Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Jaws 1

I stared at my phone screen, and a cute little face appeared on the screen. His laughter made me smile.

" It's funny." My mind was busy commenting on the video on my phone screen.

This reflex of the hand rubbed my flat stomach. If only there were...

My name is Rafidah, usually called Afi.

At the age of me who has stepped on the head of three, I want to feel like I have a baby.

Don't ask me about my journey and my efforts. I always follow people's advice and doctors' advice, but God doesn't trust us yet

Adzam, he is my husband who married me for about five years.Our age is only two years adrift.means he is now thirty-two.

I rubbed the corner of my eye. Every time I talk about a child, I somehow become a very fragile person. That wagner?

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I closed the door to the room. Scroll clock hanging on the wall. It's four in the afternoon, soon Mas Adzam will be home from work. I took my phone to dial my husband's number. An activity I never forgot about five years ago. The thing I like is asking her favorite dinner menu. Even though I already know the answer to only one word is whatever.

Phone connection is connected.

" Assalamu'alaikum darling..."

Always like that, the greeting that was uttered mas Adzam successfully invited my smile.

" Waalaikumsalam. What are you trying to do today?" ask me without a stale base

" It's up to you, I'll go along." short, solid answer.

" Okay awaited yes the return mas.heart heart on the road! Assalamu'alaikum mas.."

" Waalaikumsalam darling..."

Phone connection disconnected

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cupboard. There were squid, shellfish, shrimp, and corn.it came to my mind to put those four ingredients together.

******Seafood******! I cooked it a few times. With agile fingers I process the dinner menu later.

after forty-five minutes of struggling with the ingredients, it was finally finished as well.

There are still fifteen minutes to look beautiful to welcome my husband home.

plain navy dress I combined the hijab flower motif of matching colors to be my choice this afternoon. Do not forget to wear lipstick powder as well as fragrant oil so that my look fresher.

Having a husband who works outside and always faces beautiful women makes me try to always be perfect in front of him. I want to keep my eyes fresh even when I'm home.

Perfect! I smiled looking at the look of my face in the mirror.

I rushed to the front porch to just enjoy the air this afternoon. This is where I keep the rose plants. Various colors are in my collection. When blooming like this can be a busting for me.

While enjoying my roses, a white car belonging to Mas Adzam entered our yard.

He closed the car door. I grabbed his hand, my halal man's hands tirelessly fulfilling all my needs. Don't forget, I took his briefcase from the car. After that we went in.

" Hem..wangi what is it?" he's staring.

" A hungry huh? Take a shower first let it not smell cool." I chanted while closing my nose.

" He laughed, rubbed my head and went into the room. I followed him, preparing his clothes.

I waited for him while sitting on the side of the bed. Play mobile phone unlock blue logo. So many of my friends' statuses are there. So colorful is their life. Someone posted with their kids. Perfect!

When am I God???

Adzam has finished his bath. The smell of shampoo and soap was in my sense of smell.

One word for Adzam, macho.

If there is a child who enliven this house must be our perfect life, my mind.

" Afi.." Mas Adzam shook my shoulder.

" Oh, what's wrong?" I was surprised.

" Mikiri what? more debt, huh? until I don't hear you call."

I smiled "The money that just yesterday has not run out yet."

"Afi must learn nabung mas.kan not forever we are healthy. If now Afi foya-foya there is no benefit mas." I explained at length.

Adzam drew his lips closer. The cup! one kiss on my left cheek.

" Thank you for being the best wife to me baby.."

Ah. That's so sweet of my husband. I hugged him tightly then tickled his waist.

Mas Adzam kegelian, ask for mercy. That is what makes us always harmonious.

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" It's delicious your cooking." Adzam's praise is intoxicating to me.

" It's being praised what's insulting mas?" up and down my eyebrows tease him.

" The cuisine of the Wife of the mas is the ter.enak..dunaia after the cooking of the mother.heheheh.." he joked.

I nodded my head. It's true that said mas Adzam, mother-in-law's cooking is very delicious. I learned a lot from Adzam's mother.

Rice that I cooked as much as two cups of ludes already. My seafood is clean too.

" Alhamdulillah.

" I think the scales of the mas will eat again that is.."

" Gak papa dong mas, I'm happy. Then I made it to your wife." I joke.

I started to take care of our dining table. My dear husband is still faithfully sitting with me. I washed the dirty dishes that were used earlier, so that tomorrow morning my kitchen looks neat.

The huft!

We finished our dinner. Every night we always spent eating together, chatting together and all of them together.

The night is starting to come. The clock on the wall already showed ten o'clock in the evening. We were lying in bed. Before going to bed we usually spend watching funny videos. But this time I played a video of a baby boy. There was the sound of a baby crying, there was also the sound of a baby laughing.

" It's so adorable, my mom!" I started to provoke his reaction.

No response at all. He even took his phone and was engrossed with his phone.

" Mad." call me slow.

He looked at her for a while, then was engrossed in returning with his phone.

" Dude..?"

" How many times have you told me not to look at a video like that, if you end up crying!"

" About we can still have children anyway mas? It's been five years, but God doesn't believe in us." My voice started to get hoarse.

" No child or no child, it won't affect our household right?"

As usual, he held me in his arms.

" God does not believe in us. Patience huh?" said again.

He took my phone, deleted all the videos I downloaded this morning.

" Sleep yuk! tomorrow morning in the morning. There's a meeting." He turned off the room and pulled me into his arms.

Warm and comfortable.

Just a moment ago it was heard the subtle hum of Mas Adzam. I looked at the man of my choice. Rubbed his tired face. How long can he survive with me? My worry often comes to me.

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The sound of the rooster crowing sounded earthy. Three o'clock in the morning. I rise from my sleep. For the past three years I have been performing night prayers. I hope God will grant my prayers.

a clean bath is also the best look I present to face the creator.

My night prayers are always accompanied by tears. I shed all my complaints. Until at the last second I repeat my prayer

' OH GOD GIVE ME A SON'

My soul is so fragile that I can't get up. This prayer that for three years has never changed and I always say solemnly. Wishing to be heard by the giver of life