Dream Womb
Boundary Haris

Pov Haris's

"This time it should work! I'm tired of being asked constantly by Mama and Papa when to have children, when they hold grandchildren, including your parents."

Diana grumbled in front of her dresser while I was busy replying to a WhatsApp message with Keysha, the beautiful woman I met a few days ago in the hospital while driving Diana to check in with the obstetrician.

For four years now we have decided to do a pregnancy program because Diana and I are getting bored, anxious, and desperate to respond to the demands of our respective extended families. They thought we were deliberately delaying pregnancy, and some even thought we were child free. But actually not so.

"There's a big family event soon, we'll get together, honey. If I'm still the gossip material, I better not come" said Diana.

He applied a routine cream that he always wears before going to bed. I don't know how much cream he put on his face before going to bed. Sometimes I don't even have the urge to smell it because of the strong, pungent smell of the cream.

"You heard no, honey, I talked to you like this?" Diana raised her voice.

"Listen, dong! I just don't want to interrupt if you talk again, it's wrong again" I replied.

"Yes, not so. You should have given me some advice, or at least responded to what I was talking about. Well, so how's it?" ask Diana again.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, doesn't that mean you're not listening to me, honey?"

"I'm horrified, really. From earlier you said that you are tired of being a gossip material in our large family. I already understand that. You want to have kids soon, I know. That is why we agreed to do a pregnancy program. So, I was told to let alone Diana?" My tone also went up in response to Diana's words.

"I don't want to know! Anyway tonight, you should be able to. I don't want no rejection, especially if you're loyo, honey!"

Diana's words hurt my pride as a man. I don't know what's going on. At the beginning of the marriage, we had a husband and wife relationship like any other couple, no problems, no complaints, even I could do it almost every day.

But in recent years, I have no idea what happened to me. Every time it came close to Diana, that desire no longer exploded like it used to be. Even what often happens is that my juniors wither before developing.

I still keep looking at the incoming messages from Keisya.

[Okay, I'll come if it doesn't interfere with your work.]

The reply from Keysha made my eyes blink in disbelief. I will meet a sweet woman whose smile makes my world filled with beautiful colors again.

Keysha, a simple woman who never wears thick makeup, but her natural beauty still stands out. His thin lips are often diculum signifies he is so shy. In the other moment, when I showered her with praise, her beautiful twinkle of eyes was truly charming, her innocent face was never dull to look at. Watching Keysha gave me a lot of fun.

He also found my employee card that fell out of nowhere. At that time I was really desperate because of my carelessness, I could get sanctions or warning letters from the HRD. But Keysha came as my savior, and his innocence shifted my world.

My wife was not tired of trying to provoke my maleness desire. He crawled in front of me, making this hand have to put down the phone I was holding. Though I was fun again looking at the face of Keysha plastered on his WhatsApp profile picture.

With a slightly rough movement, Diana pulled down the boxer pants I was wearing. His face looked disappointed as soon as he did not find anything he expected there.

I was astonished myself too. A moment ago, looking at Keysha's photo, I felt the desire rise, even beginning to harden. But as Diana approached, she withered back.

Without despair, Diana tried to resurrect the withered with her skill at stalling mine. Many times, many times, with regular movements Diana did her job of awakening this heirloom. I try to enjoy, though not completely. The longer Diana was desperate, the more she wanted to skin mine.

"Ah, sick!" my peek.

"Always like this!" diana complained as she pulled back my boxer pants, returning them to their original place as if they were useless.

That's the truth. I myself was desperate to find an heirloom that now only serves to remove urine.

Diana rushed out of the room while nagging indistinctly.

Keysha would have never done this to her husband. I'm sure she's not the woman who easily nags her husband. She looked weak, helpless, even when she went to the doctor was never accompanied by her husband. What kind of man would let his wife go through a pregnancy program alone?

Though the pregnancy program must be done by a married couple. How busy is he not having time? Or maybe he does not want to take the time to accompany the important moments of his wife's pregnancy program?

But as I see it, Keysha never complains. He always went to the doctor according to the schedule. Keysha who had waited for seven years did not give up until that day, I saw Keysha weeping for his weakness.

I'm trying to pump her spirit, and restore Keysha's confidence. Seeing her fragile and squandered by her own husband, disturbed my malevolent soul who wanted to protect.

Diana doesn't need to be protected, she just needs to be impregnated. While Keysha with all sides of her gentle womanhood, it was able to trigger something in me.

"Drink this, honey, inevitably you have to drink this. This is the only thing that can save our marriage" Diana said, giving me a blue pill to drink.

Diana looked very angry as she gave the pill, and was impatient that I was still observing the pill. He immediately stuffed the pill into my mouth.

"Drink, quick, don't resist! It's for your own good, too, let them not think you're a barren man."

Without waiting for my approval, he also immediately drank water in a glass that he held so that it almost made me choke.

I coughed at Diana's harsh treatment so that accidentally, the mineral water spilled soaked the shirt I was wearing.

Without saying much, I immediately jumped out of bed, then stepped quickly into the bathroom. It was very desirable for me to spit out the pill Diana had just forcibly infused into this mouth. My breath is hunting, my stomach is nauseous, and this heartbeat is pumping faster.