Dream Womb
Pity

“Mas, I want a small reunion with my High School friends. Can, right?”

I started the conversation when the day changed. Early in the morning usually the mood of Mas Andre is still good, the right time to ask for permission to leave the house today.

“There's just a reason for you to get out of the house. Where do you want reunian?” ask Andre flat.

“At Ratih's house. Just three, really. Me, Ratih the same Ayu. Can you, Mas?”

Mas Andre's face was still flat. He just nodded his head.

“What matters is not in public places. I don't like it when you go to public places, to shopping, to restaurants, to cafes, don't spend money there!” Mas Andre again pointed out the money case.

“So can't, Mas?”

I need to get some more confirmation so I don't get suspected. The man just nodded his head.

“Still, yes, Mas.”

“Don't forget the time, when it's done go home directly,” he added.

Replace me who nods my head.

“Iya, Mas. It won't be long, kok.”

I'm getting ready to meet Ayu and Ratih. We have not let go of longing for a long time, only occasionally reply to messages in WAG. Ratih deliberately invited me and Ayu. He said he missed both of us. Of course I also feel kangen, as well as want to forget for a moment the heavy burden that has been squeezing the chest.

I need to talk to people, not just stare at the walls in this house.

I finally got to the house of Rath. Ayu arrived first. We also chatted to let go of longing.

“Keisya, tuh, who at that time had a heavy crush on Lutfi. How's he doing now, huh, Key?” ask Ayu.

I put my shoulders down.

“I haven't heard from him in a long time. I guess, anyway, married. Funny too, yes, if you remember. That time when I met Lutfi, my chest felt like it was beating really fast. If you remember I was embarrassed myself.”

“That's called first love. First love will not be forgotten. By the way, this fruit is very fresh. Ratih, you made your own?” asked Ayu while pouring the pickled broth into a small bowl.

Ratih nodded his head.

“I tried a new recipe, it looks too sour, huh?”

“Not really. Fresh, kok, sugar is also fitting,” Ayu replied.

“Iya, right. Suitable to eat during the day in this hot weather,” added me.

We were back in a very late conversation. Ayu then poured the soft drinks that she brought.

“Come, Ratih. Here is your glass,” said Ayu.

Ratih shook his head. “You guys, I don't drink soda anymore,” replied Ratih.

“Why? Where's tumben? Usually if we buy pizza, you are the number one drink fizzy,” said Ayu.

“It's okay, it's not good anymore. In the wind like,” elak Ratih.

“Why don't you even want to eat your own makeup, Ratih?” I chew while chewing.

“Before you guys come, I've eaten a lot. So now I'm full. Anyway enjoyed it, yes, this perfunctory dish,” said Ratih again.

Suddenly the woman covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Long enough he was in the bathroom then came out with a slightly paled face, it seemed like Ratih had vomited.

This time I felt my instincts were not wrong. It seems like Ratih is pregnant. Why didn't he tell us this good news?

Ratih has only been married for two years, while Ayu is almost the same as me. We got married in the same year, just a different month and now Ayu already has a six-year-old daughter.

“Aduh, sorry, yes. I go back and forth, I seem to catch a cold. So a bit nauseous, so,” said Ratih while massaging his shoulders

“Have taken medicine?” ask Ayu.

Ratih.

“Already, really, I was already taking liquid medicine. A little sauces as well, anyway, lately,” replied Ratih.

“Since when are you nauseous, Ratih?” aska I want to know.

“Entahlah. Looks like, uh, a few days, but it's severe, tuh, today it is. I'm sorry, you don't want to ruin the mood. Indeed gini my body, a little catch a cold. Come on, dong, eaten again. There are many other foods. The prospects are still intact, there is also a mayo risol you have not touched. Keisya, usually you like my mayo risol. Why insured?”

“Oh, yes, I will spend it later. Just relax.”

I answered while thinking. Ratih seems to be pregnant, why isn't she being honest?

“It's late in the afternoon like, I should be home soon, huh. Hunting my husband who came home first, can be long business. Although it was permission, but still not good if the husband who went home first. Yes, right?”

Get up off the couch. Then after the chips with me and Ratih he passed. So did I who immediately followed Ayu. After saying goodbye to Ratih, we separated.

Along the way, I kept thinking why didn't Ratih tell us about her pregnancy? Even until we got home, he was still silent.

Train must be keeping my feelings. She had been married for only two years and was now pregnant, and I had been waiting for seven years, but had not found the two red lines in the testespect that I had waited almost every morning faithfully.

Why should they pity me who has no children? I'm really disappointed. Arriving home, I shed my disappointment by crying loudly on the bed.

I don't want to be in this position either, so they shouldn't have to pity me. I keep fighting and won't give up on getting offspring, so don't assume their pregnancy will hurt me.

'You are a strong woman.' Again I imagined Haris strengthening me.

Outside the rain fell so hard, but it felt more like my tears were flowing without me being able to control. These tears never dry up and run out when I feel hopeless, only he who is loyal becomes a friend.

Not long after that Andre came home. Damn, I forgot the house is still a mess.

“Why does a house like a ship break? Not even you clean the dishwasher piled up, the clothesline is not lifted when it rains, the dining table is also empty there is no food. Keisya, what are you doing all day? I told you you can get out, but don't come home late. Now even this way, if given permission. You must have just come home, right? Not had time to clean up already gone, husband came home a mess like a ship broke.” Andre continued to grumble without knowing my heart was bleeding.

I got out of bed and started cooking for my husband's dinner.

“If it goes on like this, I won't let you out again, Key. Enough, today is the last. There are too many reasons for you. You know what, don't you? My biggest regret is marrying you, Keisya! Useless woman.”