Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 53

The mall has its own staircase, huh, yeah?"

" Yes, it's called the Escalator dear." Mas Adzam patiently gave an explanation to Tari.

Now they laugh together.

Mas Adzam played Tari's favorite song, and Tari really enjoyed her first trip.

" He's missed too much." Mas Adzam.

I did not respond to Adzam's remarks. Right now I want to close my eyes because of sleepiness due to the thought of Mas Adzam who almost did something indecent to me.

How could I have almost fallen asleep for Adzam?

*****

We have traveled for twelve hours, and we are currently resting in a rice stall.

We started to enjoy each other's food. And Dance like not wanting to separate with mas Adzam.

He sat next to Mas Adzam, he also ordered the exact same food and drinks as Mas Adzam.

I watched their togetherness with a jealous heart. Because Dance doesn't need me in the morning. He would rather ask his father for help. He also prefers to eat with his father. Sometimes they giggled at me. I don't know what tang di laughed.

After the meal we decided to stay at a hotel.

She booked three three hotel rooms, one for Adzam, one for Raka and one for Mama and Ririn.

Again, I could not oppose my mother's request.

They all went into their rooms. I am still out of confusion how.

" Fi, don't you come in?" Adzam's voice surprised me.

" em's.. Anu mas's.." I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

" His head has a nail?" Ask Mas Adzam with an expression of unclear smiles.

" Come on in! Look Dance's asleep." Mas Adzam pulled my hand into the hotel room.

" Don't be afraid, I won't do anything without your green light." Mas Adzam. He seemed to understand my anxiety tonight.

Alhamdulillahot.. I can finally be a little more calm.

Mas Adzam was sitting on the edge of the bed, as if he was informing his wife.

I decided to clean the bathroom.

Finished cleaning my body sitting near Tari.

Mas Adzam put the phone down. I glanced at the phone with the screen on and flickering. I understand Adzam's cell phone. The phone was the same when we were together. And it indicates there is an incoming call and mas Adzam deactivates the ringtone of the phone.

" She, that's the one calling, how was it in the morning?"

" It doesn't matter." Answer Adzam.

" Be calm, I'm moving on."

Mas Adzam only responded to my words with a cry, "It is not important" explained Mas Adzam.

I pulled the blanket over my body and Dance. It was never in my shadow if I had to go back one room with Mas Adzam. Said ex-husband but we don't have a divorce certificate yet. And Mas Adzam never dropped a talaq on me.

It is complicated the relationship between us.

" Fi, are you asleep?"

" Not yet."

" Can we have a chat?"

" Fi, I'm sorry, yeah." Mas Adzam tilted his body towards me.

He looked at me so deeply that it made me go wrong.

" Since I can make peace, God willing I have forgiven everything. Oh yeah, I mean, how many kids do you have with Hanum?"

" We don't have kids, Fi."

" Seriously?" My eyes widened to hear the honesty of Adzam.

He was silent, his hand stroking Dance's cheek.

" Fi, is it true when Hanum's sick man cheated on her in droves?"

I was surprised to hear the words of Adzam.

" Raka was furious when she found out that you were leaving. Moreover, the cause is the mas who had met Hanum. You know the same big storm mama and Raka. For almost three years you never wanted to talk and meet me." Mas Adzam's eyes began to glaze over.

" Since your departure and dance life mas feels empty. Mas decided to live alone while looking for your whereabouts and Dance. But..." Adzam hesitated to continue his story.

" But what is mas? Believe me, I've moved on and am not jealous of what happened to you anymore." Convincing.

Mas Adzam sighed heavily, "Because there's Mr Rizky, you're moving on?"

" Daddy?" I round my eyes as a sign that I don't like to talk about other people who have nothing to do with me.

" Oh yeah, how's Hanum doing?"Ask again. I want Mas Adzam to tell me what happened while I was gone, even if I risk a little heartache. Remember, just a little. hehehe...

" good. We live in the house we once bought for her. He's not as adept as you." Imbuh mas Adzam's.

" Dad, every woman is not the same."

" Sometimes I hold my own iron so that my work clothes are neat. Sometimes I go to the kitchen so that my stomach does not starve. Sometimes I sweep the house to keep it clean. Things I never did when I was with you."

Mas Adzam stopped for a while, as he gathered strength to continue his story.

" I live under the pressure of Mama and Hanum." Say again.

" Mama can never accept Hanum. It turns out that it is true, mama is so comfortable when with you, but even I am stupid even still come to him. I already have flesh blood. Stupid huh!" He smiled regretfully at his actions.

" Sorry, it's all my fault because I asked you to share your taste with another woman." I feel guilty for everything that happened.

" If you're too persistent to keep up with your silly requests, maybe we're still together like this. Or maybe now there's his sister Dance." He played his eyes side by side laughing.

I also laughed with the story mixed up in jokes.

He got up from the bed walking towards the bag in the corner of the room. It was like looking for something.

After finding him, he returned again and sat facing me.

His hand gave him an account book, "This is for you, keep it well."

" A book of accounts?"

Mas Adzam just nodded. I took it out of his hand and opened the book. The name of Mas Adzam is there.

I opened the contents again, my eyes were round to see the numbers printed on this paper.

I rubbed my eyes, "Is this really the number? Reach seven hundred million."

" Make you and Tari to make up for the five years that were missed without any gold. To atone for your guilt. The account was intentionally created. In my heart I'm sure I'll find you one day, and it turns out to be true. You are now in front of my eyes."

My heart was filled to see the treatment of Mas Adzam. It turned out that he was secretly watching us until preparing this much funds for the future of Dance.

" Mad, thank you so much for thinking about the future of Dance. My words are full of haru.

" Dance is my flesh and blood, he should be the one to boast of us. Believe the same dance." Warm mas Adzam.