Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 2

" Hey, wake up!" I jumped, shocked.

When I opened my eyes, there was a smiling face of Adzam staring at me.

" Crying again?" His hand grabbed my face.

" Later get old." she said.

I turned my face away, ashamed that I couldn't be as fresh as Alzam.

" What time is it?" ask me.

" Look at yourself." Mas Adzam pointed at the clock attached to the wall.

I patted my forehead. "Sorry to forget."

i'm whinyesan.

" There take the wudu, we pray in congregational prayers!" his orders.

I hurried to get some water.

Beautiful life if in line with the husband.

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After I finished praying, I rushed to the kitchen. The simplest cook today is fried rice.

The cooking today is done. Adzam has been very neat.

" Repidly neat, huh mas?"

She smiled at me. "young ready?"

" Uda baby. eat yuk!" I prepared the fried rice to Adzam's mas plate.

" That's delicious..."

" It's a real shame baby.Look at this my ears are going to fly" I said as I held my ears.

hahaha.we laughed together.

Finish breakfast mas Adzam get ready to go to the office. I drove the departure of Mas Adzam did not forget to kiss and hug Mas Adzam.

" Be careful, my mom! Your wife's waiting at home!" my message.

" Yes, baby..."

Adzam's white car left me. I'll go in and close the door.

After the departure of Mas Adzam, I want some houses because after zhuhur I will go to the mosque study.

Watering the flowers already, cleaning the house already, bathing already. It's time for me to rest in my room. The room is the most comfortable place for me.

I took the phone, opened the blue logo was my target. There's a post of my friends. Some were out for a walk, were gathering families, were picking up schoolchildren. Very happy for them. I threw my phone. There is envy that stirs up.

O Allah. lest envy be lodged in the heart.

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This afternoon after Zhuhur, I have arrived at the place of study. So many people came. I looked around. There's a figure I've known, the pink-stained woman. I knocked on my head. Let's think...

Oh hanum! yeah, that was Hanum, my old college friend.

I approached her, watching her who was chatting with her friend. Consciously noticed by me, he looked at me. Eyes narrowed, perhaps trying to remember.

" Raffida..? Uh..?" he said while pointing at me.

I'm nodding. He rushed towards me hugging tightly until I felt tight.

" I didn't think we could meet in this place" he exclaimed cheerfully.

Throughout my studies I was happy to see her again.

after finishing our studies, we finally stopped at the meatballs shop. We ordered two meatball chicken noodles and two glasses of sweet iced tea.

" You're married num?" I opened our conversation.

" Already, but my husband has gone to pick up God" he said flatly.

I'm surprised." Don't joke num.."

" There's no death to joking Fi.."

He sipped iced tea in front of him. " Two years ago" he answered again.

" hurt?" i wonder.

" A accident while leaving for work."

" How many children are there?"

" Today I was two months pregnant, because my husband's depression died I finally miscarried" she replied casually. It seems like he has moved on. like there is no more bitterness.

" You alone? what about your life?" askalanya.

there is no interesting story in my life.

" I was married five years ago, but I haven't trusted God to have a baby." I tried to smile even though it was bitter.

he stroked my shoulder "Patience, God will not test his people beyond the limits of ability."

I clenched my hands "spirit!"

We finally laughed together

I saw a picture of me with Hanum. Before we parted, we took a photo together. Hanum includes village flowers on campus. The sharp nose is combined with dense eyebrows, more precisely to Arab-araban.

I smile, is this happy to meet an old friend? until I didn't realize Adzam was sitting next to me and grabbing my phone.

" Look at what?"

I pulled my phone out of Adzam's hand. " Ih just disturb." scowled my face.

" Something until the husband himself is in a frown. Be careful out there a lot of beautiful girls who give a sweet smile to your husband." he said.

I glared to scare him. But he wasn't afraid to laugh at me. Funny said.

" Let's see!" I gave my phone to Adzam.

" Whose photo are you with?" wonder on his face looks drawn.

" Who can you wait?" I asked for his assessment.

" Sep forward this one." He pointed to a picture of Hanum.

My reflexes pinched his waist, furious.

" Oh, my dear sick.."

"Racaine!" I stick my tongue out at my husband.

" Who is this girl?" Seriously ask.

" He's my best friend, I met him in college. She was married, but her husband died in an accident. Ever been pregnant, but a miscarriage." I explained the story of my friend with rutu.

" Don't cry." he said as he rubbed the top of my head.

" No, I'm just sad.."

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Today we had an appointment with Dr. Sarah, we had some tests, and we are waiting for the results of last week's check-up.

Here we are, holding hands to strengthen each other.

And this morning it was like there was lightning striking in the middle of a hole, my chest was hit by a big hammer. Shortness, pain filled my chest cavity when the doctor explained, I am actually barren.

I bite my lips hard, there's a salty taste I feel. In that way I can suppress my tears.

All the way my tears came down unstoppably. As if not ready this heart to accept reality. After so many times undergoing the program, this is a painful aling.

The journey to the house slowed down.

Only the singing of Rossa flowed from the car tape belonging to Mas Adzam. I didn't even speak a word. Including when Mas Adzam invited me to eat because the lunch schedule was already missed while it was afternoon.

I just want to get home quickly. Today is the last day of my life.

The car entered our home area, I got off. Go into the room and lock it from the inside. I need inner calm.

I felt ashamed of myself, because again God did not believe me. God does not want me to feel the joy of being a mother.

door banging repeatedly done mas Adzam, even my phone rang. I know that, because I gave a special ringtone to Mas Adzam.

I lay in bed, my eyes were swollen. My situation is no longer because of. I'm not even interested in taking a shower. My stomach is like being stirred, maybe because from this afternoon a grain of rice has not entered my stomach.

Geck..Geck..Geck..

the sound of the door being knocked.

" Yes, open the door. It's ten o'clock in the night and you haven't eaten." call him.

I just stared at the door without opening it.

I know Adzam won't find the duplicate key. Because he never took care of the state of this house. I keep the keys in the kitchen cabinet.

The longer my gaze grew blurry, all the things I saw swayed. Including this kama wall.

I began to fear "Mas Adzam help me.

" Why are you? Open that door!" The door's getting tighter.

" Can't, everything's rocking." I cried louder.

" Where's the duplicate key?" yell from outside.

" Delivered kitchen mas." My answer is already weakening.

After that I don't know what happened. It's dark!