Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Grace 12

I boiled hot water after boiling directly dipping noodles and eggs.

While enjoying noodles, I was surprised by the arrival of Adzam mas.

" Fi..."

" Hey?" I looked up with my mouth still full of hanging noodles.

" Hungry." He held his stomach.

Oh my God, I hit my own eel.

" Sorry.." I raised my two fingers as a sign of my apology.

I put down the spoon and got up from my chair. Reheating the water.

We were still both silent no one tried to open the conversation.

The noodles are ready, and I serve in front of Mas Adzam.

" Eat the mas, the mumpung is still warm.!" I said softly.

Mas Adzam nodded and began to enjoy the noodles that were still steaming.

I watched from the other seat.

Mas Adzam, we've been through a long time like this. Eat together even if only a bowl of noodles. Where did our former happiness go?

I put both my hands on my chin. Watching my long-standing lover no longer looked after. His food, his clothes, even his biological needs were ignored.

" Why watch me like that Fi?" ask me Adzam.

I suddenly wavered because I thought I was paying attention to my own husband.

" Eh..who's watching you?" Elakku shy.

" There is evidence that your noodles are still full" said Mas Adzam as he pointed to my bowl that was still full.

Huh! I covered my face with both palms. My shame.my inner cry.

I quickly finished the noodles that had already expanded. I could be like a kid who just fell in love. What because our relationship has been cold for a long time like snow and now the snow is starting to melt.

I cleaned up the remaining bowl of used noodles earlier. Mas Adzam is still waiting on the dining table chair. I was watched by Mas Adzam. I only occasionally glanced through the corners of my eyes. Fear of misbehavior again and eventually lead to embarrassment.

Yup! It's finally all done.

Hoam... I'm yawning. Drowsiness attacked me violently.

" What's that sleepy?"

Huh huh? Which is? Did my ears hear wrong? It's been almost a month that he's forgotten the word call for me.

" Uda sleepy?" Adzam repeated his words.

I just nodded, he followed me into my room. Ups errat is not my room but ours.

I lay my body on the bed. Pulling the blanket over half my body.

I tried to close my eyes. But beyond my expectations Mas Adzam hugged my body tightly.

" I'm sorry for your recent mistakes." whispered in my ear.

" You're not wrong, I'm wrong." My whisper.

I don't know who started it, which I think Adzam's lips have been down my neck.

Things that almost forgot for one month are now burning again.

I avenge Mas Adzam's affectionate fondness. Until we do the halal worship of a husband and wife.

Tonight we went through our night with many times making love like newlyweds.

It turns out we still love each other. The proof is that he is still in a relationship with me. I got out of bed. A moment to cleanse ourselves from the remnants of our happiness earlier. While mas Adzam has fallen asleep with a loud snoring sound smooth from the mouth of Mas Adzam.

Don't forget I'm back for evening prayers. Thank you God that our relationship has improved.

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Early in the morning I was awake, The first thing I did was cook. Cooking anchovy sauce mixed with eggplant is a favorite food of Mas Adzam.

While I was focusing on cooking, suddenly there was a hand around my waist.

A little surprised, but more moved. heheeee..

" Shocked, huh..?"

" Ordinary." I'm so cute.

Beyond the suspicion of mas Adzam even sniffed my neck.

" She. ticklish!" I said while chuckling.

" A tingly but delicious huh..?" God again.

" Dude..!"

After being satisfied playing with my lips he ran away and left me in the bathroom.

Fuck up! Batinku.

I was putting breakfast on the table. The sound of the door being typed out loud.

Half-run I towards the front door.

Kriee...

A figure I knew appeared behind the door.

Oh hanum!

What's wrong with her? Until it came so early to my house.

" Hey, can I come in?" Sweepings.

" Assalamu'alaikum used to be Num." I reminded.

" I'm sorry, Assalamu'alaikum..." He said greetings.

" Waalaikumsalam, enter Num! I let Hanum in my house.

" Go to the dinner table! It just so happens that we will have breakfast soon. Just waiting for Adzam to get ready." Invite me friendly. I'm trying to be friendly. Hanum is not wrong.

Hanum followed me without feeling awkward.

" Sit down!"

Hanum sat down casually. I poured her a glass of warm sweet tea.

" Drink first."

" Yes, thank you." replied Hanum, smiling sweetest to me.

Finally, Adzam came out of the room.

With maroon color shirt makes it more perfect.

Mas Adzam seemed to fall apart, perhaps surprised by the arrival of Hanum this early in our home.

Oops! someone noticed that Adzam's hair was still wet.

I just smile to myself. " Until that's how you look at my husband Num, be patient any minute he'll also be yours too." My mind is busy fumbling itself.

" Eh, I'm sitting here." call me surprise Mas Adzam.

Adzam walked towards us.

I let Adzam sit beside me.

" Sit down!"

Mas Adzam obeyed my words.

I filled the rice and side dishes into the dish and gave it to the Adzam mas.

" Come Num the plate is filled with rice, here you guys." I bargained with Hanum.

" Eh, don't Fi I can do it myself."

" okay.! but I'm sorry the side dishes are so rough I don't know if you want to visit."

" It's also good." Answer Hanum clumsy.

We started to enjoy our own food. My mind wanders around every now and then I pay attention to Adzam and Hanum. Mas Adzam doesn't seem to pay much attention to Hanum. Maybe I'm afraid I'm hurt.

Breakfast is over. Adzam is getting ready for work. I drove Mas Adzam to the front door.

The cup! The cup! The cup! kisses landed on my right and left cheeks as well as my forehead.

" Dad.." I pinched the waistband of Adzam.

" It's a long time ago, almost forgotten."

Mas Adzam left me with his favorite car. I wave my hand.

The huft! I breathe heavily. I closed the door, I went back into the kitchen. Hanum was washing our used dishes this morning.

The dining table has been set.

" No need to bother Num." I opened up a conversation between us.

Hanum turned his head for a moment, smiling slightly at me. " If you just wash the dishes and clean it up like this" he replied.

I just laughed when I heard her words.

I watched Hanum from behind.

Wife of Adzam. May my choice of choosing Hanum to be a mother for the children of Adzam be the best, and I hope, God, that the household we built will remain a safe and prosperous household.

Hi friends is Hanum bosa a good honey wife for Afi and Adzam?