Dream Womb
Where's Haris?

From that day on I always cooked for Haris, from breakfast to lunch to dinner. I don't mind myself at all. Think of it as a reward for the good I can do for her.

“This is stock for lunch,” said I gave a box of supplies. I gave it to him in the car.

Haris smiled happily, his sparkling face became my daily food. It gives me positive energy. Makes me happy.

“Still, Key.” Haris stared at the box for a moment. “Are you not hassles making it every day for me?” tanyakanya.

“No, I made it all for me lunch. So no trouble,” said me so he does not feel shy.

Haris nodded. “Yes, you also have to eat a lot. Your cheeks are starting to taper.” the man rubbed my cheeks gently. The touch made me flinch, I looked away in embarrassment.

“I must have eaten a lot, just relax!”

I heard the ruckus from him, the little laugh was melodious. I was not bored to see the image that God carved so perfect. Until now I was dreaming of being here with him, laughing freely together. A feeling of happiness that I never get, to sometimes make me afraid of losing. Suddenly my heart throbbed pain.

The deg!

“Key? You why?”

Haris flicked his hand to break my daydream of all possibilities. God, I don't want to lose this guy. However, if our destiny is not together can I accept it?

“Key?”

“Keysha!”

“Ah, sorry I daydreamed!” I lowered my head to cover the agonizing heart.

Haris pulled my chin to look at her. “What are you thinking? Just laughed for a while now it's somber, what's Key?”

I scanned back into Haris's face, diving into the soothing black lake. I want to keep it as a memory in my heart. Whether we are together or not, I can remember him. Again, I speculated. I'm tormented as long as our status still hangs like this.

“Keysha, you didn't answer. Don't make me worry.”

No, I didn't want to make Haris worry at all, but somehow this unpleasant feeling was implied all of a sudden.

I put on a thin smile. “It looks like I'm not feeling well. Yesterday I stayed up late for making a learning plan.”

The man took a deep breath and then hugged me. “Key, take care of your health. Don't self-film. I don't want you to get sick.”

I closed my eyes permeating the warmth of Haris' embrace. I rubbed his back gently. “Yes, I won't be sick. I'll take good care of myself!”

***

"I'm going to pick you up, I happen to have not much work today" Haris said. The man kissed the back of my hand. I nodded with blushing cheeks.

Haris' car passed after coming down to me in the parking lot where I taught. Upon entering the building, many of my colleagues welcomed me with warm greetings.

"Morning, Miss Keysha!"

"Morning, Miss Ratna," I said kindly.

“Bu Keysha has a clock for what class?”

“I have a teaching schedule in class III.”

“Owh, I happen to be in class IV, let's go there together!” bargain me.

We also walked to class. Secretly, Ms. Ratna looked at me. I can see it from the tail of his eyes.

“Bu, Keysha ... who always ushers it's Mom's lover, huh?”

When asked like that, my tongue suddenly faded. What is the appropriate answer to our relationship? A forbidden relationship that will surely be hated by many people. Cap as a patent impersonator on me because of the status of Haris who is still a husband. Not only that, my status as a wife also adds to the bad situation. I turned to Ms. Ratna, if she knew the truth she would never know me again.

I bit my lips before I answered.

“Dia .…”

Teeett!

“Wah, the bell has rung. Come on, come on in Mom! Later the children scatter looking for us, can be critical if it gets caught Miss Rosi!” Ms. Ratna stepped up to leave me.

I was stunned, speechless to see Ms. Ratna getting further away. A little more I will open my disgrace, but the universe holds me back. Should I feel grateful?

***

“Bu Key, we first yes!” said my colleagues. The clock has arrived. I was alone waiting for Haris to come.

“Yes, be careful on the road!” I cried while waving my hand. I glanced at my watch which showed a pulse of 18.30.

Not usually Haris is late, I check my phone. There was also no message from Haris. I tried to reach him.

[Aimportant number is inactive at-]

I hit the red icon closing the call. His phone is off, is it possible that he is busy and there is a sudden job? The problem is, should I keep waiting? If I go home, Haris will be here I'll be gone. Long enough I weighed until unknowingly the sky was getting darker. The watch showed at 20:00.

“I'd better go home, maybe Haris is doing a lot of work,” my monologue is holding back worries. “Or could he have reached home?” guess again. I also decided to go home.