Wrong Uterus
Chapter 27

Shila clasped the pen tightly in her hand, she snorted in annoyance but could not reply to Syifa's words. It seemed like she had just gotten mental, because in her view Syifa was only a weak woman who had taken refuge behind Arman.

Syifa sat on the husband's seat. In his view a picture frame of Chyntia's longest memories there. He was not angry because he was aware of his position now.

But he began to wonder where their marriage would go down. When the captain of a ship does not also sound, until when they will sail if it does not reach the edge.

"Shyfa?"

Hearing the husband's voice, Syifa immediately wiped away her tears. "Oh yes, you're done with the meeting." He walked over to the husband who had just entered the room.

"Yes, I had an important meeting. Incidentally it was lunchtime, let's eat together, "Arman grabbed Syifa's hand and led her to sit on the big sofa in the room.

Syifa's gaze continued to be on the husband who was busy opening the box of supplies that he prepared this morning. "It's only for one man Mas, our time for two, later you are not full. I'll just eat at home."

Arman turned his head while frowning. "Food is not just about being full, but what moment you go through while enjoying it. You don't want to eat one place with me?"

The tightness in the chest began to wash out, Syifa really could not help her feelings that continued to grow even though she herself did not know what the end would be. "Which wife will reject the husband's invitation, I will always say yes to Mas Arman's will."

Looking at Arman and looking at him, Syifa scooped up the rice and side dishes and directly aimed at the front of Arman's mouth. "This is one form of small attention when eating with the husband, let's open his mouth."

Arman willingly opened his mouth and directly devoured the food in front of him. He did not know from when but Syifa made his heart pounding become unbecoming. "So son, you're good at cooking."

The curvature of the smile was again drawn on Syifa's face, at least there was still a reason for her to persist in uncertainty. "Alhamdulilah, then I make mass every day."

"Hem, I love your homemade anchovy balado, vegetable asem and tilapia sauce. You are indeed the best housewife chef, I so think twice about looking for a maid, because I can only eat if you cook," said Arman with great enthusiasm, it seemed that he had started to enjoy the circumstances that he had doubted his survival.

"Mas could have." Syifa again spoons food for her husband. His heart was upset but seeing the treatment of his husband he could smile again.

"Oh yeah, where are you from? You don't usually come here." asked Arman with a mouthful of food.

" Oh that's me ...." Syifa seemed hesitant to answer, not without reason, she just did not want Arman to misunderstand. But back again, as a wife abstained for her to lie.

"So I met Mas Firman," Syifa said in the end.

Deg.

"Yes Mas. Don't get me wrong, Firman asked Dad to do business, because I didn't agree so I went there. I've been trying to ask permission but Mas didn't pick up the phone, again I'm sorry."

Syifa seems so sorry after telling everything but she will be more sorry if Arman knows from others.

Arman looked at Syifa who was currently bowed beside him. He never blamed the wife for the current situation but somehow there was one feeling that made him not willing if Syifa met the Word. "Are you just picking up Dad or having a chat with the Word?"

"Yes, we talked for a while" Syifa replied bluntly.

Arman looked at Syifa getting serious. He looked back at Syifa who was still sitting beside him. "Can you tell me, what are you talking about?"

Syifa straightened her head looking at her husband with teary eyes. He didn't want to tell her everything, but seeing Arman's gaze, he knew he'd get into bigger trouble if he hid it all.

"We had a chance to argue the matter of Father, until finally Mas Firman said .. if I am a nobody in the eyes of Mas Arman, he said, forever I will only be a shadow over Mas Arman's love for the late Chyntia."

Finally Syifa's heart was delivered. Arman's expression was indisputable, he was shocked when he heard the words of the wife. Maybe he was too late in the mood that began to grow love flowers.

To the extent that he forgets if there is a status that must be clarified so as not to hang and feel unthinkable. At this time Arman grasped the hand of the wife tightly, I don't know what he will say.

"I'm sorry for making you hear something like that. Chyntia is a part of the past and no one can dispute that. But the more days I realized, that I would regret letting you go. By God's permission, let me love you, Syifa."

There are no words Syifa can say. He hugged Arman tightly as he continued sobbing.

O Allah, if indeed he is the end of my journey, let us be happy above the doubts of others, the inner Syifa.

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