Dream Womb
Unpermeable pain

"If such a place existed, would you go there with me?" ask Haris while looking at my face. This man from earlier just kept sending out gazes that ripped apart my heartbeats.

The man suddenly touched the hair that covered my face as it was blown away by the breeze. Haris slipped this irregular hair behind my ear. The accidental touch of Haris' hand on my neck made subtle swishings on my chest. Smooth but the shakes feel beautiful.

"I want to go to a nice place, a place where no one knows us. So we don't have to pretend to be someone else" I said slowly.

The more intense the gaze of Haris as if raining my heart. Haris brought her face closer so I could see my own reflection on her two brown eyeballs. Ah Haris' gaze made me even more nervous.

"I'll set the time so we can find the place" Haris said. The man continued to smile, and without me realizing that smile was contagious. Over and over I patted my cheeks softly as we walked by the beach, a small pat to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

We walked side by side, now my mind suddenly fretted. How could I go somewhere without my husband's knowledge? It seemed impossible because every time Mas Andre would go to work, he always asked, "Where are you going today? You're home, right? You don't have a show today?" There was no departure from the house unknown to Mas Andre.

Perhaps Haris could see the look on my face that suddenly turned grim, Haris immediately calmed down. "Don't think too much about it, Key, the universe will definitely set it up for us if the time comes. I'll wait until you're really ready. And, of course, when you have time."

Good Lord!

I can't answer anything because it's too crazy for me. Until this moment even I still can't believe that I was walking with Haris without Mas Andre's knowledge. I never imagined in the slightest that I could breathe freely outside the house. Haris is the only man who can bring up the courage in this self to enjoy a little time having fun.

The day went on in the afternoon, when Cinderella had to turn into ash. Although a little heavy I immediately asked Haris to take you to the train station. We finally split up at the train station.

At the end of the farewell I smiled gently to Haris. Suddenly the man turned around and hugged me.

"Key, I hope today can be longer than the previous days because with you it feels like time goes by so fast. I'm not satisfied looking at this shady, gentle face of yours, I don't want to separate from you" Haris whispered in my ear.

Between believing in disbelief, I opened my eyes to hear Haris' words.

I was embarrassed to get a warm hug from the man, but now I prefer to obey my heart, that I miss that hug too. I did not answer Haris' words, but only with a hug. I think this is enough for Haris.

"Haris, thanks, huh? I'm glad today we can go for a walk together. I'll go home first."

"Keysha, I like you" whispered Haris again before he let go of the hug. I bite my lips, strengthen my heart, hold a beautiful pounding that increasingly makes this breath feel tight. My chest full. Haris filled her with a warmth I found difficult to explain.

Of course, Haris' honesty makes this heart bloom while bringing a rowdy roar. Happy, shy, happy all mixed into one that makes me want to jump.

"Quiet, Key. Calm yourself" I whispered to the flowery heart.

I just smiled as I waved to Haris.

Arriving at home, I continued to hold this chest, feeling that the gurgle had not changed. I ran into the room and looked at myself in front of the mirror. Ah there's a red hue on my cheek. I cupped my hands on both cheeks. Again, I couldn't bear to not smile. I had forgotten when I last smiled when I looked at myself in front of a mirror like this.

"Don't look in the mirror for a long time," snapped Mas Andre every time I changed clothes.

"For what's lingering in front of the mirror?! Nothing's changed, your body's getting fat."

Mas Andre's words always demeaned and eroded my confidence. Since that day, since Mas Andre always denounced my physique, I feel lazy to reflect, let alone wear makeup on the face. Last afternoon was the first time I polished a little make up to the face, then lingered in the mirror.

So distrustful of her, many times I had to change clothes. I always remember the words of Mas Andre when this self asked for an opinion to wear old dresses. Andre always said no clothes fit me, they all look the same.

For years I received degrading treatment from her husband, until I finally truly believed that it did not have any charm anymore as a woman. I swallowed all of Mas Andre's words as if they were true.

Today I feel Haris has given it all back. The feeling of trust that was wasted, the warm feeling of being loved, also the beautiful rumors that I have never felt again with Mas Andre.

My daydream came to a realization when I heard the sound of the door opening. Andre has gone home.

"My face? Why is it Mas?" I asked back. Oh, shite! Did Mas Andre see this make-up? I haven't had time to remove it.

"You've been smiling to yourself, you've gone crazy, haven't you?" ketus tanyanya.

I'm glad she didn't even notice my makeup. For a moment I looked in the mirror and indeed this makeup had worn off. My red lips have turned pale again, maybe when we ate earlier, the lipstick also faded.

"I'll warm up the food first, Mas."

I immediately went into the kitchen avoiding Mas Andre's gaze.

I don't know if maybe it's just my feeling? Lately it seems like Mas Andre is watching me more intensely than usual.

Several times he scolded me as I looked at the phone screen as we ate. I accidentally did that, because it was cool to read Haris' messages, before hurriedly deleting his chat history.

"I want to take a shower first, Mas" I said as I passed Mas Andre.

We had just enjoyed dinner in silence as usual.

"Why take a night shower?" ask Andre.

"It's a big deal" I answered looking for an excuse. That's not the real reason. I want to reply to Haris' chat immediately, and the bathroom is the safest place.

[Thank you for today, Key]

A short message from Haris got me flying. I almost replied to her when I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Duh, where I forgot to lock it was so rushed.

"Mas, why did you come in here?" many nervous.

"Why indeed? I'm your husband" replied Mas Andre. The man immediately took off his clothes and pants, making me panic even more.

"Why are you scared? It's not the first time we've had a bath together, is it?" Andre looked at me with a different look.

I just fell silent. It wasn't the first time we had a bath together, but it was a long time ago. Mas Andre no longer has the taste to bathe with me. Last time we took a bath together, Mas Andre even kicked him out of the bathroom immediately. Maybe it was a year ago. Why all of a sudden now Mas Andre wants to take a bath together?

Not to lose this surprise, Mas Andre immediately pulled my body, then pulled the bra that still closed this chest forcefully.

"Mas, what the fuck, anyway?" my yelling.

Regardless of what I said, Mas Andre immediately encouraged this body to enter the bathtub.

Got a sudden attack, I wasn't ready. Without warming up first, Mas Andre forced to have sex.

"Mas, sick!" my shout gasped in shock as Mas Andre entered me without warming up.

Andre didn't care about the screams coming out of my mouth. Brutally, Andre tried to get what he wanted. It's so painful!

Mas Andre continued to growl behind me, his movements getting uncontrollable faster. He didn't stop driving, making me scream even more in pain.

For the first time during contact with Mas Andre, these tears were dripping. The pain down there was unspeakable, but it hurt even more, because Mas Andre did not want to know and did not care to hear this scream of pain.