Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 6

6

I also left Hanum's house. To be honest I'm not sure Hanum will accept my ridiculous request.

Let Hanum think I'm crazy. For the sake of happiness, Adzam and his family, I am willing to share my husband with my own best friend.

Miris indeed, I who just have to accept a destiny like this.

The car entered the yard, I got off the car. There are two pairs of sandals in front of my house. Who's coming? My mind is busy wondering.

I pulled the bell, before long the door opened. Ririn's face poked out behind the door.

I say hello. Ririn hugged me.

Always so, sister-in-law but feeling a sibling. I loved her so much.

" Where are you from?" Spoiled ask.

" There's business for a while, uda lama coming? Who's the deck?" I stepped in.

" Same with mom. " He followed me from behind.

I saw Adzam and Mama in front of the tv.

" Ma, old uda? How can you tell Afi if you want to come?" I kissed my mama's cheek.

" Sleep at home, so Mama took Ririn to your house." Answer mama relax.

" It's a good thing that Adzam is at home if you don't feel sorry mama is disappointed." I replied again.

" Clean clean, that's what we eat. Mama bought some soup." Mama said.

I say goodbye to cleaning myself.

Fresh! That's how I feel after a shower.

Then, I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The smell of soup is coming out, my stomach is already willing to protest.

" Ma, let's have dinner! It's uda ready." Call me

Mas Adzam, mama and Ririn are already gathered at the dinner table.

We enjoyed this dinner with great service.

After finishing eating mama told Ririn to take care, while I was invited by mama to the front, he said there was something to discuss.

I can guess where this conversation is going.

And I'm sure, Mas Adzam has told mama about this.

We sat back in the family room.

As long as I come home, Mas Adzam has nothing to say to me. Wonder what's wrong with him.

" Fi, have you been serious about your decision to let Adzam remarry with your best friend?" Ask mom without saying anything.

" I'm serious ma. Everything I do is best for our family. Especially for Adzam. This family will have a successor."

" But mama never insisted on having children of you." Mam ngenggot.

My mother did not accept my decision.

" Mommy is the perfect mom for me, I'm happy to meet this family. Let Afi sacrifice once for this family ma!"

Today I will make sure that no tears come out, until they have no doubt about my decision.

" Then, what's your decision? You take everything?" mam stared at Mas Adzam sharply.

Adzam looked at me and my mother in turn. " Adzam agreed ma, Insha Allah Adzam will be fair. And all these decisions are on Afi's plan. Isn't that Fi?" Ask Adzam for support.

I just nodded. When asked about my heart, I can't share my husband with another woman. But for our happiness, let me be the one who is hurt. And I should know myself if I'm barren.

Mama scratched her own forehead.

" Dizziness mama look at you guys. If you are not ready to share your husband. This is you're asking your husband to marry again." The voice and face of my mother were angry with both of us.

The atmosphere of silence enveloped us. No one opened the chatter to melt the snow between the three of us.

I just looked down at the red carpet, Mas Adzam tapped his finger on the floor, while mom was still kneeling.

Suddenly Ririn came to us

" A wanna have some tea? Let Ririn make it."

But Ririn's offer we didn't gubris. We are engrossed in each other's thoughts.

" Hellow.... Why is it like a gini grave, so deserted." Ririn half shouted.

I raised my head, looking at Ririn.

Ririn became all wrong because of our gaze.

" We go home to Rin, like mama's high blood is coming back." Mom got up from her seat.

" Get me the mama bag!"

Ririn obeyed my mother's request, but from her face she was still confused. Because we are not like we are usually like this.

Mom left us without saying goodbye.

Forgive Afi ma.

Mas Adzam closed the door, He passed by without speaking leaving me alone here.

It hurts, that's how I feel.

Mas Adzam came into our room, without taking me.

I feel tired today added attitude mama and mas Adzam who silenced me.

Without asking for tears to come down rushing to flow on my cheeks.

I took my phone, mellowed songs added to the sadness in my heart.

🎶🎶

I was sick but never this sick

Because it was love but never this deep

I want all your love just for me

Indeed I do not want you to share for another heart🎶

I lay my body on the couch, covered it with a blanket. Tired of my heart, tired of my inner being.

Mother.. If I could get to know you and have you, maybe I could share my hard time with you.

Mother.where are you..

I miss you all the time...

Mother..Ibu....

My screams were held back, only my shoulders were shaken.

Whether because of tired or drowsiness that attacks, I finally fell asleep too.

All I realized when I woke up, I was already in the room, in our soft bed. I didn't even notice when I moved into this room.

My husband seemed to be sleeping beside me. A soft snoring accompanied his sleep. I hugged her body until she woke up. Maybe his sleep was disturbed because of me.

He kissed my forehead and hugged me tighter. Tonight we slept hugging, as if afraid of losing each other.

Mom, today you're all mine. But, as time went on I should be able to accept that you were noticed by other women, served by other women, embraced by other women and even shared a blanket with other women. I close my eyes to all the memories tonight.

**************

Roosters start crowing, the sign of the morning begins to come.

I woke up Mas Adzam, told him to take a bath and immediately perform the prayer at the mosque.

Mas Adzam rubbed his eyes, then sat down.

After feeling his life gathered all he went to the bathroom.

You guys, just take a shower forget to bring a towel.

I'll make sure he screams soon.

And sure enough, "The... The towel!" yelled Adzam from the bathroom.

I took a towel and handed it to her. Not forgetting the scolding from my mouth slid freely.

He only heard a grin, similar to kebo downstairs.

I laughed to myself.

Mas Adzam prepared to go to the mosque, while I prepared to pray at home. There is a peaceful tone when it has done the duties of Muslims.

********

This morning I did not cook, because the need was exhausted. So this morning I just wanted to have breakfast chicken porridge.

I took the bowl and brought it to the front. While waiting for the porridgeist, I took some water and watered the damp plants that were beginning to wilt like myself.

From a distance, it looks like Adzam is walking.

There was a sense of pain in my chest seeing it like that. Soon he will share his time for breakfast with me.