Dream Womb
Diana's Complaints

Pov Diana's

Haris went to Bandung because there was a sudden meeting, so I decided to stay at Mama's house. I haven't visited my parents' house in a long time. My busyness in the office with a lot of agenda always makes plans to see mom and dad delayed.

Mama Nani's face was very bright welcoming my arrival. I hugged him tightly.

“Loh, why come alone? Which haris?” asked Mama as I broke down the hug.

“Haris no office events, Ma.”

“Saturday this Sunday? How tumben?”

“Yes, he has to replace his sick friend. He also said it was sudden. Hello, Pa, papa is healthy, right?”

The middle-aged man hugged me tightly. I always loved my warm embrace.

“Come directly to the dining table, it happens that papa and mama just wanted to have dinner.”

I certainly didn't reject the offer. One of the things I miss the most when I go home to my mom is to enjoy the deliciousness of her cooking.

“Haris Saturday and Sunday, how come, work? Why don't you say papa, let papa jewel his boss.” I laughed when I heard Papa's words. Papa still has such a strong influence even though he retired five years ago.

“His love is also impromptu, Pa, because he replaced his friend. Yes already no papa, this is also good for his career.”

I scooped up an oyster sauce squid that looked good on the plate, then enjoyed it without rice.

We had dinner in a warm atmosphere. I'm just two brothers, my sister lives in a different city. While I live in one city but different areas, it takes 40 minutes to arrive at the house of papa and mama.

“You still regularly check with the obstetrician, Di?” ask mama.

I told my mom that we went to the gynecologist often. Not directly I said I was participating in the pregnancy program, so as not to increase the burden of the mind of the mother.

“Still, Ma. Routine once a month,” I replied.

“Haris is getting busy?” search Papa.

“Hmm, not really, he commutes according to working hours, only sometimes the end of the month just like overtime.”

“If he starts to stray, strange, say papa aja, let papa ngatasin.”

Papa always supported me, including when he decided to marry Haris. I remember Haris just graduated from college, still looking for a job. When he found out Haris applied at the bank, he immediately used his hand, and the result Haris received without complicated procedures.

I convinced Haris to get married as soon as he graduated college. He wasn't really ready, but what else was he waiting for? We've been dating for a year, and too many girls love it. Haris is indeed a handsome young man to become an idol on his campus. It's not a secret anymore. So I think I should secure the position by being his wife.

Moreover, papa also supported by saying that he would work for Haris, even though Haris politely declined. He said he would try it himself. Indeed sometimes he is that naive, today where there is a job without connections?

“Then it seems like you have to reduce busyness, Di. Don't be too hard working. You have no children, and you have no installments. Don't ngoyo. You also have to pay attention to your health, especially reproductive health,” said mama.

You may not know that work is not just about income, but there is also prestige in it. That's what prompted me to continue S2 college, majoring in notary.

Haris did give up our savings for my college, but papa also helped a lot of college costs are not small. I was lucky to be born into this family. Ever since I was a child I never lacked anything, and always got what I wanted.

“Iya, Ma, quiet mom. Diana knew what mama meant. Anyway pray everything is smooth. Because the doctor said no problem with both of us, equally healthy.”

“Papa still thinks the same Haris, so he is now no doubt as before, right?” ask papa.

I had indeed complained about Haris who was about to divorce me at that time. There was no rain, no wind, suddenly Haris took the conversation seriously.

“Rather than being forced will hurt even more, Di. We better split up, split up well.”

Of course I refused it. What do my friends who used to come to our fancy wedding party when they were married two years already divorced?

“That's right, Honey! What are you eating, anyway? Wrong drug? how do you talk like this?”

“Diana, we already know that both do not fit in many ways. If forced not only you feel pain, but I also.”

I snapped at him because he was too much.

I lifted him out of the mud and made him a hot guy with a career that kept on surging, and now he wants to leave me? I don't know where he put his brain.

