Wrong Uterus
Chapter 12

"Assalamu ‘alaikum warahmatullah” Arman turned to the right followed by Syifa then again said the same word when turning to the left.

Both of their hands looked up, saying a prayer to the creator of the universe. Suddenly Syifa tears flowed when she felt she had made a mistake in her domestic relationship.

Allahumma inni a’zu bika minal jubni wa a'udzu bika minal bukhli wa a’zu bika min ardzalil 'umuri wa a’zu bika min fitnatid dunya wa 'adzabil qabri.

The prayer was recited in a clean manner. Syifa's tears were flowing.

O God, I feel so sinful toying with such a sacred marriage. There was no love accompanying our marriage, but my heart trembled as the mother of a priest who wanted to improve himself in your path. Give us the best way for the end of this marriage, no matter what happens, I will be sincere, inner Syifa.

Rabbana, atina fid dunya hasanah, wa fil endati hasanah, wa qina adzaban nar.

Arman who had finished praying turned to look at Syifa, he frowned when he saw the woman crying without a sound. "Syifa are you okay?"

Hearing the question, Syifa immediately wiped away her tears. She smiled again, grabbed Arman's hand and kissed him.

Arman was quite surprised when Syifa suddenly kissed his hand. For so long he had not experienced such a situation. So soothing and feeling alive again.

"You haven't answered my question, why are you crying?" ask Arman again.

Syifa raised her head that had been bowed. In the face of the black netra that seemed so sharp, the priest now increasingly makes his heart restless, he is afraid to drift in his own feelings.

"Ah, I was just too solemn when I prayed earlier. Biasa, I'm too slow when dealing with God." He immediately stood up from his sitting position while opening his face and skirt. "I'm going to cook for our dinner, while I wait for the day."

"You want to cook? Indeed, in the kitchen there are groceries, since yesterday we only order online," said Arman.

"Ah right too, do we order online again?" ask Syifa back.

*M*tell him that time was very good, besides I was tired of eating restaurant cuisine, Arman said.

"Finished prayers Isya later we go to the supermarket to buy groceries, for a while you cook, later I will find a maid," said Arman.

"Shopping? ... All right, but since Cabay is hungry, I'll eat some bread first" Syifa said, stepping out of the room.

Arman immediately folded up his peace and followed Syifa who had left the place first. "Shyifa!"

Syifa who was about to step down the stairs turned back when she heard the voice of her husband calling her. "Why Mas?"

Arman was confused as to why he called Syifa. "Oh that .. as a prospective father on standby, I just want to come eat bread with Cabay, come on." He stepped past Syifa down the stairs to the ground floor.

Meanwhile Syifa was still there looking at the husband who was stepping down. He felt astonished because Arman suddenly just called him for no apparent reason.

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At half-five in the morning, Syifa woke up, she immediately went out of the room to the study room where Arman was asleep. He slowly opened the door of the office.

She saw her sleeping husband curled up on the sofa. "That's so hard, it turns out he's sleeping like this." Syifa immediately stepped over and sat down on the edge of the sofa. "Mas let's get up, let's pray at dawn."

Arman complained slowly and then suddenly pulled Syifa to lie in his arms. Unconscious, he hugged his wife so tightly.

Of course Syifa was very surprised he tried to break away but Arman further tightened his embrace. "Mas, let me go."

"I miss you, I miss you so much. Don't leave me again, Chyntia."

Deg.

Syifa no longer tried to break away He let Arman embrace her because they were already halal to touch each other.

Despite feeling unappreciated as a wife, Syifa always made herself aware of the original purpose of this marriage.

It seemed like Mas Arman was so lonely, he was able to cover everything perfectly. Although I am only a stranger but I hope to make Mas Arman rearrange his life, and not continue to dissolve in sadness. Yes, for at least these nine months, I must help him rise before we part, inner Syifa.

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At six o'clock in the morning Arman opened his eyes when he felt the sunlight pouring in from the window slit. He wondered why his body was covered in blankets.

"I remember last night not wearing a blanket." Not wanting to continue struggling in his own mind Arman immediately rose from his lying position and came out of the study.

When he went down the stairs to the ground floor he smelled the aroma of cooking that was so stinging that it made his stomach increasingly rumbling.

Sure enough when he reached the kitchen the wife was already there struggling with the pot and stove. A sight he had never seen again in four years.

"You can cook in the morning, not throw up again?" arman asked as he stood beside Syifa.

"Oh no longer, it looks like the medicine given by Annisa's doctor is very effective, I'm not weak anymore as before" Syifa replied as she continued her activity cooking fried rice.

Arman just nodded in understanding then switched to opening the refrigerator to fetch drinking water. "Oh yes, today your brother will start working, want to come to the company?"

Syifa did not immediately answer, he thought if to the company of Arman it means he will meet with the Word. I don't know, now everything feels so awkward when once Word was the person he always prayed for in a third of the night.

"Would you like to come or not, not bored at home?" ask Arman to be sure.

"I'm not bored, Mom. In this house there are many facilities that make me feel at home" replied Syifa.

Arman's eyes squinted sharply when he saw Syifa's behavior. "You're afraid to meet the Word, aren't you?"

A long sigh rang out from Syifa's mouth. "Little bit. However we were close to getting married and our relationship ended in a less than good way, so it's better now that I avoid."

Seeing Syifa's face that suddenly turned sad, Arman became curious about something. "You still love him?" The question was thrown away, somehow Arman felt so curious, even though he tried not to care.

"My love for Mas Firman was over when I officially became Arman's wife. Although our relationship is only based on agreement but I respect Mas as my husband" Syifa said without hesitation.

Arman was silent again. He felt so slapped every time Syifa talked about the feeling. "I never limit your feelings, just calm down. You can fall in love with anyone, but remember not to be in a relationship, because you are now my wife."

Turns out he really doesn't care, inner Syifa.

"Well, then can I fall in love with my own husband?"

Pfftts.

So shocked Arman to squirt all the water in his mouth.

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