Another Seed On My Wife's Womb
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At dinner I was able to see Novia coming out of her room and with puffy eyes. I decided to ignore it by choosing my own busy watching television.

"Vin's been eating yet?" I heard Novia asking me. But I still ignored him, as if I had not heard his voice. I don't know what was on his mind, he suddenly asked me to talk after a few days of ignoring me. Maybe he has realized that he is guilty and wants to make peace with me.

"Vin's been eating yet?"

Once again I heard Novia again question me. I did not reply again, I increased the volume of television I was watching. Intentionally I wanted to upset her, wanted to show Novia how it felt to be ignored.

I ignore the pregnant woman who is not my son. I can see Novia's sad face as well as her swollen eyes. Because of my ego, I don't ask any more. As hard as I can hold this tongue to ask to let the woman in my silence.

"Would I get you some food?" his words sounded friendly greeting my ears. I honestly miss Novia who is like now, the sweet Novia who always spreads her smile.

I'm still silent I put my mouth on the more I raise the volume of the television.

"Huh ..." There was one breath, maybe Novia was tired of my silence. Although my eyes were directed at the television, Novia took all of my focus.

Novia left where I was, maybe she gave up talking to me.

Novia may be starting to realize her guilt, but this is not what I really want. I need an apology from him and a confession about who the father of the baby is in the womb.

It struck me if Novia sold herself there, or perhaps Novia became a mistress of both the people and the sultan of Dubai. It could be that the money he sent all this time was the result of not really, maybe Novia was pregnant not my son not only this time, before it could also happen right?

Given the amount of money Novia had sent me so far was almost double that of her main jagi, I also asked her several times where the salary came from. I didn't think Novia was playing a prank I was afraid of Novia Khilaf or taking something that didn't belong to her. I don't think there's a shred of thought that Novia would betray herself.

Novia always said that the money she sent a lot because she was always overtime also doing other work, so her boss gave Novia a bonus every month. And damn it I just believed it when Novia said that. I love her so much that I always believe whatever my wife says.

I also guessed that Novia often made love, not without reason I accused her of that. It also happened when we dated first, when we rarely did Novia non-pregnant body intercourse, different when we often steal time and do body relations Novia pregnant my son. It can happen to Novia while away from me.

The magnitude of love, and the strength of my loyalty to him did not necessarily make Novia do the same thing, she seemed to stick a poisonous dagger in this chest, which at any time can lift my life.

Given the law of karma as well as what sentence you planted that you reap, as if hitting this chest. Could it be that everything that happened between me and Novia was in return for me too, the punishment of some of my sins in the past.

I often take Novia to my boarding house and persuade Novia with my various appeals to vent my animal lust. I got hooked after having a relationship for the first time with a girl I loved back then.

I also thought maybe this was my karma in the past, I impregnated Novia while Novia was in school, is this what parents felt in Novia at that time? Sad, angry and disappointed dominate.

But I'm not as cruel as Novia's parents, who kicked a young girl out of her house because of my fault. No, it was the most difficult time of our lives during a year of marriage.

Never mind expelling Novia, I often feel guilty when raising my voice in front of her. Yeah, that's how I love Novia.

I was also surprised by my own feelings. I don't know what I really want? Novia had also asked for a divorce from me was also willing to share the wealth that we have together, but I could not do that, again the love that I scapegoated.

Actually if I loved her, I could have forgiven Novia and considered the bastard as my son. But damn it I don't want a child that doesn't come from my seed.

I also could not ask Novia to abort the fetus, at least I know the law in my religion even though I am a careless person.

"You can be angry with me! Hating me, ignoring me or throwing me away"

"Who's throwing it here? You're the culprit you're the culprit for my broken heart Novia." I said between my teeth. Novia was silent a thousand languages before she spoke again, one breath she exhaled cleverly, no matter what was in her heart.

"OKAY. But you can't ignore your own stomach." Novia placed a plate of food on my lap casually. Didn't know that woman if I was angry when I heard the word throw away.

Pyr ...

I brushed off the plate that Novia had placed on my lap. Not only was Novia surprised by my actions, even myself was also shocked by this rude action. I didn't hurt Novia physically, but I'm sure novia hurt her.

"No papa. Just finish!" Novia smiled bitterly, the more I didn't understand her.

Not Novia crying, cursing or tricking me into a fight, the woman seemed calm and picked up a new meal for me.

"If you want to slam him again just slam." Novia put together food complete with side dishes. Then he chose to clean the dishes as well as the food that was scattered on the floor without saying anything.

I'm in lema, it hurts to see the woman I love cleaning up something I've ruined. When my heart wanted to stop Novia, another corner of my heart forbade, my high ego returned.

Only a plate that I broke, nothing compared to my heart that he managed to break.

"Eat! Don't you need energy to hurt me?"

I was a little confused by his words.

Without saying anything else Novia left me with silence.

I glanced at the food Novia had prepared for me. After all this time Novia wants to serve me again. Immediately I took it and I ate it, then I ate it tastefully.

After eating, I make sure to go to the kitchen afraid Novia has not eaten, I do not care about her, I do not want to be considered a despotic husband.

After making sure the television was off, I entered Novia's room, I no longer occupied the master room while sleeping, I prefer to be in Novia's room only.

Before I get on the bed, I look at that pretty face first. It also looks damp with a drop of fluid in the corner of his eye. Is Novia crying again?

I touched the fluid that was pooled in the corner of his eye, to make sure my pradug. And it turns out that it was really tears.

Let it be, maybe crying quietly behind my back is already Novia's new hobby right now.

I don't want to get dizzy. I lay this body down in Novia's side.

"Novia ... Novia ..." I called him, to make sure Novia was asleep. It's safe for me to hug her.