Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 54

" 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, she must be the one to boast of us in the future. Believe the same dance." Warm mas Adzam.

The clock on the wall was showing at half-three in the morning, Adzam and I decided to sleep so that tomorrow would be fresher, because we would take about six more hours.

***

The door of the hotel room was knocked by people from outside, mas Adzam woke up to open the door.

" Loh! Not ready yet?" My mother's voice was heard from outside.

I hurried to wake up, my eyes still a little due to lack of sleep.

Mom came in and woke up the dance.

" Dear. wake up.." Grandma woke up Dance many times.

Because of the difficulty of waking up, Mama finally carried her favorite granddaughter to the bathroom and immediately bathed.

Adzam and I looked at each other.

" Leave it, mama just wants to get closer to her granddaughter."

I immediately prepared the best clothes for Dance.

Finish Dance I go straight into the bathroom, When I'm going to close the door, mas Adzam calls me, "Can you be together?"

I round my eyes. There was a sense of shame because my mother heard Adzam's words.

" The crocodile!" My speech.

It took us thirty minutes to pack up from this hotel room.

Mama and Tari have been breezing before, while Adzam and I are still collecting our luggage. Afraid that something will be left behind.

" Sorry.." Mas Adzam held my hand.

I looked up at Mas Adzam.

" I'm not pushy, if we may repeat from the beginning of this relationship."

" Ngaco!" I took his hand off.

" Why?" He hugged my waist from behind.

" Yes!" I'm afraid that I will be complacent by the treatment of Mas Adzam. How we are normal human beings.

Mas Adzam was even fun attacking me without caring about the open hotel room door.

It was like a hungry lion. And I don't dwell on him at all.

" Ehm!"

Mas Adzam stopped making fun of me because of people's voices.

There is a face we know. The raka!

Oh Allah, I covered my face because I was embarrassed to be caught enjoying a touch of mas Adzam.

" Come, we'll continue again." Raka said from behind the door.

I rushed to grab my bag and left the still dumb-ass Adzam mas for holding something back.

I went downstairs, joined another family. I dare not look at Raka's face. Because of the treatment of Adzam mas, lost already my authority in Raka's eyes.

" O Allah, may Raka not speak to Mama nor to Ririn." I said in my heart.

"Where's mom?"

" I'm still upstairs." I hesitated.

" That's your dad!" Mom pointed at the stairs.

Adzam walked in lethargy. You land crocodile!

Mas Adzam punched Raka slowly on the shoulder.

While Raka cengengesan laughs at Adzam mas.

We got into each other's cars, the atmosphere was still quiet. I threw my eyes towards the glass window.

While Dance is enjoying this journey. He had no idea how complicated life was in our household.

*****

After a few hours of travel, we finally arrived at my mother's house. In this city I was once happy and devastated.

A young woman welcomed us.

Raka hugged the woman, Oh yes it was Raka's wife. I met him a few times.

I shake hands with Raka's wife.

He hugged me tightly, "Welcome, ma'am." Sweep friendly.

I went into our room first. The room that once bore witness to my tears. The room that was a witness when I was depressed, the room that was a witness when I felt lonely. Not much has changed. Even my clothes are still neatly arranged in the closet. My picture and Dance are neatly displayed on the table in this room.

The huft! So many memories are dancing in my head.

My eyes condensed, making my sight my sight my myopic. There's a tightness squeezing my chest.

" Fi,"

Adzam's call surprised me.

I hid my wet face, I didn't want him to know what I was thinking.

Mas Adzam approached me.

" Crying?"

I didn't get to answer yet, he pulled me in his arms.

" Please, don't be sad!"

It hurt me so much that I was still crying.

Mas Adzam rubbed my shoulders many times, as if he gave me strength.

" God willing, I am strong." I took off Adzam's arms.

" Bath to fresh. Later if not tired, we take Tari for an afternoon walk." Mas Adzam rubbed the top of my head that was covered in a headscarf. Then he left me in this room. Not to forget, he also closed the door.

I haven't been in the bathroom yet, I heard the sound of Adzam's car leaving the courtyard area of my mother's house.

I went back to stroking my chest. Be patient! Mas Adzam is not yours.I was busy talking to myself.

After the shower I put on my best clothes, Dance I told you to take a shower. We are all gathered in the family room. While busy chatting, suddenly Mas Adzam came with Hanum.

The atmosphere was silent again, cold as snow.

Adzam broke the silence between us.

" Afi, can we go four for a minute?"

" That bitch is coming? crazy you Zam?" Mom started raising her voice.

" Ma," I got up and started getting ready. This is the time I've been waiting for."

Finally, after asking permission, our mother left.

Hanum took a seat in the middle with Tari. I didn't talk much I ended up sitting next to Mas Adzam.

After a twenty-minute drive we finally reached the Mall.

Mas Adzam took Tari, he was so enthusiastic to see the splendor of this Mall.

" Well, what's this called?" Tanya Dari glee.

" It's the Mall, baby." Mas Adzam.

We went inside the Mall, Hanum and I walked together.

Mas Adzam has gone with Tari. It's just me and Hanum.

I don't know where he pulled my hand and sat in a place to eat and drink.

He ordered two orange juices and two fried rice dishes.

" Fi," Call Hanum.

I just looked up for a moment.

" I'm sorry."

I was still silent, giving her a chance to talk first.

" There's something I want to tell you."

He paused for a moment. And apparently, he needed strength to start this conversation.

The huft! He's trying to rilex's.

" Fi, come back with Mas Adzam!" Her request.

My eyes are round. Even I was sipping orange juice almost spewed out of my mouth.

" I'm going to retreat from Adzam's life." Say again.

I looked at Hanum's face. Seek truth and truth from his words.

" I'm barren."

Huh!