I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 65 - The Second Time

Once, while we were sitting together on the porch beside the house, chatting and enjoying cakes and cakes, he, the handsome and kind-hearted Sister Anta, was, quoting a sentence that made me understand more and more how our love would be complete, and inevitable, which should be glorified, cared for and maintained; though it used to make me grievous, restless, and restless, and feel unequal pain.

"You certainly know who Rania's real father is," Anta opened a conversation that made me a little sensitive and quite heart-breaking.

"Why ask about that? do you want to talk about the past again?" My solute.

"Many people don't know that marriage and dating are very different, the relationship in marriage is much more sacred. So sacred that every detail to unite two people in that bond is arranged so systematically and in detail."

"You can hate Alfatra. But, we both can't get rid of his nature as Rania's biological father. And because of that status, our marriage can't be said to be complete. For I am not the man who impregnates you, though I marry you." He took a sip of his coffee, "You know why I said that?"

"About our marriage that you think is incomplete? I don't know." I replied.

"Actually, marriage rules do not allow a man to touch a woman who is impregnated by someone else, even though he has already married the woman. Except, the one who married the woman was the one who had already impregnated her himself. There's no need for a repeat of the marriage for them, but it's different for both of us. At that time, I did not really understand about marriage like this, so I tried to convince myself by asking people who are more skilled, so that we do not take the wrong step."

I sat down, listening to his words, enjoying his clarification that shook my heart. The afternoon wind blew, sending a cool air. His eyes glared far away, with a solemn look, as if he was an old thinking man. He sipped coffee, still in his typical way.

"Because of that rule, I haven't been able to legally touch you. In short, the expert in my place asked us about our relationship, answering; if the person who married is the one who impregnated you, your marriage does not need to be reworked and he legitimately touches you. Well, the position now you are married to by another man, which is me. So to get to the bottom of the rules of that--" marriage"

"We have to remarry" I said.

"Frightly so."

"From a long time ago I hesitated to touch you, even sleeping next to you I was very hesitant. It's not because I didn't love you at the time. But, because I doubt the validity of our marriage. And now, I've convinced."

The afternoon sky felt so shady with white clouds hanging down. While the sun began to slip westward, towards its resting place. Near the verandah, on a lush catapult tree, my eyes catch a leaf or two that ages by season and weather, surrounded by a leafy, fully green leafy grove. Among all that is in the brain of Kak Anta, I really never was able to guess what was in his mind. And all this time I was just prejudiced by what he showed me. I didn't know that in his silence, in his actions, he had a hypothesis. He was a very realistic and complex thinker.

"To perfect our love, should we repeat marriage? When's? it looks like it's going to be very complicated. A one-time wedding, a fuss over here and there. Not imagined if repeated again. But, I will enjoy it while it is with Sister Anta. After all the goal is noble, in order to legitimize love in our relationship." I said, imagining the realization of Kak Anta's words.

"It's not complicated, we remarried enough in front of your father and two witnesses. And hmm this is so, baby. Love is a mature feeling, and not raw. In love, the s3-sexual drive is a core force so powerful that perhaps everything sexual is not necessarily based on love---"

"Like Petra did to me" I chimped in.

"The person's thoughts are unpredictable, therefore we must be able to fortify ourselves, even though we love someone so deeply. Therefore, as I said mature love is able to divert s3ksual impulses from physical gratification to contentment and rationality, so that one's feelings become strong." Sister Anta was silent for a moment then turned her gaze to look at the sky.

"If you are immersed in raw love, like the love that is generally felt by teenage children like you used to be. That love will only make us die, broken and destroyed ... "

Then the atmosphere became quiet, after sister Anta was silent again for a while to enjoy the cake until almost impressed greedy. While I looked at him intently, like an admirer.

"Cania--"

"Yes, Brother?"

"Since Rania has been born, let's get married again! validate our love and complete this relationship well,"

"When?" my many.

"Tomorrow we go to the village, meet your father and take Rania with us. I talked about this earlier on the phone with my father, not forgetting I also contacted Rambo to be a witness. So we can go there tomorrow."

That's how Kak Anta explains the world in her deep and mature self.

In the morning we left immediately after being picked up by Rambo, and this time he came alone without the company of Marwah. It seems we will not involve Marwah in the plan to go to the village. Along the way I thought, this is the moment where Kak Anta and I will sacredize our relationship. Repeating a marriage in a very different state, where we have had love and love.

Arriving at home, apparently the father had been waiting in front of the terrace, with the help of Arya, a homeless child who worked as an employee at the father's coffee shop, he welcomed us in a crowded street, looks like his gout is coming back again.

"My daughter-in-law and granddaughter are here!"

"Dad--"

I immediately hugged her, and dad kissed me in a row. I know how much savings have missed between us all this time.

"Where's dad's grandson?"

"It... " Say Sister Anta. Then give Rania into the paternity team.

"Sania... "

"Rania, dad." Sela.

"Who? Vania?"

"Rania, Dad. Rania Ananta flowers." I said again.

Dad looked at me with narrowed eyes, I realized very well the ability to hear dad had indeed reduced. Honestly, I also think about the condition of my father who has lived alone since I got married. But, every time I asked to live together in the city, my father always refused. The reason is because I do not want to leave my mother alone in the village. Dad never stayed to visit mom's grave every afternoon after the coffee shop closed. Their love is too big even after death separates, maybe this is a picture of mature love as Kak Anta said.

Then in the afternoon, we were ready, where Sister Anta and father had shaken hands. And we were surrounded by those closest to us who were ready to be witnesses. Inwardly, this was as thrilling as the first one was even more touching.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Avisha bint Raisman Hartono's Gift with the Dowry. Cash!"

"How's witness? legitimate?"

"Sahhhh... "

At last......

Our love is complete, and the rules of our bond are complete.