HUSBAND OF ONE WOMB
CHAPTER 2

The birds chirping in the morning are able to relax the tired mind that continues to stuff Nafisa's mind. Nugrah Prawira new husband, old one hundred in the heart of Nafisa. The handsome man with a stiff character was quite draining the emotions of ayu women in the class of Nafisa.

With a refined voice Nafisa offers her new husband for breakfast.

"breakfast first!"

He asked politely

"Sorry mbk! Nug can't have breakfast with mbak, Nug there's a meeting this morning!"

Nug replied as he left the dining table.

"Ooo, don't papa mas, if so Naf bring you supplies huh?"

Bargaining spirit

"Don't hurry me"

With haste Nugra stepped. But Nafisa called him back, the man exasperatedly sighed harshly.

"Please wait"

"What else is it?"

Nafisa approached Nugra and raised her hand to greet her husband

"Greetings first I said rikuh"

"O yes, forgot"

Nugra just realized.

With a swift Nugra welcomed the hand of Nafisa, the hand was flake and displace the kekenig Nugra.

"Assalamualaikum mbak, Nug go first"

Nafisa just silently pecked, while swallowing her saliva that felt fiber. The woman was shocked, at the treatment of Nugra who kissed her hands respectfully. As was his custom when Nafisa was still his sister-in-law.

Without answering the woman flipped her body while closing the door, she pressed her chest firmly to relieve the pain that began to seep in her veins. How not, Nugra really doesn't consider him a wife.

The feeling of tightness was again present, considering that the pain was not swallowed by the man he loved so much. Naf used to feel the same way. His memory goes back to the events of three years ago, where a girl who adored him secretly, was looking at his idol from the garden chair not far from Nafisa sitting

With nosy Lidya surprised him

"Hayo! watch out for him again, huh?"

Lidya sok tau. But timidly finally Nafisa answered honestly, she could not bear her own feelings, which continued to disturb her mind. Nafisa needs a place to tell stories.

"Kok you know?"

"Tau dong, every day I noticed that you like the lyrics."

Secretary, Nafisa's face is in shame.

"I'm amazed by him, Lid. Even that admiration turned into love"

Saying honest breathing.

"Oo ho! Okay, just calm down. Serahin's with Lidya, everything's fine"

Lidya sok okay

After a week of peeping, staring, Lidya meets the man Nafisa loves in the campus cafeteria

"Mas can have a minute!"

pinta lidya on that handsome guy. The man was astonished. He scrunched his forehead, looking at the girl he was talking to.

"You talking to me?"

ask her back, pointing at her own body.

"Yes, my mom"

replied Lidya while pointing, towards the man with a sharp nose.

"Can. Please sit!"

The handsome man said politely. No need to talk Lidya directly, the main ketopic.

"Gini mas, there is a friend of mine who likes the same mas, beautiful people are good and smart!

do I want to know my best friend?"

Said lidya at length along the cork rope. The man looked up, with his flat face he replied firmly.

"I'm sorry I'm not interested in your friend, I already have a woman of choice"

The man's words made Nafisa's heart sad. Without them realizing it, Nafisa heard all the answers of the man she loved so much, it felt ashamed that the man firmly rejected Lidya's offer. Nafisa quickly turned over and ran away from the canteen.

Since that time Nafisa continued to avoid if Nafisa met the man of her tribe, she did not want to meet face to face with the man, what else to see, Naf was very avoidant. Let her love and feelings be her own mind.

In the middle of his daydream

Nafisa was shocked when her phone rang loudly, at a glance she saw the call on the flat screen.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am! momhow are you? "

Say polite breath

"Waalaikumsalam Naf, how are you healthy to ndhuk?"

Ask her mother about her daughter.

Spoiled talk

"Alhamdulillah! mom is also healthy, Gimana Nugra, the treatment is good right you?"

Ask her mother to investigate

"Mas Nugra is good for Naf!"

The answer lies

"Alhamdulillah. Remember you nduk, respect your husband, don't mind him being your brother-in-law, you want to be alone"

The mother reminded.

"Yes ma'am, Naf knows"

Answer the gentle breath

"Yes, if that's the case, mother is just a mastiin if the mother's child is all right"

Said the mother, then the phone connection was cut off.

