I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 71 - Go Past

"I just want to see my son!"

"I told you, only my son and Kania are here!"

The commotion still continued, fortunately the residents were quiet, even though the voices of Petra and Kak Anta were shrill. Petra, as I know it, did this out of envy with our lives, when she said it just now implicitly.

While I was still on the porch, listening.

"Look, if you're blocking me like this, Mom. I intend to take the boy away from you. Though I came all right to take responsibility with my own son, but you guys are weird." Petra said, as her eyes occasionally panned, glancing at me. "Just be, Kania. You're busy looking for me here and there for accountability, and now when I come to fulfill your wishes, even the most obscure, acting as if I'm the most wrong and the most evil."

"You're missing Petra! who were you talking about just now is more precise to whom?!" I said with a slightly elevated tone, maybe because I was satisfied to hold back feelings.

"Yes, it's true for you! why is it now grumpy to forbid me to meet my own son? Oh, one more. I told you that Mas Reza, your husband is my cousin!"

"Are you crazy?! Stale one! Me and Sister Anta already know each other, there is nothing hidden between us anymore. Whether I or Sister Anta, we will continue to live together and be happy." My answer.

Petra fell silent after glaring at me. He tasted, rubbing his face rough.

"So you know?" Petra snorted with a small laugh that we could hear, "Hmph-Haha, already know but still want to live together? shameless huh?! You are cheap Kania!"

I tried to be calm and quiet, while continuing to listen to his words that began to deviate a little. I looked at him sharply because I felt a little depressed, my breath could be said to be unfazed now.

"Oh, okay I get it now. You refused me here, raggedly evict, for fear that your household is in disarray? you are afraid of being left behind by Mas Reza and living a long life, living poor in the village with your father who is a coffee sachet maker, right?" Further.

"Never speak or belittle my father!" I interrupted while pointing my index finger at him.

"Hmph! haha already knows who your real husband is, but still want to live together, why? because Mas Reza is already established? The cops? Worth it, dumping me, when my intentions are good." Said again.

"If you see this I am not surprised anyway, you are so, will do anything as long as you can ride a good life with others. Exactly when dating me first, willing to give his own body so that he can continue with me! The hope is that I can marry you so that you can live a good life, enjoy property, live in a big house and live in the city, have a college----" husband"

Simultaneously, even before Petra could finish her insults, a raw blow landed on her smooth cheek. The deadly bogem from Kak Anta's strong fist made Petra fall down and groan in pain.

"Oh, Mom!!!!"

"Dear your mouth! don't ever say anything about my wife."

"Am I right?!"

"They!" My solute.

"You're crazy! how can there be a human like you in this world?! what did I have wrong with you? If you want revenge and anger, it should be me who says so with you, not the other way around. For God's sake I don't think with everything you have in mind." My speech.

Just, even though I said while glazed. Petra still seems to want to continue his words that are painful and too mortal if in logic it will happen in the real world, while I'm here still trying hard to erect and hold the clear that accumulates in the lower eyelids.

"Go from here! Alphatra. You are a troublemaker." Said Sister Anta while pulling Petra's collar and raising her from her seat. "Oh or so, let me tell you too, never equate Kania with yourself. Kania chose me because I am so much better than you, I am able to love him more sincerely, I can accept and support him, not like you, still college right?"

I see that, deep in it the look in Kak Anta's eyes to Petra, set on his firm expression and the scratches of his flat lips, presumably Kak Anta will reply;

"You're right, you're not ready to be a father and a husband. Talk here and there, vilify my wife just to cover up your confidence, are you afraid to compete? you feel low when you're with me."

Then after that, Sister Anta again threw Petra's body forward, towards the gate. "Go home! I told you not to be afraid of you anymore."

"Bad!!" petra replied, "Don't be arrogant! You see, you heard Kania too! I will keep this incident in mind. You just wait for me to come again, I upload you Mas and when I succeed I will take my son from you! I'll make sure of that!"

Thus after she said that, Petra picked up her bag which started to splatter under and went out of the fence. His passing always left a mark on my heart, so imprinted that I could finally breathe and no longer have to bother with crying.

Sister Anta locked the fence tightly and then turned around, running towards me.

"Kania, I'm here."

And now, he hugged me again. Drowns me in the warm, soothing clutches of her chest. The fragrance of his body re-smelled in my nose, the strong smell of masculine alcohol, intoxicating me in imagination and complete sadness.

I started whimpering, "Sister---"

"Oh, it's okay. Don't listen to him, will you?!"

And she raised her hand to my back head, rubbing it gently full of warmth and affection.

"I do know what Petra is, but somehow---" I said quietly and stammered with sobbing. "It still hurts a lot, sister."

I don't know...

How many tears have flowed from my eyes just because of all the trials of life that are alternating.

But what I do know...

I will still be fine, as long as Brother Anta is still by my side, as long as his body continues to hold me...