I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 60 - From Heart to Heart

"Sister?" I said.

"What, honey?"

"Why leave Rambo alone?! I have not said a good greeting to Marwah either. He was my best friend Kak from small, our house is close together in the village. I'm a little surprised to hear this, so honestly I'd love to be able to help Marwah."

But Sister Anta doesn't care what I say, she's just a faint smile, as if she's keeping something and I don't have a right to know right now. He just kept walking while pushing my wheelchair and then helping me get in the car.

"We'll bring our own car here, baby. If we go with Rambo, what's the fate of our car?" Said Sister Anta. "At any rate, let Rambo do his job more precisely, so he didn't go to waste here."

"Sister-" I confirmed the sitting position, to slightly face Sister Anta. "But it's outrageous, it means we're selfish. Rambo's here with good intentions to help us, he wants to see Rania. He got permission for a little while, brother, just to come here."

Sister Anta smiled again, "We are not selfish, but we are helping them both at once indirectly. So, don't think about it. I can feel something."

"Sister mean?"

"We'll wait for you later."

After talking to the puzzle, Kak Anta is ready to install a challenge to drive. I still look at him with all my prejudices.

The car continued to go, down the road slowly, considering we were carrying another human here. The man who just came a few days ago to this world, of course we do not want him to be shaken when down the road.

"Do you know?!" I talk, break the silence between us. This meeting with my little friend, made my heart a little touched until I remembered and wanted to reminisce about old events.

"What?"

"I am a person who is not good at getting along, but I really want to have friends, especially when Marwah moves house. I really don't have any friends, brother. For three years I lived alone, no one wanted to rebuke me, so when I started High School I ventured to be open and more flexible. But baby, I don't seem so lucky to filter myself."

Sister Anta lowered her left hand from the steering wheel, then rubbed my right upper arm.

"At your age, you're still looking for yourself. I don't know what's right or wrong. And now, you have matured, spiritually, emotionally and thoughtfully. I knew about it, no doubt." Said Sister Anta.

"I am very grateful, Brother, it seems that at this time I began picking the fruits of life's struggle all along. I was betrayed by love, and now happy with the man who gave me confidence again and great love. I lost my best friend and fell, now I'm given the chance to meet my best little friend again." I said, "Sister, honestly I was very sad to see the condition of Marwah. I'd really like to help her. What do you think of Anta?"

I nodded to answer him, Brother Anta is getting me confused, but let me understand. Ah, I should have asked the full question about Marwah, like her clear residence, or maybe a mobile number.

After that long talk, we arrived at the front of the house. Kak Anta got off opening the gate, then re-entered the car to park in the side trunk.

"How's the wheelchair?" ask her.

"So soon, I'm taking it out."

The bright light in broad daylight, made a blistering entrance burn my skin fiercely. Immediately I covered Rania's face with a sling. And Anta quickly pushed us into the house.

What surprised me was, the condition of the room that has been decorated in such a way. Very funny and cute. On the top wall read: Welcome to our dear Son; Rania.

"Sister made all this?"

"Who else is it?" replied Anta proudly.

"When made?" I said.

"Yesterday, when you go home for a minute, grab your clothes and Rania. I was thinking of making a little surprise."

And, when I enjoyed this surprise gift from Sister Anta. He suddenly crouched down in front of me, then he turned around to pick up something behind his sweater. A beautiful jewel ring, very beautiful glittering.

"It's also a small gift from me to a mother whose struggle is very big for a child" she said, then put the ring on my finger.

"I love you so much, My wife; the Gift of Avisha."

Right in front of me now, his sturdy Jacoon was set against a brownish masculine neck shaft. It was beautiful and comfortable as she softly kissed my forehead.

So did I, my husband. I said in my heart.