Dream Womb
Strange behavior Andre

I fell asleep while hugging the frustration of being raped by Mas Andre. Yeah, I called it that because he was so brutal doing it as if he wanted to punish me. I don't know if that's true, I don't know myself. But clearly, Mas Andre did not care about the screams of pain that came out of my mouth.

The next day I woke up. This is because last night I couldn't sleep and continued to curse Mas Andre's rudeness. I turned to the side, and my husband was no longer in bed. I jumped out of bed, and hurriedly headed to the kitchen.

It turned out that Andre was in the kitchen. He was shaving his mustache in the sink near the dining table.

"I'm sorry, I'm late to wake up, Mom." I said weakly in a stammering voice, still unable to accept the incident last night, but also unable to linger angry at him as his affairs would get longer.

Mas Andre just fell silent and glanced at me who came out in a hurry from inside the room.

Why hasn't he left for work? I glanced at the clock and it was almost 08:00 in the morning. Usually Mas Andre leaves at 07:30.

"Mas Andre hasn't left yet?" I ventured to ask.

My husband continued his activity of shaving his mustache and beard which some time recently allowed him to grow. "Today I want to accompany you to the hospital" said Mas Andre made me very surprised.

It's not usual for him to behave like this, taking me to the hospital. Did I not hear wrong? For many years I have been in the hospital alone. In fact, he always protested my actions, always coming to the hospital, and seeing the same doctor without success.

"Mas Andre wants to check? I mean, are you sick, Mom?" I'm still trying to calm myself down. It was possible that she was sick or something was felt, so she decided to go see a doctor while taking me. I'm also curious, is it possible that he has a fever that results in his slurred speech?

"Why are you so surprised, Keisya? I'm your husband. And as a good husband, it's natural to take his wife to the hospital, right?" tanyanya while raising her shoulders.

I didn't hear wrong. Andre really wanted to take me to the hospital. It's not like the Mas Andre I know. Slowly, I tried to calm down.

There's no way Mas Andre knew that I was going to meet Haris at the hospital. Where'd he know? Maybe this is just my concern.

"Kok, even dumb? Hurry up, you take a shower! We have breakfast outside, all the way to the hospital" said Mas Andre.

"Yes, Mom, wait a minute! I'm gonna take care of it first."

I was really confused why suddenly Mas Andre was very interested in accompanying me to check into the hospital. After calming down, I finally took a shower, then changed clothes. Andre is ready. He's waiting for me on the porch playing his phone.

"I'm ready, Mom" I said.

Mas Andri glanced at me for a moment. As usual, he did not care about the clothes I was wearing or my makeup. Today I purposely sweep thin makeup, and wear lipstick whose color is not too striking. If my husband were sensitive, he would be able to see my face change. But I can't expect more from Andre. All those years I've been married to him I've understood that he never really put me in the special room of his heart.

For Mas Andre maybe I am just a display that has no feelings, or just a maid who every day has to take care of the house and all its needs. Sometimes I imagine how much he has to pay to pay the salary of a housekeeper who can do all the work like me, do not forget the bed service he always got, he said, whenever Andre wants it.

I don't know! Such wild thoughts have recently come to my mind, when no one has taught me. Even Haris had never touched on it. Haris always praised me. If when he sends you a message, then I reply for a long time because of the activity in the kitchen, he never gets angry.

Then when I joked and said that I did everything myself because we couldn't afford ART, Haris was just kidding.

'If I were your husband, I would prepare ten ART so that you do not have to be near the stove, washing machine, iron. I will not let you do any task that can make you tired. Keysha, you deserve to be spoiled. Your husband should thank you for having a complete package of wives like you. And, you are also a lucky woman because you can do everything yourself. Key, not all women can do household chores, so be grateful!"

Haris always said positive things, even about something I complained about.

The journey to the hospital was slow as my mind continued to wander, looking for differences and similarities between Mas Andre and Haris. They are both very different. The more I compare the two, the more it appears that Mas Andre is nothing compared to Haris.

Yes, God, it seems like I'm going crazy imagining Haris's sweet attitude.

"Why smile for yourself?" asked Mas Andre to surprise my daydream.

I don't know since when he noticed me, and why exactly when I was daydreaming he was watching me? Why wasn't it when I got out of the house, wearing a different outfit, that he commented on my appearance?

"It's okay, Mom. I'm glad that today you, without me asking, would take me to the hospital," I said deliberately lying to calm her heart.

Actually I was looking for a way, how so that Haris and I didn't meet. Do I have to send a message, and say that today I came with Mas Andre?

We'll definitely meet at the clinic because Haris gave me the news last night. He said he couldn't wait to see me.

How do I send a message if since then Mas Andre always glanced at me so I did not have a chance to hold the phone?

Finally, after stopping by a simple restaurant, we arrived at the hospital. I glanced at the watch. Our visiting hours are almost the same. When I entered the hospital lobby, my heart was pounding. We walked to the polyclinic.

Unusual, Mas Andre suddenly grabbed my hand. I was shocked because it seemed as if I didn't want to lose me, or perhaps rather, wanted to show the visitors that I was his wife. I don't know! But I really don't understand Mas Andre's change of attitude.

"I signed up first, huh, Mom? Just wait on the bench," I said slowly so that he did not take offense, but Mas Andre did not want to.

He kept following me, even holding my hand, making me a little awkward as the people around looked at us as if envious of the false intimacy my husband had deliberately shown.

"Let me be with you" he replied again.

"All right." I could only calm the pounding in my heart that I was increasingly unable to control.

What if Haris suddenly saw us who looked so friendly? Wait, why am I worried about that? Wouldn't Haris come with his wife?

Ah, my head suddenly throbbed, it looks like it's too complicated.