Dream Womb
A message

(Sweden Andre)

Seeing Keysha who was silent without a word while continuing to spoon the rice and side dishes into his mouth, became a calm for me. The obedient wife does not fight, of course, make the husbands not worry, and so do I want from Keysha.

I searched around, whether there was still a less tidy homework, but did not find it. The house is clean and tidy. The clothes were ironed and put in the closet. The kitchen is also kinclong, as if just like a display kitchen, never used to cook. The flowers in the pot grow lush and fresh because every day Keisya always water it.

The more I diligently searched for my wife's flaws, the less I found them. As the wife in charge of taking care of the house, Keysha did very well. Good, at least there's something I can be proud of.

Uh, but wait a minute, why is Keysha going anywhere now always carrying his phone?

I've noticed these few days, he doesn't seem to want to get off his phone. Unlike usual, Keysha often put his phone carelessly. Sometimes at the dinner table, often missed near the sink dishwasher, even Keysha had also lost his phone which apparently left in the front porch chair. He left it just like that after watering the plants.

“Mas, I have all the clothes ready. Just be chosen as usual. Please do not use directly put in the closet,” Keysha said as he passed from the room.

“Where are you going?” I'm a little worried. Don't let him go again today, I won't give you permission.

“Where else? Want to nyiramin plant in front,” Keysha replied as she passed from before me.

The phone was placed in his left hand. I wondered, what was he hiding in his phone? It's not usual for Keysha to behave like this.

In the past, he used to scold me when we ate and I was busy with my cell phone.

“Mas, can not his phone be saved first? Later can be continued, now we eat first.” Or “Mas, why, anyway, at home is still fun with HP? Even in the office, it is held all day. You go home but your mind is always on HP hold,” scolding.

Now that sight I see often. Keysha used to hold her phone more often before I snapped her yesterday.

I also missed my phone when I left for work. Halfway through the trip, I realized my phone missed and turned back to pick it up at home. Keysha was astonished to see that I, who had just left the house, had suddenly returned home again.

“Why, Mas? Is anyone missing?” tanyakanya.

“You're such a useful wife you can? If the husband misses the item do not be silent, tell him. I think I have to go back, it could be too late to the office. If there is a late absence sanction, can be cut salary,” I replied making Keisya silent. He deserves to be blamed for all the mess in this house.

For him, it used to be worthless, even just being a bully. However, now the flat object was always carried as if part of his life, which he had to protect half dead.

“I leave first.”

Keysha was shocked to hear my voice. It seemed like she was so engrossed in holding her phone, that she was unconscious when I approached her.

“Oh, yes, Mas. Be careful on the road,” he replied nervously.

“Why are you so nervous?”

“Eh, it's okay, kok.” Keisya hid the phone behind his body.

“You're not going anywhere, are you, today?”

“No, really, I'm at home. Still waiting for news about the job of the teacher. If there's a call for an interview, I'd say it's with Andre.”

“Meanway? Whose interview?”

“Yes this, right, institution, Mas. So I applied to the course institution, only from there will be directed to which area. I was, anyway, yesterday when the request form was placed in an area not too far from our home.”

“Oh.” I answered only short.

“Iya, Mas. I get it, kok.”

“About the application to become a tutor or whatever it is, you should not have to force yourself. I can still love you to eat,” I said without looking at him.

Now that I'm sure, Keysha is looking at me to find out why I said that.

Somehow, when he really realized my orders to find a job, it made me not calm in the office. Especially when you hear the chatter of Rista and Rendy, also Siska who always talks about infidelity.

I'd go crazy if Keysha cheated on me like they said. Keysya is only mine, there should not be a single person who wants to bother let alone have it.

“If only the tutoring teacher doesn't eat much time, Mas. At least three to four hours. I can do it while you work to fill your free time. In the future, maybe we will spend more on obstetricians,” said Keysha lirih.

That's all that's in his brain. The obstetrician again, check fertility again, then go home with a disappointed look again, it was all he could do.

I just laugh it off in my heart. It is impossible to find a job even though just as a tutoring teacher can be that easy. Thank goodness he was still that stupid.

However, I don't want to argue any longer because the clock has shown 08.00 more, whereas I have to enter at 09.00 in the morning.

The next day, I was still observing Keysha's activities and there was nothing suspicious except for one thing, he didn't seem to want to be separated from his phone.

It sparked even more curiosity in me. When she came into the bathroom, I took advantage of the opportunity. I grabbed her phone lying near the bathroom door.

I turned on Keysha's cell phone and was shocked that it was locked. When did he start locking his phone? He usually never locks his phone. There must be something hidden.

My heart rate is racing faster and holding back emotions. A cell phone is an area of a person's privacy, but I still don't want Keysha to lock her phone, as if she's hiding something from me. This time the fear turned to suspicion.

Is it true Keysha cheated? But how can it be? And with whom?

I still did not think out, and felt that I had begun to be affected by the words of Riska and her friends. Because sure it will not be possible, until finally a message notification appears on the screen.

‘Happy rest.’

It was just the sound of a passing message, but it was able to hit my heart until it collapsed.

I had to hold my breath because this heartbeat was getting irregular. How not? The sender of the message was named Haris. It was obviously a man's name. There was a man who casually sent a message to my wife and all this time I didn't know.

Slowly my brain started to spin. So is it true that Keysha is having an affair with this guy named Haris? Who exactly is he? How did they meet? Since when did they cheat? Question after question suddenly flashed wildly through my head, until I subconsciously struck the wall.

So Keysha's been texting a man all along? All the things Riska had said seemed to be now being spread out wide in front of me.

My wife began to be engrossed in her own world, often even ignoring me when I came home from work.

Now he never argued my words, like no matter I was angry or irritated. Keysha also seemed to be building a high wall between us. Silence is not silence obedience. My wife was silent as if she was drawing strength to resist.

How dare he do this. Does he not consider me? Is he ready to take the risk? Keysha seems to be challenging me.

Not long after that the bathroom door opened. I hid from behind a bookcase not far from the bathroom.

Keysha looked left and right to make sure things were right. He came out wrapped in a towel and quickly grabbed a cell phone with him.