I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 67 - The End of Marwah's Love Story

"Welcome to repeat the birth date of Papa's child, it has been two months Rania accompanied Papa and Mama here."

"No feeling, yes Brother."

While fondling the beautiful Rania, Sister Anta smiled at me. It was not felt, for it was the second month of our daughter; the Flower of Rania Ananta, was born. He can even smile at people.

This morning, after celebrating the date of birth in the second month of Rania. Kak Anta went to work with Kak Rambo, as usual. And finally now Kak Rambo drove Marwah to our house again, after all the time since the news of Kak Rambo's matchmaking was heard.

"I'm so glad you're here again, accompany me and Rania again." I said, as soon as I hugged Marwah's arm in the kitchen.

"Hindu right?"

"Clearly! I miss you very much" I replied. "Since you've come here, I'll make you kanelbulles. I'm sure you'll love the delicious aroma of cinnamon."

"May, you can teach me how to cook some fancy food later."

Immediately I took the ingredients in the storage cabinet. It feels great today, not only because Rania is even two months old but now I finally miss Marwah I can escape, after almost three weeks without meeting.

I was a little disappointed when I found out that Rambo's sister was going to be betrothed. Because honestly I really hope that Marwah and Kak Rambo can be close, but it seems like it is just a wish and just a hope.

"Marvah?!"

Marwah immediately turned her gaze out there, looking at the bluish clear sky. "Yes, how?"

He smiled after looking at me again.

"Why are you quiet? What are you thinking?" Ask her.

He remained silent, only smiling knots.

"Say I want to learn to make this cinnamon cake. I'm even done pitting him!"

He patted her on the cheek and took water from the sink faucet to wash her face. Looking at her silent aura, there is as much as my empathy for her. Just like the cheerful Rambo Brother suddenly lost his spirit to color. I took her hand immediately, and then I looked at her deeply.

"What are you thinking?" My toot.

"think what? I just lack sleep, because last night I busied at a red light until it was a bit late. Already, let's cook again."

"Don't lie that way! I know you're thinking something-"

"Nothing." Sergeants.

But I didn't stop, even though he was scratching a smile in front of me, I was sure that he was thinking about something right now. I looked at him, with a sharp look to let him open up.

I paused for a moment to hear every word that might come out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry yes, maybe I haven't been able to see you again after this. Not out of reluctance, but I will try to set aside money for the cost of coming here. You know for yourself that one thousand two thousand is precious to us."

"I understand Marwah well, but please don't say this is the last one. I don't want to be separated from you anymore. Look yeah, even if you can't visit here, I'll visit you there." My firm.

And Marwah began to sob, she immediately hugged me full of haru, as if she was sharing her sorrow with me. "Thank you" he whispered in a super-slow tone to my ear.

Holding her shoulders, I said; "You don't cry, we can keep together, until our grandchildren are later when necessary."

"If until the posterity will wait for a long time for me. ha ha ha--" said Marwah in a mocking tone.

However, behind her blazing form and her loud laughter, exposed to a sorrowful expression, it felt like I was asking about their relationship, she said, the last thing I heard was that Rambo was going to fire Marwah for getting married. But, how?

"You're sad just because you can't see me regularly anymore, or because you can't see Rambo anymore?"

"What are you talking about? why should I be sad because I do not work or meet again with Om gondrong, instead I am happy to be separated from Om Om like him. Tengil, c4bul, gondrong, ugly, whatever else you want, so on.... Her body is big like a gorilla, a rambutan-like brewokan"

I hugged her again, even before Marwah finished her words. I don't know what, even though his mouth said so I knew and dared to swear that Marwah's heart said the opposite.

I looked at him, he started sobbing again, "You like it, Brother Rambo?"

"Where is possible!" He said while wiping away the tears in his beautiful eyes. "While I dare to put my heart to her, I am self-aware of Kania. He is an educated man, his job and career are nice and unpretentious he was born from a good and respectable family. While I have no parents, live in the streets, the dangling is unclear, education is fortunately finished high school."

Marwah was silent for a moment, hung her words for a hiccup, then continued. "With all that reality, let alone being loved back, I put my feelings on her that were inappropriate. I'm not worth it."

"Don't talk like that! you see me and Brother Anta, am I worth it?" I said firmly. "If you're in love with Brother Rambo, you should be able to fight for him!"

Marwah smiled while holding my hand. "I don't dare to go against Kania's destiny, I don't have the slightest reason to dare to love her. Let him be happy with the woman of choice, who is worthy of him, well educated, rich and modest."

"See me, listen to me." I said.

And when Marwah raised her face, when our eyes met. I held both sides of her cheeks as I elus-elus, wiping away her tears.

"If you are afraid of getting hurt, you will never be able to love others. If you could be honest, say your own feelings, whatever the outcome, it would definitely be a beautiful love... "

Thus today, it became a full-fledged meeting and relationship between my best friend and my husband's best friend who was on the verge of separation. Indeed, the heart can not be guessed, especially if caste becomes a benchmark to put taste. I understand very well what Marwah is feeling right now, about her unreachable love, and I wonder how the universe responds to the love of different castes?

Retreat slowly or even forward in the midst of inevitability and loss of confidence.

Later that night, Marwah returns home with Rambo, after Rambo and Kak Anta reach home. Not as crowded as usual, no more jokes and commotion, they become silent and far apart ...