I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 09 - Former (&) Future

Immediately I got the impression that the neighbor was intending to embarrass me. Why? the mother spoke in a sweet and spoiled tone, as if she was joking, and the others began to chuckle, when in fact not the slightest hint of joking and I was uncomfortable.

My jaw tightened, while spreading my gaze around. I tried so hard to calm myself in the kitchen after coming home from the stall, the pangs and the words of the mothers sounded loudly in my ears, he said, his expression while praising the advantages of Mbak Isma as if insinuating me circling continues to sway my head.

Ma'am Isma, I muttered. Sister Anta, I murmured.What exactly happened to your relationship all this time? is there a problem until Anta chooses to break up? is it true that Kak Anta is not patient enough to wait for Mbak Isma who is still studying? but, wasn't it the last time I heard that Isma's mom graduated? or is it that Sister Anta is too good, so choose to marry a girl who moves too wild and uncontrollable like me? because, I think, Sister Anta is typical of quiet, rigid and humble people. Thus, she is not an easy person to turn to when she loves.and when she is in love, she is not, he will be faithful forever.

I sipped mineral water on the table, this time until the end because I had to immediately prepare everything to cook. I thought it was necessary to return to reality, not to keep thinking about the words of people until they continue to fall into the shadow of abstract fantasy, which makes me even worse in endless prejudices.

Just about to get up from the chair, someone knocked on the front door.I don't want to take a headache so go straight to the living room to open the door.

"I'm sorry, I came here all of a sudden. You were in such a hurry that you left the vegetable basket by yourself." Sister Isma spoke in a deep and authoritative tone.as if she did not hold a grudge for my presence.

He came with sparkling eyes and a timid face, carrying my vegetable basket left behind in the stall. he smiled, jeez. he looked at me in a half probing manner, perhaps so that I might catch the cue in his heart.The purest gesture of the entire expression of the human soul.

"Thank you Sister Isma, I forgot to cook water, I thought I would shop fast but, until there was confusion.sorry yes, so troublesome like this." I said while sharing a polite smile.

The answer caused a wave of laughter from Mbak Isma, "Busking first time does like to be confused, especially if you have seen vegetables that are lined up. So forget to buy what."

When Mbak Isma laughed, I realized that she was indeed that beautiful. her soft, delicate voice entered my ears.she, was indeed similar to Kak Anta, her voice was, the kindness of heart and the greatness of soul that they have are fused so harmoniously in each of them.

I feel happy because apparently Mbak Isma was so open to accepting me as a friend, but behind it all, jealous because I can not keep the sanctity of myself like Sister Isma, who makes her very unpretentious with her good character and awake.

"But great, you're young but good at cooking, huh?! not many girls your age can play a good role in the household."

"It's not that great, Ma'am." I interrupted. "I've just learned to cook. Therefore, just now so daydreaming at the vegetable stall, I don't know what to cook." I smiled knotfully with a timid expression.

"Oh, huh? haha! take it easy, I was like that too when I was your age! not good at cooking, but since I was educated and had to stay separated from my family, I learned to cook.be like now!!" mama Isma said kindly while raising her shoulders slightly. "If you want, I can teach you how to cook now."

Apparently she saw my nervous attitude but, more surprisingly, she instead offered help so that I would not feel weak due to many flaws.

"Seriously? if you don't bother Ms. Isma, I'd love to... "

"Of course not, starting now? or how?"

"If you can now?"

"Of course!"

As soon as I let her in, I immediately invited Ms. Isma to the corner of the room, precisely in the kitchen. I know, Ms. Isma may have known well every corner of the room in this house, and immediately recognized him upon entering.but, he respected me greatly by continuing to follow my footsteps from behind.

"Do you know what to cook?"

"Don't," Prohibit it, "Mas Reza doesn't like spicy food!"

"O-oh, sorry I don't know." I replied nervously.

"She likes clear cooked vegetables, keeps regular fried chicken.When there is sweet soy sauce, she prefers. Oh, I almost forgot! after eating, Mas Reza likes to eat fruit, so you have to prepare fruit at the dinner table."

That's how Mbak Isma explained Kak Anta's tasteful cuisine with such fine details, but strangely, he even took out the vegetables in his own shopping cart. and all of that was the same as all of the materials mentioned by him just now.

"Mbak Isma, really know Kak Anta well yes." I replied with a smile.

"A-ah sorry My gift..."

"No problem Ma'am, I was instead grateful that Sister Isma was so good at helping me prepare food for Sister Anta. So, now I'm starting to know how my own husband tastes."

I admire the kindness of Mbak Isma who wants to help me as well as how to explain what Kak Anta likes and dislikes. he showed his closeness that has been very well established and close to a very long period of time.but, even so. I remain Sister Anta's Wife, Anta, there is still a feeling that persists even though there is no feeling of love.

"Let's change the money, ma'am."

"No, don't think about it. We just cook, okay?!" mama Isma replied rather nervously, I realized she was feeling awkward about her own actions however, I also understood it was not easy for her to forget the man who had accompanied her for decades...

"The world, the cooking oil is gone. Is there still a store?"

I raised my head forward, glaring at something in the top storage cabinet. "It looks like there's Mommy, in the closet up there."

"Oh, let me take it."

I nodded to agree.

Shortly after, I did not hear the voice of Sister Isma again.she was silent for a long time, just standing still holding something.

"It's pregnant women's milk, huh? who for?" he said in a slow tone without the slightest smirk like that.

I smiled at him, "For me Ma'am, Sister Anta bought that time."

"You pregnant?" ask her again with a beautiful expression.

Ms. Isma who had been very friendly, suddenly immediately closed herself and ignored me. after I answered her questions. "Yes" his hands trembled as he put the milk box back on the cook table.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to turn on the tub tap. I have to go home now" she said, passing quickly.