Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 43

I chose to lie next to Bintari. The blanket I pulled shut my body. My eyes also began to close.

Sayup-sayup heard footsteps of Adzam entering our room.

" fi's... Already sleeping?"

I who was not yet soundly opened my eyes.

" Can we have a chat for a second?"

I woke up from my sleep. Sitting next to Adzam.

" What's wrong?"

Adzam held my hand tightly,

" Can we be like we used to be?"

We stared at each other, looking for the rest of the love that ever existed.

" If you used to be able to more firmly reject your request to marry Hanum, maybe now mas will not lose the golden moment when you are pregnant Dance."

There are so many deep regrets about Adzam's words.

" I'm sorry, Fi."

Mas Adzam's eyes began to glaze over.

" Didn't Hanum take good care of you?" I tried to pry into Adzam's life with Hanum.

Instead of answering my question, he took off our hands.

He walked towards the black bag on the table. He was looking for something, and seemed to have found it.

Adzam turned towards me. His hand seemed to hold something.

" Try your grades, how much does it matter to you?"

Mas Adzam showed off a d*l*am of his pants.

I couldn't help but laugh as Adzam stretched his pants. Even my laughter had awakened Bintari who was asleep.

I shut my mouth, so that my laughter might be dimmed.

Mas Adzam let my laughter disappear by itself. He sits quietly beside me.

" Have you finished laughing?" Ask me about Adzam.

" It's been "I've occasionally held my stomach because I laugh too long.

" I'm glad you can laugh again."

" You didn't go home? Hanum's coded it, right?"

Mas Adzam stared inside," You checked my cell phone?" Ask me about Adzam.

I'm just a whimper, "Once in a while." I defended myself.

" It used to be that you never wore d*l*m pants like that, because you were always on standby. Now the mas must wear, because all his fate is like that. Hanum only cares about himself. Mas also often go into the kitchen, cook what is in the refrigerator, because the mas often starve. I don't want to learn to cook."

Oh Allah... It was sad to hear my husband's words. I think he's happy with Hanum, but his life is much more miserable.

" I often think of you, I miss you, and at the same time you never go hungry. Neat house, neat clothes, neat closet, hard to say everything."

" Why don't you just go home to your mom?"

" I always remember your anger." Answer's short.

He stared at the ceiling of this room, "Can we come back again?" Pinta mas Adzam pleaded.

" I can't go back to that house." Saying again.

" We don't have to stay in that house anymore, just sell that house. If we need to move out of this city. Start a new life, a new environment. Three with Bintari. If you want, I'll resign my job immediately and divorce Hanum."

My eyes were wide open to hear all the plans of Adzam. Is it that easy to get away from Hanum?

" Can't it be that easy?"

" If there is a will and an intention, God willing, we will be able to pass the obstacles together."

I don't know why my trust in Mas Adzam collapsed already. She's another month of my idol husband type. Especially since I caught them both making love in our private room. He might repeat the painful moment.

" Sleep, I need time to think about all this. I also need time to heal my gaping wounds." I left Mas Adzam, choosing to lie next to Bintari. I'm still tired of talking about our house.

Mas Adzam moved Bintari beside me, and then he laid himself beside me. He didn't care about my urge to stay away. His hands were even around my waist.

Mas Adzam.

And tonight we are like repeating a few months ago when we became a harmonious husband and wife. Now our household is on a windstorm landing*****pick.

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Now the age of the bintari is two weeks, it's time for Adzam to come home. Maybe soon I'll feel like I'm losing Adzam. All this time I enjoyed the role of Mas Adzam as a husband and also a good father for Bintari.

I let go of Mas Adzam from behind the window. He will soon forget us.

Sepi, that's what I think. Though the house is crowded by the chatter of Aunt Ririn and Om Raka.

Bintari is being taken care of by my mother, I started my activities as a housewife, I wash Bintari clothes so that later it can dry. This is my first activity after giving birth.

While drying Bintari's clothes, I was shocked by the screams of my mother calling my name.

" Pbuh... Pussy..."

I was so surprised I ran to see my mom.

" What's wrong ma?"

" Adzam, Fi.."

I started to panic, like something happened to Mas Adzam.

" Adzam accident." Mama said again.

My feet felt weak at the news.

Raka and Ririn were getting ready to follow Adzam.

" Mom's coming." My love for them.

" Let's stay home, wait to hear from us." Raka forbade me.

" but..."

" Fi, you just take care of Bintari at home. Pity him later tired even sick.

" But his father was in an accident!"

" Just doain so that Adzam's health is safe." Mama said.

I just nodded to let go of the family mas Adzam.

" O Allah protect Adzam, protect Bintari's father, O Allah..." I pray in my heart.

*****

It was almost afternoon, but I had no news from my mother.

Bintari also one day looks very fussy. Does he feel what his father is feeling right now?

I'm trying to make Bintari comfortable. But he also could not sleep well.

While carrying Bintari on the terrace of the house, there was a car in the yard of the house of the mother.

" That's Raka's car, is Adzam's car healthy?"

I can't wait for Raka to get out of the car. Raka just went home alone.

He walked towards me, "How are you, Adzam?"

" Mom is ready now. We're going to the hospital now!" Tell Raka to hurry to me.

Without many words I immediately prepared all the needs of Bintari.

" Come on Ka!" Invite me to be impatient.

We are already on the road. If it was late this afternoon surely this road will be jammed because it coincides with people coming home from work.

It took me about forty minutes to get to the hospital.

Raka helped me with the Dance kit. He also took my hand so he could walk quickly.

" Where is Adzam treated, Ka?"

" Four floors."

From a distance I saw the figure of a sad mama in the hug by Ririn. Next to Ririn was Hanum.

My steps are getting closer, "What happened to Mas Adzam,ma?"