Nafisa resumed her delayed activities due to her long mass reverie. Not feeling the sun coming down from the singasan, dark began to pick up the night. Nafisa was sitting in the room waiting for her husband to come home.

Shortly heard the sound of her husband's sturdy footsteps, Nafisa swiftly welcomed Nugra's hand, helping to carry her husband's briefcase.

"Let Naf help bring the bag, yeah mas."

Without answering, Nugra gave her the bag, with Nafisa receiving Nugra's briefcase immediately. After receiving her husband's bag Nafisa immediately flanked Nugra's hand, Nafisa gently kissed her husband's hand, while greeting.

"Assalamualaikum mas"

With a shocked face Nugra stared at Nafisa sharply. Then answered his greeting in a flat voice as it passed leaving Nafisa just like that. With a feeling of nano-nano Nafisa trailed her husband's steps. Arriving at Nafisa's room preparing casual clothes for her husband. As is his habit when he was with the late Pram.

"Bath first, let Naf prepare dinner for us, change clothes mas, Naf put on the bed yes"

The breath tells.

After saying that, Nafisa came out towards the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of them. While in the room still with a towel wrapped around his waist Nugra sat on the side of the bed. With a raging heart. Disappointment is still imprinted in the heart of Nugra.

The hurt feeling when he remembered his beloved woman was edited by the person he loved the most. He took a deep breath, Nugra tried to neutralize his lingering heart. While at the dining table Nafisa restless waiting for Nugra who did not come out of the room. Nafisa stepped up intending to call the husband. Nafisa slowly opened the brown door. His head began to look inside, his mouth moving to call the husband.

"Cock bag long baaa..nget"

Said Nafisa stammering. Nugra who was daydreaming looked at Nafisa in wonder, his eyebrows raised

"What's wrong mbak.? embarrassed to see me like a gini, usual ajalah, like never seen anyone with a towel. Wasn't Pram ever like this?"

Nugra said while sneering at Nafisa. The man was cold and his mouth was as spicy as bon chilli.

Nugra's words were not responded to by Nafisa, with a heart not because Nafisa left the room to the dining room. The woman again remembered the husband, if finished bathing must be the deceased always sits casually on the edge of the bed, not directly wearing his clothes.

Before long Nugra down and join at the dining table, Nugra stared at Nafisa at a glance, visible from the corner of his eyes the woman was crying.

"Why are you crying? Regret marrying me?"

Spicy Nugra. Nafisa looked at her husband, then shook her head weakly.

"Nothing I should regret"

"Then why are you crying, ma'am?"

Nugra asked annoyed.

"Naf, miss my mom"

Nafisa's lying. The woman painstakingly spooned the rice onto her husband's plate. While the man snorted at Nafisa's reply.

"Enough"

Nugra flat.

Naf stopped following her husband's instructions.

They began to eat in silence, somehow Nafisa's tears kept flowing, suddenly she missed a moment like this with her late husband. Nugra who saw that was furious. Nugra knew his wife was remembering the sweet memories of her deceased mas.

Unexpectedly, Nugra slammed his spoon onto the plate. Until that voice echoed. The breath was shocked.

"Here you are, do not continue to cry Pram, If you want to cry please go, not here the place. Dining table where people eat, not a place to remember the massalu"

Nugra was upset. The man got up leaving the remaining rice in his plate.

Naf stared at the burly ridge which started to disappear. Naf knew he was wrong, but Naf had tried her hardest to hold her tears that were just as sassy as they were from the clear net. Nafisa got up from her seat she followed her husband to the room.

"I'm sorry, mom. Naf, I don't mean to offend you."

Nugra stared at Nafisa flat.

"I know, you love Pram. Can you not show it to me"

Pinta Nugra is firm.

"I'm sorry if my attitude hurt you!"

Nugra did not answer, the man covered his face with a pillow and tilted his body to Nafisa's back.

His breath held, until his chest cavity felt light. Naf was lying on a bed that felt cold without warmth, almost five months of marriage passed, but there was still no visible development. Nungra still could not accept his status as a husband. Even the man still considered Nafisa as his sister-in-law. There is nothing more painful when our status is not considered.