Can I borrow your womb?
May I Borrow Your Womb 9

That post must be for me. Hanum. I HOPE I CAN BORROW YOUR WOMB FOR OUR CHILDREN LATER Hope I'm inward.

The night began to creep, desolate decorating my night.

If one day Mas Adzam gets married to Hanum then I have to get used to this.

Maybe he will come home once every three days, once a week, once a month, once a month, once a year or even will not go home again. I have to be ready for everything that will happen in the future.

Drowsiness comes attacking, I turn off the room lights replace it with a dimmer light. I pulled the blanket over half my body.

I finally fell asleep in my sleep.

I don't know how long I slept.

I woke up because my throat was itchy and I wanted to take a drink.

To my surprise, I did not find my husband sleeping next to me. The clock showed at two in the morning.

I got up and stepped out of the room. The doors of the Mas Adzam workspace are still tightly closed. I walk sagging.

My heart is now covered with suspicion.

Is Adzam cheating on me behind my back? I peeked at Adzam from the gap of the key.I close my ears to the door but I did not hear anything suspicious.

I slowly opened the unlocked door.

Mas Adzam was asleep with his head placed on a table with his hands.

Adzam's laptop is still on.

Oh, my God, sleep here anyway... I grumbled to myself. I shook Adzam's body, "Gold up!"

Mas Adzam rubbed his eyes.It seems his life has not been collected entirely.

" The carrier..!"

His words made me laugh loudly.

" Don't bejanda mas, the body of a big kebo asked to be carried the same wife whose size is only selidi yo ndak able I dudu spec your dream" I said while singing.

Adzam turned off his laptop.

Adzam and I went out to our private room. Not forgetting that he closed the door to his office.

I brought our room drinks. Mas Adzam had laid his body on the bed, I followed him. Mas Adzam hasn't slept the same as me.

I pulled the blanket over half my body, hoping that drowsiness would come to attack me. I tilted my body against the wall of the room, something I have rarely done since I became Adzam's wife.

" That's.." Mas Adzam patted my back.

" Hmm..?"

" Uda's sleeping?" ask her.

" Dare again." I said briefly.

" Talk first, mas so no drowsiness." he poked my waist.

" Geli mas.." I turned my body towards Mas Adzam.

We stared at each other, until I raised one eyebrow, "What did you talk about?"

" If I remarry, I can't accompany you every night. Are you ready? Do you dare to be in this house alone?" He looked at me inside.

" All that I thought was cooking. You don't have to worry, the important thing is that you're happy." I tried to expel all the turmoil of Mas Adzam.

" Must I be happy?" tanyanya.

" Hem erratized, we're both uh wrong the three of us are happy. Me, you and Hanum." I said confidently.

He stroked my face, "I'm sorry, I've put you in a situation like this. If you still want to change your mind please! That's what I expect." whispered.

I just shook my head.

I cannot retreat, once forward. Like a shower if it is wet, yes wet, I thought in my heart.

" Sleep yuk!" take me.

We closed our eyes hoping for a good dream to come between us.

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

This morning the sun was shining so bright. Adzam has gone to his office.

I sent a short message to Hanum.

(Assalamu'alaikum Hanum, so see you later?) send

I tapped on the glass table in the living room. Can't wait to get a reply from Hanum.

One minute, five minutes, up to fifteen minutes my message has not been responded to.

I take a towel, a shower might make me fresh and think clearly.

This time I really enjoyed taking a shower, almost fifteen minutes in the bathroom.

After that I put myself in light makeup.

Thank God it is finished.

I took my phone back and there was no reply from Hanum. Is Hanum still busy? I tried to think positively, because Hanum was an educator in elementary school.

This is how I live without children. When my husband works, I am confused about what to do.

The house is done, the fabric is neat, the husband's work permit does not get it.

I occasionally attend a study. Five years of such activity I routinely do.

Bored! that's what I think.

Just try it first after marriage I was immediately pregnant, maybe now my son's age has run 3-4 years.

Maybe right now I'm seducing her to drink milk, maybe I'm picking up a toy that's been scattered on the floor, maybe I'm trying to put her to bed.

The huft! I let out a breath.

I feel my stomach flat.

Unbeknownst to Adzam, I was often angry to see this flat stomach. Not infrequently I hit and swear at this flat stomach.

I want to be like my married friends with an enlarged belly as a sign of pregnancy.

Even at the beginning of the wedding dozens of testpacks I bought to check my pregnancy.

And now I'm on the verge of exhaustion, disappointment, even I've had a crisis of confidence.

How come every time we came to the Adzam mas office, so many people were asking the question, 'How many children?' why don't you have kids in KB? or more sad they often pity me and Adzam. Poor yes when they are perfect couples who are beautiful women who are handsome men but do not have children.MANDUL.

That's what makes me not want 8kut again at the Adzam mas office. My ears are about to explode listening to the nyinyir ramblings of Adzam employees about the two of us.

And now mas Adzam never talk about and invite me if there is an office event.

He'll call me home late if there's an event in his office.

Trings....

The voice of the message from the phone broke my daydream.

Hanum's name is on the screen.

I opened the message in the green app.

(Later after the child came home from school I stopped by your house.you were left home?)

I immediately replied to Hanum's pesab.

(Okay, I'm waiting for your arrival .all of us have lunch together at my house)

I pressed the send button.

Before long came the thumbs up sign from Hanum.

I hurried to get my wallet, out of the house waiting for the vegetable vendor to pass by.

And I seem to have fared. Not long in waiting for vegetable kang finally passed.

" Kang." call me to wave.

The vegetable kang stopped, "Buy what neng? Coincidentally the vegetables and fish are fresh" said the vegetable seller.

I saw a vegetable cart, full of fresh fish and vegetables.

Want to cook Rendang beef but afraid not to be overtaken time. Finally my choice is crab, squid, shellfish, shrimp and corn. Cooking seafood is much easier and practical.

I bought a little so that later it could be delivered to the house of the mother-in-law.

Now I've been struggling with my cooking.

This cuisine is served sincerely. Hope Hanum brings happy news to our little family.

yes! I'm finally done cooking.

The clock on the wall showed twelve o'clock.

Not to forget I called Adzam to come home and eat with me and Hanum. Adzam refused on awkward grounds, but I begged and seduced him until he finally collapsed. I also called Ririn to pick up the seafood that I had cooked, but still warm.

Shortly after I heard the roar of Ririn's motorbike, I opened the door. Not to forget cipika cipiki.

He was not long in my house because he wanted to have an event with his college friends.

After Ririn left I immediately put on my makeup and changed clothes to make it fresher and fragrant.

Tock.tok..

Someone knocked on the door.

Maybe Hanum?

I ran small opening the door.

There's a face I know. Hanuman. We also hugged. I let him in and we sat down at the dinner table.

" Uda's hungry, huh?" my many.

" Yes, let alone the aroma of your cooking uda seliweran in my nose" he said without embarrassment.

I arranged the dishes and seafood in front of Hanum. Not long after Adzam came home. I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

Don't forget I introduced Hanum to Mas Adzam.

Hanum cupped his hands to his chest. He and Adzam are not muhrim I understand that.

We finally ate well. Seen on the faces of Hanum and Adzam mas there was awkwardness and I tried to melt the atmosphere.

After eating, I don't want to be stale anymore.

" Hanum, may I borrow your womb? I asked seriously.