Dream Womb
Factory Suit

I had to cancel an appointment with Haris, in order to maintain my relationship with Mas Andre. When asked about our relationship, what exactly is our relationship?

Is not a relationship because of comfort and mutual understanding? Something long lost for years. Now all that is left is the feeling of fear like a coward. My knees were so shaky that my husband looked at me, as if I were the most guilty woman in the world.

I waited for the right time and opportunity to send a message to Haris, that we should both forget the appointment to meet. I think I should find the right time so that Mas Andre does not suspect because lately, I often see Mas Andre watching me while holding a phone for a long time.

The opportunity came when Mas Andre walked into the bathroom. It's time he washed himself. I immediately opened the phone and prepared to type a message for Haris.

Along with that, a notification appears on the phone screen. There's an email coming in. I quickly opened the email.

It turned out that the incoming email was from the course institution where I applied for a job.

I can't wait to open it and it turns out that there is an invitation to all the prospective teachers who have been selected, to take offline training for two days at a hotel in Bandung.

I opened my eyes in disbelief.

This really? Why is it as if the universe supports me meeting with Haris?

I just thought it was impossible to get out of the house without the permission of Mas Andre, but this invitation seemed to give a fresh breeze for the continuation of our meeting.

Suddenly my mood changed, I didn't seem to send that message.

Andre came out of the bathroom with his wet hair. He held a towel while rubbing his head.

“Why is your face so serious, Key?” ask her as I stare fixedly at this phone.

I'm confused how to say it. After thinking for a moment, I finally ventured to speak honestly.

“Mas, there is an invitation to attend training before we teach. That means I was accepted as a teacher at the institution I told you about yesterday. Well, this condition must follow offline training for two days. The hotel name is already listed on the invitation.”

As if hesitating, Mas Andre heard my words. The man had no clear expression. I waited for his answer tensely.

After putting on a T-shirt and throwing a towel on the carpet, he threw himself on the bed.

Because I did not get an answer, I forwarded the message to Mas Andre's email.

“Mas, I've forwarded the invitation to Mas Andre's email address. Perhaps you want to see,” I said slowly.

I deliberately sent out the invitation because I saw Mas Andre's face as if in disbelief. I don't want to be suspected. Before he asked for my phone I first sent him the invitation.

With a bit of laziness, Mas Andre observed his phone, reading the invitation email I sent.

“Can't you, Mas I go? This is indeed a requirement for registration as well as introduction and provision of materials before the selected teacher starts teaching.”

The man was silent to my words. Maybe he did not think that all this time what I said turned out to be true. I had actually applied for a job and was accepted into that course institution. He must not have expected this.

“Mas, I'm asking. Can you, I'm leaving? Wasn't it Mas Andre himself who asked me to work? This was my dream job long ago. Mas Andre also knows it.” I said softly, worried about igniting his anger.

“Halo. Yes, good afternoon. I am Andre Keisha's husband one of the selected teachers at this educational institution. I just want to confirm, is it true that the invitation sent via email is valid?”

My God, apparently Mas Andre still does not believe and now he contacted the institution. I could only stroke his chest to hear his talk on the phone.

“Oh, so so. Two days, huh? All must come, if not come is considered dead. How many participants? Oh fifties, a lot too, yeah. Doesn't cost you anything? So all free, huh? All right, thanks for the information. Keysha will be confirmed again. Yes, yes, of course he left.”

It felt almost unbelievable when I heard Mas Andre say he allowed me to leave. Andre hung up the phone. I waited for his answer with anxious hope.

“Why see me like that?” the question is not indifferent. That was how Mas Andre was, he knew I was waiting for an answer from his mouth, but it was as if he did not care about it. I have always been upset by his attitude as cool as he is now.

If I don't need his permission, it feels lazy to serve his words. However, I cannot leave the house without his permission.

“So how, Mas? I can go, right?”

“You heard yourself, right, I just called the agency that invited you and it turns out the show is at the hotel, two days anyway. Why stay the night? It could have been a day done," his grunts continued to grumble as if unwilling to give me permission.

“Please if you want to leave. Two more days, wasting time. How much more do you get from just teaching? I will never be able to replace the money I spent!”

As usual, it would be unsatisfied not to say something stabbing to me. I try to be patient and aware that Mas Andre never changes. His sweet attitude yesterday was just an image. I almost wanted to cut ties with Haris, if this is what else can I expect from Mas Andre?

My efforts for years, trying to have offspring, what am I really fighting for?

My mind raged with all the thoughts making my head suddenly ache. What is clear this time I have to realize my ideals that had stopped for so long. No matter what Andre looks at me? I need to stop depending on him. That way I can prove to Mas Andre, bring Keysha who has been locked in the house can also still work.

“I'm sure, I can replace all the money you've spent. Although not in a short time.” I tried to convince my husband with the remaining courage.

“As for you, I'm just talking realistic stuff. It's good that you at home receive and I'm the one who banged bones looking for money. Still don't understand, trying to go beyond what you can't handle. Funny you, it's hard to talk to a stupid woman like you. No matter how hard you fight, it will be the same in the end. You wife don't know thank you!" Mas andre pointed at my head, pressing it until I almost fell. Andre entered the room by slamming the door.

I exhaled a bated breath earlier, holding back the tears that were about to come out. I don't know what's on his mind. Maybe now he's regretting what he said that forced me to work.

That night I could barely sleep well, always restlessly tilted left right, but these eyes were hard to shut. Thinking about tomorrow. At that time I only realized that I had not informed Haris about my training.

Right at 12 midnight, when Mas Andre was fast asleep, I sent a message to Haris that I was going to Bandung.

Without guessing it turned out Haris was calling. Apparently the man had not slept either.

I immediately tiptoed out of the room, then received a call from Haris.

“Halo, Kei. Do you really want to go to Bandung?”

“Iya, I have a two-day event there,” I replied.

“Wah, I'm glad to hear it! I can't wait to see you, Kei. See you there, yes.”