. "Good morning baby, nice day. Hope it's a good start for all of us."

"Sister, change it up! let me just dry it out." I said,

Then he screeched from the clothesline; "Let's wait at the table, baby, I made breakfast. All the housework was done as usual. Don't worry, I don't want you getting into trouble."

At this time, when I was sitting on the dining chair while facing the outer courtyard where Kak Anta was drying clothes, I was daydreaming; how lucky I am to have a man like him and be loved with all my heart by him.

Behind his cold carrier, Sister Anta has a very caring soul. This is the form of his gentle love, although honestly I always filled every time I saw brother Anta who always woke up early even after he came home the night after the patrol. Just to clean the house and make breakfast, sometimes he works in the kitchen in his police uniform with an apron as the front cover. I know very well he lost a lot of time off, but he never gave me a gap to work again that heavy-weight.

"Loh, haven't eaten yet?" he said he suddenly woke me up from the daydream.

"I'm waiting for my brother" I replied slowly.

Then he turned around and took a sitting position in front of me.

"Yes, let's eat. I've also served pregnant mother's milk, for you. Will you drink it?!"

"Thank you, Sister Anta." I smiled as I prepared the food on his plate.

Then after that Sister Anta took the part that I had prepared, and enjoyed it with great pleasure.

"Sister-" I said break up the chatter.

He paused for a moment from his activities. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Thank you for accompanying me here, Thank you for accepting me and loving me for what I am with all my shortcomings and advantages. Thank you, for doing this all for me----" I said beginning to glaze over and sob.

But another reaction I got from Sister Anta, she seemed to put on a lazy face that sucks.

"Kania, you always say this every morning. Almost at the same hour, the same intonation and expression. I've got to memorize what you want to say, baby!" he said while patting the jidat.

Always saying this every morning? Apparently, this has also become a habit of mine in the last few months. But I don't care, I'm so moved.

After everything was done, Sister Anta prepared to leave for the office and I drove her to the front door.

As soon as he finished putting on his socks he approached. He put his palm on my stomach.

"Son, Papa goes to work first. You take care of Mama, don't be naughty inside."

And I was again filled with the gentle demeanor of Anta's sister, until as she approached to kiss my forehead I cried, "Thank you, sister. You be careful on the street--"

"You cry again, every time I want to pay for work." He said a little laugh. "I'm leaving first yeah, call me right away if there's a problem." He said after that.

And again, it seems that this is not the first time.