“Diana, I can't live like this, constantly under your pressure. I also have a dream that I want to realize, have a sister and parents that I must be happy.”

“This family is now your priority Haris! You're married, so it's your wife that you should give priority to. Your mother is also fine, never lacking. Every month I send them money from some of your pay. I've been acting fairly all this time.”

Sometimes I wonder at Haris's thoughts. Married but always his family thought. Despite living in the village, they have a fairly large rice field left by his father. Risma, his only sister also attended college in the final semester, soon graduation, no need for him to find a reason again to finance, no need to,

He should be grateful, even though he comes from a simple family but now his life is enough, even excessive. He never lacked anything. The salary though not how I can always manage well. Maybe I'm the only wife who keeps quiet and doesn't protest much when she receives a salary that's sometimes just enough for our needs a week.

I never had a fuss about money, and then he pretended to ask for a divorce. That's what made me angry and complain to Papa.

“Haris is now scared of Diana, Pa. He always said he was going anywhere. Maybe he's been thinking again, where might he want to divorce the perfect wife like me, right?”

Papa laughed at my rendition. “Papa just doesn't like it when he acts as he pleases. It is true that his life is secured by being part of our extended family. His job is only one, be a good husband for you, that's all,” papa said.

I nodded my head. This time I will not complain to papa that yesterday when Haris pamit want to go to Bandung we had a small fight. I just told Haris he should have turned down the job, but he still cheered on leaving.   

“Udah, you are truant, let my Papa set all, after all you can work there because Papa too," I suggested to Haris. 

He looked at me sharply. "How can you say that? I went in there because I passed the selection test, Diana. I put all my strength into this position right now, not because of Papa you."

I chuckled, it seemed that Haris was getting more astonished. "You why the hell? What's so funny?" his insistence.

"You lha, baby. I shouldn't have unpacked it, but because you insist on going too. Then I'll lay it all out. You, it is acceptable to work there on Papa I'm recommendation, I asked my Papa to let you pass the selection. So, don't go overboard. In the world of work, that connection is necessary. Thank you to me and my Papa," I said more and more to keep Haris. Let her face now turn red, perhaps embarrassed, angry, or both

“Not likely. When I just got accepted to work at a reputable bank as a consultant, I immediately told you, right?”

“And you remember that time my attitude was ordinary.” I tried to remind him. Haris was very happy at the time. He said not everyone can achieve it. He must be proud and feel he has managed to show his advantages. And for me it was all normal, because papa had arranged it.  

"So, it's all thanks to you and your Papa?" He asked as if he could not believe what I was saying.

I nodded with a smile, it was funny to see the expression on Haris's face like a defeated soldier.

“You shouldn't be fooling around with me, a righteous loser, hitching a ride in life and work. You should be married to a conglomerate child so there is no need to bother asking for recommendations here and there. Just embarrass the family. Nah! We should have changed roles. I wore a skirt and took care of the house, while you pursued a very proud career. I'm nothing in your eyes" said Haris.

I squinted my eyes, why did Haris talk that way?  

“Loh, how are you even angry? I only do the best for us, you also benefit,”, I replied a little emotionally. I deserve a thank you instead of the trashy phrase I heard just now.

“Awarded? Do you know what you did that only made my pride fall in your family's eyes? Without you helping me I'm sure I can get the job, why do you always act like it?” answer Haris with great emphasis.

“Haris, stop it, don't exaggerate. I just want you to get a job fast. What harm? Also Papa doesn't mind!”

I'm still trying to convince him not to misunderstand me. 

“You will never be able to understand, because you are not in my position. I forget that if you are never wrong, your life is always perfect,”.

"Honey, where are you going? Are you angry with me?" I yelled at him, but Haris didn't care. Wait, he turned around, for sure now he regretted his words and wanted to apologize.

"For this time, please don't interfere in my life choices. Appreciate me, Diana."

"meaning?" 

"I will stop working and get a job that recognizes my ability, my hard work! Not out of pity and connection to you or your family!"