Wife Candidate for My Husband
Part 1's

This story is just a mere fiction, if there is a similarity of the scene, storyline and characters, it is just an element of unintentionality

Tears were breaking nonstop, as the piece of paper that was in my palm revealed a statement. I'm barren.

My heart was broken, like a broken piece of shard from being hit. What can I do? Besides crying, let out all the disappointments through tears.

I don't know what would happen if my husband found out. Maybe he'll feel the same. Disillusioned.

In any case, I have to tell my husband. Mas Wawan's.

I'll brush off all the bad thoughts, no matter what response I have to accept. As a woman, I can only cope with circumstances.

[Mas, we're dinner tonight, yuk!] I typed it word for word with trembling hands. I have to tell you the truth.

[Good, Deck. Work first so that quickly go home (emot lips manyun)] reply.

Before Mas Wawan arrived, I took the initiative to prepare warm water for him to take a bath. That way, I hope he feels a little happy and when I tell him that bitter statement, he is not too disappointed.

Not long after, the sound of a car drove towards the front of the house. "It must be Wawan."

I'll open the door soon. The smile he showed me, he approached me ....

"Assalamu'alaikum, Deck!" Before I answered his greeting, I nodded and kissed the back of his hand.

"Waalaikumussalam, Mas."

Is it worth it to say I'm selfish? All of those statements would fade his smile, his attention and his affection. I don't think I'll be able to face all that.

My mind's raging. I'll try to cut myself off, but I can't. I want to cry, scream and disappear from the world.

"Mas, I'm ready for a warm bath." I put a smile on my lips, to cover up my anxiety.

"Thank you, yeah, Deck. You are the most considerate wife. I love you ...."

'Unable to resist the crying, I tightly embraced his body. And I felt, her expression of love was so sincere.

"Why cry?" tanya Mas Wawan's.

Finding someone like him is hard. Rarities.

Maybe there is only one in the world, for me. 

"The smell of sweat, you know, Deck. If hugged, when's the bath?"

"Hm! When else can I hug Mas kayak gini? It is rare at home. The night goes home." Sejurus spoiled I took out.

"Even though every night you continue to hug. Not loose."

Jem! Masa, anyway? I never felt.

"When?" My cheeks are hot, embarrassed. Is my sleep that comfortable hugging him, until I don't remember.

"Every night, honey. You, you sleep. I won't remember." 

"Mass ...!" I pinched his waist and turned around to prepare warm water which might have been rather cold due to the slowness. More precisely, it hides a red hue on the cheeks.

My marriage with Mas Wawan is still a corn, intimacy is still very intertwined. Like a newlywed in general.

If it is like this, all the sadness is instantly gone. And I almost forgot the plan to say the statement on that piece of paper.

"Am I hiding, yes, the letter. So that Mas Wawan does not know the truth?"

While waiting for Mas Wawan to finish bathing, I was a little dressed in front of the dressing table. It is appropriate, when walking with the husband looks beautiful. Looking for the right clothes to wear, can. Tosca colored gown combined with matching color hijab.

As I circled in front of the mirror, it turned out from the door of Mas Wawan watching me. "Beautiful, Deck" he said

"Mas from earlier saw me? Shame to know."

"No papa, Deck. You belong to everything."

If not quickly diverted, it could be different again this story. I was wearing clothes for my husband. But, my stomach hurts so much ....