I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 68 - Forgive Me

This morning, the beginning of a long Sunday. I went back to my room after making Kak Anta black coffee. However, it surprised me a bit because he had prepared with his nice leather jacket. Relax, but stay cool. This is indeed his mainstay if you want to get out of the house.

"Where are you going, brother?"

"Rambo's company is looking for shipping."

"Forcibly?" My chimpanzees while frowning.

"Yes" he answered. "The mother told him to buy and prepare from now on. At first he wanted to go with his mother to know what was needed, but maybe Rambo was lazy so just ask me to accompany him."

"Indeed, the candidate has returned from abroad, brother?"

"Not yet, but the Rambo family wants to prepare from now on. Maybe first jewelry, this is the main one. After all their relationship has been going for a month, Rambo has also been in frequent communication with the girl."

Devastated I heard this news from Sister Anta, especially when I imagined about Marwah a month ago. Apparently, Brother Rambo had contacted his fiancee right after he fired Marwah, and Marwah disappeared from our days.

This kind of feeling arises probably because I already know what Marwah feels for Kak Rambo.

"Why put on such a sad face?"

"Marwah---" I said, "They are really out of touch, Brother?!"

"Here, I understand what you're thinking. At the beginning of meeting with Marwah I also hope the same, I feel they are both very suitable. But we can not force the feelings of others, if Rambo has decided to accept matchmaking and Marwah too. It's okay, if it's their way of happiness, we should be supportive. After all, our goal is to bring them closer to hope, so that they are happy."

But Marwah is not happy, I thought.

"I go first yeah, you're at home all right. Just rest with Rania in the room." Said Kak Anta.

"Be careful, brother."

Sister Anta then got into the car. His eyes turned outward, observing me and Rania who were standing in front of the terrace.

I stared at the car that was starting to blur in my view. Then looked up, looking at the clear sky bluish glare because the sun was already high. Blue filled the morning, the weather today seems to be very radiant with the increasingly piercing heat.

After that we went back to the house, unfortunately I could not cook immediately because Rania was still awake, so for a while I sat on the side porch where clothes were sunbathed while holding Rania, so for a while I sat down, count him out for sunbathing.

"Last time I visited Marwah, about two weeks ago. He was still busy taking care of his foster siblings on the streets. We also taught together for the children there. Nothing different was seen in the eyes of Marwah, she had become her former self. And I believe getting back to that early stage is not easy, it needs strong and strong self-confidence, and Marwah has shown that, he had indeed been convinced to stay away and forget about Brother Rambo."

I spoke to the sky myself, still inexhaustible with all this reality. Silence led me to the memory where I met Marwah back then, where we chatted in a theme of feeling, which was essentially as I remembered it, like this;

"Are you really sure of this decision? the decision to no longer have anything to do with Rambo?" I said at the time.

Then with his trademark smile Marwah replied; "I've believed that, I don't want to be lulled into a dream any further."

"But it's not too late for you to reveal your heart to her." I said again, but this time in a slightly up tone, so that Marwah would know that I meant it.

But Marwah just shook her head and smiled.

That's so....

Then I woke up from the daydream, as soon as I heard a knock on the front door. Sunday morning, a pleasant early morning on a holiday, there are usually no guests who want to come at this hour, today. Not someone else, and who else? Ay, Kak Anta's bottom there must be a thing left behind so come back again.

"What's up, brother? is anyone staying?" I said after opening the door.

However, as soon as I raised my eyes and opened my eyes, there was another surprise. What I met was not the figure of Kak Anta, the best and best husband, but;

"Petra?!-----"

He stood at the door carrying two large bags of souvenirs and baby supplies.

"I'm sorry," he said.