Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Jaws 50

I never thought that Mr. Rizky would put a taste on me.

Mr. Rizky is a widower without children.

His wife died of terminal cancer five years ago.

Then should I accept Mr Rizky's proposal?

Ah, I'm trying to get rid of my thoughts about Rizky or Adzam. Five years of standing on my own feet without anyone's help, I was able to get through those difficult times.

Now for me it is how to give understanding to Tari not to ask about her father anymore.

After I finished doing housework, today I want to explore cyberspace. There's a yearning to disappear five years ago.

I started browsing the blue logo app, but when I was about to post my photo of Tari, I remembered something.

Oh God, I forgot today is the fifth birthday of Dance, "Fool! why can I forget? Usually every morning I have prepared a cake and a candle, I will also cook yellow rice and celebrate alone with Dance. Is it because I have too much thought?" I was busy nagging myself.

Then I quickly wrote down a photo, Thank God, we are fine here. Happy birthday to my only child, Bintari Iswara who is the fifth year, may long life, healthy always and always be the pride of the mother.

When I finished I immediately put the phone and immediately struggled in the kitchen preparing a small surprise for Bintari, my beloved daughter.

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Thankfully, I was finally able to finish everything in time. The fifth birthday this time do not use cake there is only yellow rice that I decorate as attractive as possible.

For a while I hid the yellow rice. I immediately woke up Tari and told her to take a shower. While I prepared a beautiful dress that had been unused for a long time. My plans this afternoon I will try live on the blue app.

" Mom, it's a pretty dance today."

My only puppet princess seemed pleased with her appearance today. Pink dress she uses. Although not a new dress, it still looks good because it is rarely worn.

I sit Dance on a chair, I have also prepared a table for later use as a place for yellow rice.

" Mom, what are we going to do, ma'am?" He seemed to be babbling to himself.

I set the front camera towards Tari. I want his grandmother, his aunt, his father to see my son now.

After everything was done, I brought yellow rice to the front of Tari while singing, "Happy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to you. happy birthday.. happy birthday..." While singing this song, my eyes were already wet.

Me and Tari are already in one camera, already seen a few eyes on my mobile screen.

" Happy birthday mother's son, daughter's only mother's puppet..." I hugged Dance.

As I knew what I was feeling, my son was crying.

" Thank you mom for the surprise." Said coyly.

" Mother's child, mother's heart, thank you for being present in the mother's life, thank you for accompanying the mother, thank you for standing next to the mother, thank you for making the mother strong."

And my first live was seen by dozens of eyes, one of which was mas Adzam and also Ririn.

" Come, you say your prayer." My orders on Dance.

" Oh God.. Dari misses father, Dari wants to meet father, please tell father, God..."

After Dance was ready to speak I turned off the live broadcast. Enough to tell them we're okay here.

" Why dance is sad?"

" Dance follow along to rich mom."

His plain words made me laugh.

Turns out he's still innocent. Now dance is enjoying my yellow rice Sometimes he looks spiciness.

Are you pretending? I don't know why I can't trust you anymore.

The second comment came in from Ririn, (Tari, aunt kangen. Where do you guys live? Aunty wants to pick me up now let's get together again.)

Dozens of incoming messages from Ririn, Raka, also mas Adzam.

The point is they all miss us here.

Suddenly my phone rang, there was a number without a name.

I pressed the green button. My phone is stuck in my ear.

" Hello Afi.."

Sounding from the voice.

" Afi, I know you heard the sound. Please don't turn off this phone. We need to talk to Afi." The voice there sounded panicked. Maybe I'm afraid I'm turning off the phone one-sidedly.

I was still silent, unable to just say hello to Mas Adzam.

" Fi, you can be angry at the mas, you can hate the mas for the rest of your life, but please, give it the same time in order to meet Dari. Five years of longing for the blood of the flesh of the mas itself."

I still hold back my tears at all the words of Adzam.

" Please, let the mas talk to Tari, let the mas wish him a happy birthday." From across the street came the voice of Adzam pleading.

I brought the loud speaker phone closer so that Tari could hear her father talking.

" Who's mom?" Dance whispered to me.

" Dad." Saying slowly.

Sontak Tari snatched the phone from my hand.

" Assalamu'alaikum father..." Dance greeted her father in a carefree and joyful voice.

" Dad, Dance misses! " Say Dance again.

" T-this dance is dad, son. It's dad." Mas Adzam. From his voice, Adzam was the same as me, holding back the cry.

Is he overwhelmed by today's destiny?

" Dance, I miss you!" Say it again Adzam.

"Dad, pick up the dance, dad! Dance to see dad!" Now it is the crying Dance.

Is this the right time for the meeting of Dance and Mas Adzam?

" Dear, I'll definitely pick up Tari. But I have to ask mom's permission, yeah."

" Okay dad... Dancing wait for dad tomorrow yeah..."

Dari gave the phone to me, then he played with his friends.

Ah, a kid as small as Tari is hard to guess. A moment is sad, a moment is crying, a moment is happy, soon you laugh. He did not know what it meant to be sad. Now he laughs playing with his friends..

" Afi, would you like to give me the address of your residence? I'm not the only one who misses you, my mom misses you a lot. Ririn, Raka they miss you. Come on, Afi, please talk, don't shut up. If you can't forgive, at least you're not going to punish your mom for not doing it with her own granddaughter.

Click!

I disconnected the phone.

I'm not ready to meet you yet, ma'am.