Dream Womb
Free!

I digest what Mas Andre said about Diana being in an accident, is it really all because of me? If true, I am at all

didn't want that to happen. I admit I was wrong to have feelings for Haris, her husband. However, my heart could not lie to the feeling that I already loved. Oh my God, I am a sinful woman.

What am I supposed to do now? Andre knows everything, too. There's nothing to cover anymore, nothing

self-defense. I resigned and I was willing to end it all. I was no longer able to live this empty household, but it turned out that Mas Andre did not want to divorce me at all.

He pressured me into making mistakes, forcing me to pay for everything by serving at home, in this kitchen, as I have always done before.

I can't, I'm already at the limit of my abilities. Ever since I met Haris, I've found my buried identity. I have a dream I can achieve. I am not a useless woman either

as Andre said. Because I got an email from the Institution where I applied to work to immediately teach at a branch near my home area. Errata, this is not my house, but Mas Andre's house.

I packed my clothes in my suitcase that morning, prepared breakfast as usual and was about to leave. Just now I was wearing shoes, Mas Andre came out of the room.

“Where are you going?” hardiknya with bulging eyes. Her gaze wildly scanned me from toe to toe and stopped on the suitcase

the one beside me.

“I think we need time. I can't go on anymore, Mom. Like you said, I'm a despicable woman. So let me go, please,

I'll replace all the money that you've spent on me. I'll send it every month when I've received the salary.”

Andre didn't answer, but I could see the barrier tightening. Without warning he approached me quickly and grabbed my suitcase and threw it in any direction. He gripped my cheek until I felt

aches.

“Mas!”

“You're not going anywhere!”

“What am I here for again? Isn't everything clear, our household can't be maintained anymore, I've also gotten

work, so Mas need not fear loss.”

“Fuck with your job and salary, I don't need!” Andre pulled my hand and dragged me into the room.

“Akh!” I was knocked down and my knee hit the floor hard enough. I turned to Mas Andre who was staring in anger.

“Why? Sick? Your pain is not worth my pain, Keysha!” hisses.

I looked up, as he discussed the matter of sickness. Andre doesn't deserve to say that at all. Who was hurt? Don't

kidding around! I stood holding the throbbing pain on my knees while clenching my hands.

“No, I'm not that sick. If you want to think, I'm the one who's sickest here. A long time ago, I held on when you chided my machetes.

Saying I'm useless to even a stupid woman. Can't give kids and so on. Do you deserve to discuss the issue of heartache? Here, here it is out of shape, Mas!” point me at my own chest. I pressed him in so he could see how frustrated I had been with him.

“I realize my shortcomings, I know that very well! I struggled alone doing various efforts so that I could give offspring, the thing I expected as pride left over from me to you Mas, but what? You never appreciate it, not even the face of resentment and annoyance that you show. Regretting that your money was exhausted by me, even though that money also went into your stomach!” press me with a vibrating voice. I shed tears as this tightness had finally evaporated already.

The man was flabbergasted to see me for the first time daring to raise a voice even complaining to him. Complaints about his attitude

all this time. I'm fed up!

“With Haris I get what you never gave me, Mas. Gentleness and a tribute, treat me

“STOP CALLING HIS NAME!” yell out Andre.

I flinched, the scream made me clench my lips tightly. Even so, I have prepared myself in case Mas Andre

doing something unexpected like hitting me or something.

I closed my eyes as Mas Andre approached. What will he do this time? I guessed in my heart.

“Challenge as much as you want, I will never let you go. When your dream is to have children. Then I will grant it, as soon as possible!” Mas Andre whispered after that he walked towards the door and

shutting it. I opened my eyes when I heard the key sound. I bought it and immediately ran to the door.

Cklek, cklek, cklek!

I pulled the door lever that was shaking.

Locked down?

Brak, brak, brak!

“Mas! Open door! Mas!” I banged on the door trying to get out. Andre did not open it.

I looked for my phone, and I realized that the flat object was in the bag that Mas Andre threw. I'm sitting in front

door, it feels like my body is jelly. Why is it like this?

A lot of things I thought about, like today I should have started teaching. I'm restoring my coarse hair, taking my breath away

faltered.

***

I faintly heard footsteps approaching, I blinked trying to open my eyes. I fell asleep because I was so tired of screaming and begging to open the door. Not long the door was open. I got up immediately, but Mas Andre immediately covered the door with his body so I could not get out.

“Mas, what do you mean?” peekikku trying to reach the door.

“Why still ask? Of course I'm locking you up so you can't go anywhere,” he replied without guilt.

“Mas, don't be like a child!”

“You want to go to the fucking Haris ‘ right? Do you have no heart? He's got a wife, Keysha! Conscious!” Andre shook my body.

I took a heavy breath, a reality that crossed the line. “I know, maybe I'll give up on Haris, but that doesn't mean I'll stay. Parting with you is my own choice, Mas.”

Andre changed his face even more bleak. “You really can't talk to me properly.” He led me to bed with my hand blocked. He brought a rope and tied it to me. I'm dilating

eyes see what he does. I revolted as I could. However, of course, female power can not beat the power of a man.

“Mas! Release!”

“Think again, use your head to think Keysha! Is it hard to follow all my wishes? All for our good!”

I shook my head with tears, Mas Andre has gone mad!