I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 08 - Evil Mouths

The next morning, Sister Anta had just pulled her car out of the garage and went to work. I immediately went to the kitchen to clean up, but I was surprised not to be upset when I found a glass of milk pregnant women already on the table.

Until now, and after yesterday's incident, sister Anta who made it again for me? it feels like he has not changed, brother Anta still cares even though his attitude is cold and stiff.

I picked up the milk and grinned, "Son, we're lucky to know Papa Anta, huh?"

I was just thinking about cleaning up the house, but it seems like cooking to eat together is also good. But cook what?

I really have a dilemma.not knowing what kind of food to taste Kak Anta, but what makes me more confused is my cooking ability which is below average standards. I opened the recipe books in the cupboard under the cook. books that I smeared.

Ah, if love can be understood theoretically like the writings in this cookbook, I can simply solve this problem by practicing what is written and studied. but love in relationships is much more complicated than that; every beat and symptom, every will and consequence, is always unexpected.

Because I was sure of the cuisine I chose, I immediately prepared to go to the vegetable stall near the house. I had confused the places in Kak Anta's home environment. until finally I arrived at a place in the crowd of mothers.I arrived at the vegetable shop I was looking for.

I was silent for a long time when I saw the many rows of vegetables of various types and shapes, I became nervous and again confused, I felt confused, thinking again how heavy guessing what cuisine will fit on the tongue Kak Anta and can be easily cooked.so heavy, so heavy, so I had to share my life with the vegetables that lined up in front of me.

"Pick me!" Potato snaps.

"Look, you start thinking about his taste!" Sweet yam ejek.

From the furthest box, tomatoes tease me with their cute and spoiled behavior, "Which is simple, if it is made with love, he will love it. ah!"

"Don't overdo it," prohibit red chili, "Take something that tastes like, let him be happy."

"Oh, my lord, you're too pathetic. In fact any food would taste good if you're good at cooking....!" said the crazy eggplant that was naughty and began to rot.

While the white cabbage vegetable advises, "Keep thinking mistress, until you are wise, remember back the food you have chosen.If you have tried your husband must be flattered, do not make a burden on your life."

Why do I share my thoughts with vegetables?

Why am I going crazy like this?

Why did the confusion return suddenly?

"New people, huh?"

A middle-aged woman patted me on the shoulder, grateful that I was because she finally regained my consciousness that had been sucked by this bunch of noisy vegetables.

"Huh? sorry, ma'am." I said with a stiff smile.

"Oh just moved? same family?"

"Mommy, mom."

The old woman started laughing. "No way" he said, as if what I said sounded ridiculous. "So young is this the time of marriage? what age? is it no longer school?"

The mother's smile slowly disappeared. "So not kidding?" pekik. "Whose husband?"

"Anta Reza."

The mother had been very friendly, and what had I said that she immediately frowned and silenced me? before she could ask, the mother was still busy thinking, as if there were many questions weighing on her mind after I said Kak Anta's name.

"Sir Anta Policeman huh?" the mother looked at me surprised.

I nodded, as he sighed and said; "Don't the Police Officer already have a fiancee? Isma, that's the school in Abroad. smart son is beautiful again.they are very close from small even, just meet it naturally. it fits perfectly, very well, she said, we who just look anxious want to see them get married quickly. Didn't think the year is not further, lucky you can get Mr. Anta. good people, but it is a bit quiet."

I fell silent, the opinion of the mother who reprimanded me, I think it is acceptable. Although if later it turns out that Kak Anta still can not forget the love of Mbak Isma, I have to step down from my role as his wife, true to people's opinions, they are indeed suitable, especially because they are both educated and respected people, different from me.

"Eh, sorry-sorry. don't get me wrong. I'm just a bit surprised.it's called a mate, not to be expected. who has been in contact for years can run aground. and those who just know can get married immediately. hopefully lasting yes, beautiful loh you. are still young but smart to serve the husband. early in the morning buy vegetables to cook."

I smiled, by the time he finished his last speech this morning, he was so excited to go back to picking vegetables.

But, what surprised me more was when the woman who had been our talk, Ms. Isma came to bring her shopping basket here. I did not stop looking at her, I didn't expect after last night's incident, Ms. Isma could immediately go out of the house and meet people.

"Isma... Have you returned from abroad? go home on holiday or have you graduated?" sahut one of the mothers who was at the end when Mbak Isma arrived at the stall.

"Have passed, ma'am." replied Ma'am Isma smiling in a very soft voice.

"Wah... great loh Isma, graduates abroad. have been beautiful, smart again. hopefully later my son can be like Mbak Isma." replied another mother, while clutching the shoulder of Mbak Isma, who was still there, proud.

Then what about me, if Kak Anta's ex-lover himself is this great? it is natural that Kak Anta is difficult to forget, even the neighbors are proud and support their relationship. Ah, poor is true I married a man who everything is more than me. All this time I was too late struggling with a world that was too bold and abstract, so forget the simple daily life, so, natural and constantly evolving.

"Eh, Isma already knows this... Mr Police's wife?"

"Sorry, I have to go home immediately. want to turn off the stove.The water I cooked must have been boiling.excuse me!" I dodged, and immediately went home leaving people full of noise.

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