Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 31

This is Hanum pov, guys

My name is Hanum, I am a woman who bears the title of widow. My love life is not always happy.

My first home life was wrecked, my husband was caught cheating on me with his secretary. At the time I was four months pregnant. Due to feeling stressed and depressed I ended up having a miscarriage. And inevitably I have to undergo a curette. Not only my body is sick, but my heart is no less painful. For the sake of being able to move on, I chose to divorce my first husband.

Not long after, I got married to someone much older. He's better suited if I call grandpa. The man who was married five times already has nine children and twelve grandchildren. I who had been traumatized to marry a man who was the same age as me finally without thinking about accepting the old man's proposal.

My suffering is not over either. Even worse this time. I had to deal with his five fierce wives, I also had to fight for attention on my husband's nine children as well as my husband's twelve grandchildren. I have so much mirrored my fate.

Not infrequently harsh words are uttered by my husband's wife and children. What would I do if they played? I could only cry in the dark and stuffy corner of my room. And my room is more suitable if it's called a barn. My husband cannot defend me in front of his wife and children.

I was also often forced to drink their herbal medicine, she said so that I could get pregnant quickly. If I refuse to drink, then do not expect me to get food rations from those in power.

Until one night, when I had just finished drinking herbal medicine from my husband's wife. My stomach feels heartburn and wrapped around. I felt my trembling body unbearable. The most terrible thing in my life was when fresh blood came out of my cock along with the unparalleled pain in my stomach.

In a limp walk I tried to ask my husband's second wife for help. I banged on the door of his room long enough. When the door opened I found a sour face from her

" What's up?" Ask my husband's second wife.

" Mom.t-help me!" I can't talk anymore. It felt like everything I looked at had turned dark.

The next second I fell down on my husband's second wife's doorstep.

Just a faint sound of panic from them - they, I don't know anyone. Which I think at that time my body felt cut and carried by car.

****

My eyes were open, I was in a white room with no one. I tried to get up from my sleep, but the pain in my stomach prevented me from getting up.

Curiosity is far greater than the pain in my stomach. I felt my stomach hurt. " What's wrong with my stomach?" I murmured in my heart. I tried to remember everything that happened that night, but I don't remember anything.

While I was busy with my own thoughts, suddenly came a nurse who would check my situation. Without wasting any time I asked the nurse.

" Sus, what happened to me? Why does my stomach hurt?" I tried asking the nurse who was in my room.

He smiled kindly, "Patience ma'am, mother has just done the removal of the uterus."

" Mom, calm mom... Don't move too much, it'll hurt." The nurse tried to calm me down.

" Sus, who allowed my uterus to be removed?" I started crying so much.

But the nurse had not yet explained to me, enter my husband's three old wives in the room where I was treated.

Like understand, without orders the nurse left me without explaining anything to me.

I was still crying as much as I could, holding my voice back from coming out.

They approached me, smiling haughtily, "From the beginning my husband and I refused your presence in our palace. But you challenged us and continued your marriage with our husband. That means you woke up a sleeping lion. We didn't kill you right away, but slowly you're gonna die. You're here, this is just the beginning. Not only is your uterus missing, your legs, hands, even your eyes can be lost." My husband's first wife clutched my mouth and spat at him. While the second, third and fourth wives laughed out loud

laughing at me.

The fifth wife's job is to spend hundreds of millions. He smashed the money in my face many times, "Get out of our lives, your place is not here! Don't try to call the police if you don't want to be in the bars!" Threatened me.

After being satisfied with cursing me, they came out leaving me alone.

My heart aches like a wound that is slashed and sprinkled with salt. I sobbed in the face of my extraordinarily terrible fate. Even at a moment like this, he's my old husband not present even if just beside me. True they said, if the palace is not suitable for me, their palace is not a comfortable place for me to visit. Their palace is not the place I long to go home to.

Now that my resolve has been unanimous, once my condition improves, I will not reappear before them if I still want to breathe free air.

***

This is my third day in the hospital, I've started learning to walk. And the nurse said, the wound on my stomach has improved. All administrative expenses have been settled by my husband's wives.

I'm just waiting for the doctor's decision later in the afternoon. But there is confusion in my heart, if I go home later where will I stay? I don't understand the area at all. I again cursed my fate that was tossed like a ship in the waves of the ocean.

At about three in the afternoon, with the approval of the doctor, I was finally able to go home and return to control one week later. I take care of my own stuff. I opened the contents of the bag they had brought yesterday, It turns out they still carry my diploma in the bag. I unceasingly gave thanks, I thought they would burn my only valuables.

I'm dragging the bag containing my slum clothes.

I'm still standing in front of the hospital because I don't have a purpose. If looking for a contract, I'm afraid because it's too late. I finally decided to spend the night in a jasmine class hotel. Most importantly tonight I was safe and able to sleep well for a while..