Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 35

Adzam and Hanum remained silent. Looks like they're still in shock because they were caught having naked sex in my palace.

Actually there is nothing wrong, because they are legal in the eyes of law and religion. Wrong they are just the wrong place to vent their lust. They do in my private room, they do in my own palace. Not that after they are legally a husband and wife, continue to feel free to do husband and wife relationships wherever they like.

" If you don't know what you want, let's split up!" I said without a stale base.

Adzam is approaching me. Spontaneously he held my hand.

" We can't get divorced, Fi!" Adzam asked for mercy.

" Hanum, this is what you want?" I'm approaching Hanum. Today I cannot lose. There will be no tears for both of them.

" I'm just asking you and Mas Adzam not to meet for a while. Sacrifice for me you can't? For my mental health and my future. Do you love my husband too much?" Syndicate me again.

Hanum raised his face. There was anger on his face.

" From the beginning, did you not think of this? Who brought me into your household? Who asked me to be your husband's second wife? You forgot about that? If it wasn't you who forced me to marry your husband, maybe I wouldn't be in the middle of your little family. Now when you can get pregnant, you ask me to get out of Adzam's life? You think it's so easy to flip through the heart. Yeah now I get it, you just think of me like trash you can throw away whenever you want. Or you think of me as a reserve player you can use at any time. Don't ever blame the bond of love between me and Mas Adzam." His words were loud and cynical.

I shut my mouth. My friend, you can say that.

" And you always flirt with my husband in your pride service outfit?"

Saying again.

" Not just your husband, but my husband." He reminded me.

I'm sick of seeing Adzam who can only be quiet. Now he is no longer my pride. I rubbed my stomach a little more. A little kick from him reminded me not to stress.

I retreated to the door, staring at Mas Adzam with sadness.

I opened the door to leave Adzam and Hanum in my palace.

I met Ririn and Raka, Ririn hugged me warmly. While Raka is taking me for now back to mama's house.

I finally followed Raka's advice, back to my mom's house.

The car left my yard. Then my tears flooded my face. The cry I had been holding since then had now exploded. Turns out this sick catches wet husband sleeping with another woman. Though I knew it was my husband's legal wife and also on my request.

Ririn is still trying to strengthen me. He rubbed my shoulders and reminded me not to be depressed, for the health of my future baby.

It only takes about fifteen minutes to get to your home.

I got out of the car, dragged my steps. It seems like my energy is drained today to solve this problem.

Mama opened the door, surprised to see me in front of her. My mother led me into the house. Ririn gave me warm water to make me calmer.

While Raka had run into the room.

" What's really going on, Fi?" Ask mama.

I can't tell my mom, my heart still feels slashed by the sharpness of the dagger.

Mom doesn't believe it. Now he can be just like me, crying sobbing. Who could have thought if Mas Adzam could obey that to Hanum, for the sake of a se*l*ng*ka*n.

" Now rest in the room. Don't think too much. Adzam's business will be the business of mama." said mama.

I went to Adzam's room. Our newlyweds room. The room that bears witness to our lives. In this room for the first time Adzam and I slept in one bed, sharing a blanket and sharing warmth.

Now I go back to sleep in this room, not knowing until when. If it was Adzam who would accompany me, now I am alone, crying in silence.

I'm looking for a towel in this closet, there's a neatly arranged Adzam mas towel.

I took it, hugged it tightly in my chest.

" I miss you, mama!" my mind in my heart.

Adzam's clothes, Adzam's perfume, Adzam's mas blanket, reminded me of Adzam's.

How can we forget it for a moment, if our six years are always together.

After feeling calm enough, I took a shower, I washed my hair to make it fresher.

After finishing the bath, I chose to wear a t-shirt belonging to Mas Adzam.

Not to forget I locked the door and covered my body with a blanket belonging to Mas Adzam.

Without taking a long time, drowsiness comes attacking.

I went through this night alone without my beloved husband.

****

The alarm on my phone rang, indicating the morning had come. This morning my heart was calm. Maybe the effect of getting enough sleep. This morning I prayed dawn with a fervent heart, hoping for a way out in my home life.

I did not forget the sky was my prayer. I'm sure God knows better what I think right now. And I have always believed that God would not test his servant beyond the limits of his people.

I changed my clothes to be more polite. Long-sleeved negligee typical of pregnant women I wear. I turned around a little in front of the mirror. Dull, my eyes are more concave even my body is thinner. Only my stomach seemed more prominent.

Unlike a few years ago, before I brought Hanum into the household.

I always do facial treatments, body as well as nails. I also try to look beautiful and fragrant, agat mas Adzam does not glance at other women if they are outside the house.

Now I don't change it like a scruffy. My skin was never taken care of again. In addition to my condition of being pregnant, I completely stopped all use of beauty equipment. Afraid of bad things happening to my baby.

After being satisfied with my appearance, I decided to leave the room.

I opened the door, and my view went straight to the living room. There was a figure curled up with his body covered in a blanket.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember. Does Raka sleep in front of the television? since when? Doesn't he have his own room.

I slowly stepped closer to him. Curiosity makes me intend to see the figure. Now me and that figure are close. The sound of a soft snoring indicates that he is still sleeping. I tried to look at her face but it was covered by a blanket. Who is this figure?