Dream Womb
Cold War

POV Diana's

Once Haris said he would divorce me after the child I bear was born. Does he think I'm a child's factory? Can only conceive, give birth, then after it is abandoned?

'It's only in your dreams, Haris!' I just sat up but didn't want to bother with his words.

Haris can say anything about the future of our household, but we'll see if he can really do that. The person he listened to the most, namely in-laws, was already on my side.

Haris with full consciousness returned to me. Although it might be why it is just compassion, I don't care. The important thing is that he is now with me and is mine again.

I immediately jumped onto the soft apartment bed. The bed with the best import quality that provides comfort when I am on it.

The soft whiz of fresh air from the Air Conditioner hit my face, presenting the cold sensation that I longed for. I immediately turned on the aromatherapy Diffuser, and the fragrance of lavender gently greeted the nose.

Ah, my life is perfect! I took a deep breath, sucking out all the comfort presented before my eyes.

For almost a week at Haris' house, I was so tormented. The cold air is immeasurably makes me lazy to just wash my face. As a result, my face became dull. The smell in the room makes me nauseous.

"Huh, I finally got to the apartment too!" I smiled with excitement.

If there was a choice to go back to Haris's parents' house, I promise I'll never choose to go there again. The most beautiful place, the best paradise in this room.

Just for a moment I straightened the legs whose muscles felt sore, suddenly Haris came. He entered without knocking on the door. I'm glad we'll finally sleep together again.

"Wait a minute Haris, I'll change the bed first. My body is still tired" I said as I watched him heading to our bed.

"As for you, I'm just going to get these pillows, bolsters, and blankets!" Haris pulled the pillow, bolster, and blanket that was beside me.

"Where are you going?" I asked when I saw the man move away. Haris turned around and looked at me sharply.

"Don't ever think we'd sleep in bed again, Diana. Because I just came back to this house as the father of that child, not as a husband. So don't ever expect me to sleep with you again!"

Haris's words again cut my heart. I was pensive for a moment to hear his words. For a moment I was confused how to behave.

"You know, don't you mean? From now on we'll split the bed, and I repeat after the child is born, the divorce suit I keep going to the religious court."

I smiled, though only in my heart. I have enjoyed this game for a long time. Making Haris not berkutik in fact gives its own satisfaction.

"Honey, you must be tired after driving far, you should rest, yes." I tried to calm him down.

Haris' mother's words still ring in my ear. Actually that advice is for his son, but why does it feel more related to my condition? I have a lot of patience with Haris. All right, it's okay. I'll take this as a sacrifice of love.

'Son, look, mama is fighting for you. Mama will do anything to get your papa back to our same, ' my inner being while stroking the belly where my fetus must be feeling the same turmoil. Slowly my tears came down, but I immediately wiped them.

"Don't cry, Diana!" I try to strengthen my heart.

Tonight Haris is actually sleeping on the living room couch. I looked at him from the room because the door was deliberately left open. Who knows when night falls, Haris changes his mind, but until morning, the man seems to be comfortable with his sleeping position and does not rub me again.

The next day, we went to Papa's house as promised. When I got home, I told papa.

"Diana darling, congratulations! I am so glad you are finally pregnant! Take good care of this." My mom's welcome was so warm. He hugged me tightly. I also returned it with joy.

"Thanks, Ma. Mama's gonna be an oma soon."

In the midst of this family, I always felt like a princess, never hurt and wasted.

"Diana, Papa misses you. If you're going anywhere, at least tell Papa to let Papa know you're okay." This time it was Papa who greeted me with his warm embrace.

"Yes, Pa. I'm doing fine. Yesterday I was picked up by Mas Haris at his house," I replied, glancing at my husband who seemed uncomfortable between my parents.

"Come, come here, Mama has made a special dish to welcome future grandchildren. Yuk, we go to the dinner table," take mom.

Why don't they say hi to Haris? Ah, never mind, maybe this is the little reward Haris deserves from my family. He has dared to hurt me, the beloved daughter of this family.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Haris was even out of the house. I saw his back move away. It seemed like he wanted to go to the park that was in front of this residential complex.

Tbc.