Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 32

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.

I swung my steps slowly. Sometimes I grimace at the pain of my stomach.

By riding a rickshaw, I asked to be escorted to a jasmine class hotel only. And it looks like this rickshaw guy understands.

Now I've booked a restroom, but it can give me a sense of comfort. Compared to my ex-husband's.

I shuddered at imagining it.

Why didn't I run away from their palace? Why wait for me to lose my uterus? For every woman, it is the most important asset in every household.

Now I'm not like useless trash. And now I try to step down in the journey of life in this world.

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Slowly I returned to living my life that had been as chaotic.

I left this village full of suffering. Armed with only five hundred thousand rupiah, I tried to find a small contract. I also applied for a job in education.

What is happening right now is that I want to move.

When my life began to improve, that is where God brought me to Afi.

There was envy embedded in the corner of my heart at the sight of the good fortune of his life. Good in-law, good brother-in-law, handsome husband, even his life is full of treasure. The only one he doesn't have is ANAK.

In order not to impress my life looks more destitute, I finally tried to make up a mellow story. And Afi is still the same as Afi I used to know, Polos. He believes my story.

We exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other.

The day changed, this afternoon I heard the sound of thunder during the day. I never thought that Afi would ask me to be her honeymoon sister. She wants me to marry her husband. Who can resist if her husband is so handsome and rich.

I had time to sell expensive, pretending to ask for time to think, but honestly I want to immediately accept Afi's request.

I came back at Afi's insistence to accept her husband's proposal, finally I timidly accepted Afi's proposal to become a second wife.

I can't wait for that happy day to come. Soon I will not have to work hard to support myself.

I would never have imagined that my suffering would end in happiness. True if there is a saying, There will be rainbows after rain

The wedding day I was waiting for finally arrived, my heart felt flowery. As a woman I miss a man's caress.

I have been beautiful by using white kebaya in line with Mas Adzam.

My future husband is so handsome and dashing plus his bonus is well established. I giggled to myself in my heart.

Not forgetting to glance at Afi, it seems like today he looks chaotic. Her eyes looked puffy, perhaps crying too long. His appearance was much simpler.

" Afy. This is just the beginning." I murmured inwardly while smiling cynically.

My heart felt dag dig dug when I saw Adzam began to shake the hand of pak penghulu. And a sense of relief immediately spread in my chest, Now I have legitimately become the second wife of Adzam mas religiously and stately.

The guests and neighbors started to go home. I'm busy thinking about our first night. Are we going to be the first night in this house? Will she not get depressed? I shook my head. Just imagine it hurts.

The event is over, now I enter the guest room that is provided specifically for me. Afi and Adzam went into the room. There was jealousy seeing them. What are they gonna do? Because they didn't come out I finally decided to change my clothes to make it more comfortable. Then I rejoined the Adzam family.

Before long finally mas Adzam and Afi had gone out of the room, there were fresh faces. Did they have a broad daylight relationship like this?

" Let's pack up!" said mas Adzam.

I'm confused, where are we going? Is Afi going to expel Mas Adzam? I was traumatized to live poor again.

" Where are we going?" I asked like the most innocent person in the world.

" To Bali." Answer Afi briefly.

If you don't think shy, maybe I've jumped in excitement. I was never on my dream list.

Now I and Mas Adzam have flown for a honeymoon to Bali only two. The luxury hotel has been prepared for us as a wedding gift from Afi.

There was still some awkwardness between the two of us when we arrived at the hotel. I'm still shy cat. However, a woman's self-esteem must be maintained. I must conquer the heart of this handsome, rich prince. Before marrying Mas Adzam, I had received a number of money transfers from Mas Adzam. The money was partly set aside to buy a dozen lingerie with a variety of colors and models. I want my first night with Mas Adzam to be memorable and I want him to never forget me.

One thing I need to note, men will be next to you if the affairs of the stomach and under the stomach are fulfilled. Didn't they?

I don't know who started it, which was obviously our first night rolling tub of running water. Maybe because we are both adults, so already know what obligations also need our partner.

The honeymoon time was only seven days I used the best. Every day we go through lovemaking. And don't forget I wore lingerie, my best outfit during my time with Mas Adzam.

I never thought that Adzam could be more savage than a tiger. It was like a hungry tiger. Is it possible all this time to do with flat-flat Afi?

" Be calm, Adzam, I will make you fly with me." My words must be in my heart. I only dare to say it in my heart. I need time to keep my image good in front of Mas Adzam. Because for me, Adzam is a very valuable asset.