Dream Womb
Employee Card

“Haris Bintara,” my murmur read the name listed on the employee's card. Turns out the man was a consultant at a private bank. I looked towards the door of the examination room.

“Do I have to wait for them to get outside?”

Glancing at the clock on the wall of the room, showing at 16:00 where Mas Andre will be coming home soon.

Meanwhile, I haven't prepared dinner yet. Because of the urgent time, I finally chose to go home first. Maybe tomorrow I'll give it back.

***

“What did you say?! Sampler missing? Are you stupid?!” pekik Mas Andre when I said that the seed sample has been lost. I intentionally threw it away.

I kept on chewing the food in my mouth. Mas Andre picked up a can of softdrink and opened it.

“You really wasted my precious time, all in vain!”

Mas Andre downed his drink by continuing to grumble. “Why are you always so careless? Can't do the right thing?”

“I'm sorry,” I replied slowly.

“How many today?”

“Today not so much came, so-“

“No, I mean how much money did you spend?”

I think he asked the number of patients who came. “500 thousand, consultations and vitamins.”

Andre took a long breath. “For something not worth it, they ask for too much. It's called robbery!”

I swallow food with fiber. In his eyes there was only profit. This is for the common good. Everywhere his name uses the services of specialists will certainly reach a pretty deep pocket.

Our conversation is not very good, but if not start Mas Andre will definitely go to bed quickly. I remember what we had to do tonight. Husband and wife activities.

“Uhm, the doctor said today is my fertile period .. can we do it tonight?”

I mustered up the courage to endure the embarrassment of expressing intent, but what did I get? An ******* tired Mas Andre managed to get my heart blown to the bottom of the abyss. Is that exhausting? Is it too burdensome?

I didn't speak again after getting such a response. We continued the eating ritual that felt very long and boring. Shut up until Andre finished and entered the room. I smoothed the food marks and washed them. As soon as possible to complete my duties to catch up with Mas Andre.

“Mas, have you slept?” ask me when I enter the room and then get on the bed. Andre was lying on my back.

“I haven't slept. Hurry on! Take off your clothes, because I have to get up early tomorrow!”

I was shocked to hear Mas Andre's orders. “I mean we direct? It will hurt, can't Mas warm up first?”

Andre looked at her with an expressionless face. I don't know where the smile he always gave me went. Could it be because of the time that has been wasted? The wait bored him. Not only him, I was tired.

Unknowingly I followed it. It is very difficult to pull every corner of the lip until it feels stiff.

“Then just warm up yourself, wake me up when you're wet.”

I looked at him in disbelief, could he have told me to stimulate myself? Was I the girl yesterday afternoon? I am a wife who has a husband.

“I've been too tired with the drama in the office so, please give me a little air to breathe!” he added and turned back to me.

I clenched my trembling hands, it felt so claustrophobic. He asked for air to breathe as if there was no oxygen in this house. Does he know if I'm too hard to do? Like my illness is chronic.

***

It can't be allowed, it's just a waste of time. I flipped over and shook Mas Andre's shoulder.

“Mas, I can't. No problem if you have to be in pain. The important thing is we have to keep doing it, because now is my fertile period.”

Andre did not answer. He chose to snore to the dream world. I take off my clothes in annoyance. Get out of bed and walk in front of the mirror.

“Is Mas Andre no longer interested in my body?” my murmurs tore at the heart.

Unknowingly my tears were dripping, but I didn't want to cry. I rubbed the trail of tears while smiling then giggled amusedly.

“What am I crying about? I am not at all sad because, it is common like this.”

Surprisingly, the tears kept on flowing making me sob, the body was shaking.

‘I try hard, but until when?’ I threw myself on the floor and hugged myself in the cold.

***

The next day I woke up with a puffy face, did Mas Andre realize or just ask? The answer is no. He ate breakfast while staring at the phone screen. It was as if we were in a different world, a world I could not reach.

After breakfast, he did not look at me at all. No guilt has left me asleep last night and not brought up my ovulation period. He immediately got ready to go to work.

“I'll be home a little night,” he said taking an office bag and then disappearing from behind the door without waiting for me to say a word.

I took a breath trying to control myself. “Maybe Mas Andre is indeed in a hurry,” my inner self.

There's more I have to do than think about his attitude. Trying to think positively to restore my mood this morning.

I cleaned myself and got dressed, when I wanted to get dressed accidentally nudged my bag on the dresser. Inside the bag was an employee card. I also screamed because I forgot about it.

“Yeah, I have to give it back!”

As soon as possible I completed the dance ritual and which was delayed then went to the address listed on the card.

After a while I arrived in front of a multi-storey building that loomed like a lighthouse. Very high, I could not count the number of floors in the building.

The building has many companies in it. Because it is rented on every floor. And, I don't know what floor the company owns the card.

Not wanting to get lost is unclear, I took the initiative to ask the receptionist.

“Ehm, excuse ...”

“That's my card!”

I turned to the origin of the voice, the handsome man I had met sparkled as I handed him his card.

“Thank you very much! I was almost declared truant because of that card.”

I widened my eyes because I felt guilty. “Sorry, I should have returned it yesterday, but-“

“Nothing, the important thing is that this card is back,” is always understood.

I nodded with a relieved smile.

“By the way you found it where?”

“At the hospital, in the gynecology,” I said make the man's cheeks red.