I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Waves

PART OF THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REMOVED

Rena threw one of her pillows. This time, however, towards the Panji. Almost hit his head. Thankfully not.

The pennant is not angry. There is no energy for that anymore. The passion of his life was as if it had been revoked by God since the accident that befell his wife a few days ago.

The baby candidate was taken for granted. God has not entrusted a child to him or may never trust him again. Rena can't get pregnant anymore.

The pennant picked up the pillow lying in front of his feet. He stood up from his seat. He approached the bed where his wife was. I want it to be calming. However, Panji gets rejected even before touching his wife. The banner then stops only until it returns the pillow to its original position.

"I swear by my own life. You will only be able to stay with me for at least the next year. After that, you will divorce me and look for another woman who can give you offspring" Rena shouted as she pointed at her husband's face.

"Shut up!" The banner holds Rena's fingers. "Don't mess with the vows."

"Indeed I was that brave to play around with vows, with my life at stake. You just found out?" Rena slightly raised her chin. He challenged with confidence. Panji's touch was no longer able to melt his heart.

"If I wanted to find another woman and remarry, I would have desperately asked the doctor to save our son. Not you!" The lips of the banner vibrate. He wanted to scream but was arrested. Wanting to cry but ashamed of his nature as a man, a person known to be strong. "Speaking makes me feel like a killer now."

"Get out!" tell Rena with a heavy voice.

Panji complied with his wife's request. Slowly he headed for the door outside after cleaning up the items scattered in the room.

"I'll ask the doctor when you can go home" Panji closed as he closed the door.

The pennant picked up a cigarette inside his pants pocket with a hand that seemed to tremor, trembling. He ignited the fire to its end. He smoked that cigarette deep.

The pennant will usually stop after three suction but this time it does not. The cigarette was half left. However, Panji continued.

Panji's eyes aren't focused. I don't know where he looked. It was like he was in a great emergency.

Panji decided to sit on the stairs for a moment. While smoking, he thought. But that door is open. A familiar face reappeared before him with a phone in his ear.

"Reuni High School? Next week?" dhea asked flatly at her interlocutor on the other end of the phone. His eyes expressionlessly looked at Panji before him. Dhea was not surprised or did not show it. "Indeed how many people are in Bandung?"

"About seven people. Including you and Panji to nine," Dara Dhea on the other end of the phone. "Oh yeah, you're okay, right if Panji comes too? I haven't called him yet."

"It's okay, Ra. Maybe Panji can't come." Dhea slightly raised the volume of her voice. He hoped Panji would hear it.

The phone call ended. However, Dhea's eyes were still not separated from Panji who began to let his cigarette billow by the free air.

"Friends of High School in Bandung want reunion. You wanna come?" ask Dhea suddenly.

"What?" Panji couldn't believe that Dhea had asked him to speak first.

SERIATE....