Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Grace 36

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.

The curled up figure turned out to be Mas Adzam.

Since when did Adzam come to my mother's house? Oh God, I have so much pity on you.

I was standing next to Adzam who was curled up.

Confused as to how.

" Mom!" Call Ririn.

Instantly I jumped in shock, "What's up?" Tanyaku.

Ririn just had an indistinct smile seeing me shocked because she came suddenly

" Let's go, mbak. Mas Adzam last night at twelve o'clock. Ririn sure Adzam must still sleepy." Cerocos Ririn

I just nodded and left Mas Adzam. I went to the kitchen, and there was already a mother. Mom was busy flipping things in the pan.

" What cooking ma?" I greeted my mother and approached her.

" It's mama's trying to eat fried noodles." Mama answered without seeing me. It seems like he is focusing on his cooking.

" Here ma, Afi's the cook!" I tried to offer myself to my mother, but she refused me on the grounds that I would be tired.

I finally sat down at the dining table. My mind goes back to Adzam. Where did he come from at twelve o'clock? Can't he get away from Hanum? Did he finish his wish first with Hanum.

The phone's voice rang. And I know whose phone it is. It was definitely Adzam's cell phone. Is that Hanum's call?

I'm pinching my forehead. Dizziness because I always bring the name mas Adzam and hanum into my mind.

" Dizziness is Fi?" Mom suddenly sat down near me.

I didn't answer Mom's question. Mali feels if later it adds more burden to the mother.

We are now gathered at the dinner table. There's mama, me, Ririn and Raka. Adzam is not awake yet.

We enjoyed the food so much. Only Ririn was busy making a sound despite eating.

Suddenly, Adzam woke up and joined us. The atmosphere became silent, silent, quiet and cold.

Especially between Raka and Mas Adzam. They stared at each other cynically.

" Raka, Adzam.. What happened to you guys?" Ask mama. His voice is so firm. Something I rarely hear.

Mas Adzam stopped his eating. He looked at me, as if asking me for an answer.

" Task your mother's daughter-in-law." Mas Adzam to me.

What Adzam's words have enraged me.

I looked at Adzam, and he looked back at me.

" You two are brothers, children born from the womb of a mother. Since childhood you have never fought let alone to a fistfight. So what does that mean now?"

Mama looked to rub the corner of her eye. Even his voice trembled as he asked for answers from our children.

" Mama, is it appropriate for a sister to interfere in the household affairs of her brother?" Tanya mas Adzam stared intently at Raka.

" Don't talk if your behavior is immoral. Is it appropriate for a husband to have sex with his husband in his wife's palace and in his wife's private room?" He shook his head.

his hand pointed towards the head, "Think with the brain." His words passed from us.

Beyond our expectations, Mas Adzam was chasing Raka. He beat Raka all out.

As for me, Mama and Ririn were running around in no direction.

Without fear I ran towards Mas Adzam and Raka. mas Adzam who was beating Raka accidentally his hand hit my face.

Ow hell!

I screamed in pain. Only then did Adzam realize that his punch hit my face.

He got up and took off Raka. My nose is soaked with blood. Probably because of Adzam's blow.

My mom looked hysterical. Mama hugged me.

Ririn took a tissue and wiped the blood still dripping from my nose.

I feel tired of my body. Now I lie helplessly. Mas Adzam took my body into our room. I who was helpless could not resist. After I calmed down enough, mama and Ririn left me. Now it's just me and Adzam in this room.

My mouth is locked mute. There are no more words I want to talk to Mas Adzam.

Mas Adzam was still sitting on the lip of the bed waiting for me.

" Fii.." His speech was interrupted because his phone rang. At first glance he looked at his phone, then he let the phone still ring.

From Hanum? Why not answer? Didn't they love each other?

The phone rang again, but Adzam saw it answer.

" It's busy." The phone just turned off.

He scrunched his forehead. He may also be confused about our destiny. A few years ago, he never massaged his forehead, because if he knew I would bring massage oil and immediately massage his head until he felt comfortable and feel better.

one second, one minute, five minutes, ten minutes, "I'm sorry, Fi!" The man said in front of me.

" For?" I pretended to be innocent in front of him. I just want to know which mistake I want to forgive.

" For all the mistakes you've made." Say again.

I shook my head, it was hard to forgive Adzam. My heart is sick.

" Can we be as peaceful as we used to be? Although I'm sure it won't be the same as it was then. But at least we can reconcile and go back home."

I squinted my eyes, what did he say, back home?

I'm back to shaking, "Can't mas! I can't go back to that house. That house is not the most comfortable place for me anymore. How can my palace, my private palace be desecrated by my husband's second wife? How can I forget the memory of you making love in our room with your wife? With myfriends. There is nothing wrong if you want to make love, because you are a legitimate couple by religion and country, but not in my private room and witnessed by my own two eyes." My quips are sharp.

" What do you have to do to make up for it all? Aren't you the one who brought Hanum into our household?"

Mas Adzam looked at me sharply, the next second he came out and slammed the door hard.

I covered my ears. Oh God, so changed my husband's temperament.

I rubbed the wet corner of my eye. I am not as strong and strong as I want to be.

Now I don't know where Adzam is, but from the window of this room I can see his sports car leaving my mother's house.

" Where are you going, mom?" I murmured in my heart.

He never went away angry. He will try to reflect if there is a dispute between the two of us.