Dream Womb
Telephone number

What Haris is doing is really dangerous. He must have done it by accident when our fingers touched, but when his fingers began to slip between my fingers, it was no longer an accident.

I glanced at Haris, but the man did not react to anything. He kept looking straight ahead, without looking at me. Stupidly, I wish he had turned his head, even though it would be one thing that would definitely set a question mark on his wife's mind.

"Mrs Diana Teresa, please come in!" The sound of nurses standing guard in front of the uterine polyclinic rang out loud in the ears.

Haris' wife got up from her seat, followed by her husband. "Come, honey, we've been called! It's getting late, I can miss the meeting this way." The voice of Haris' wife hurriedly pulled her husband's hand.

"Yes, yes, wait a minute" Haris replied as he grabbed the bag still left on the seat next to me.

Her name is Diana Teresa. The name is not foreign. Notary Diana Teresa, yes, that name I've heard before. Whether I read it on social media, or when I get together with my friends and they talk about it, I forget. To be clear, Notary Diana Teresa remained aware of my position as a nobody.

Haris is very lucky to have a wife like Diana Teresa, a beautiful woman, a nice body, a nice job. Anyone who met Diana Teresa would definitely say that she was an amazing beauty. The combination of beauty and intelligence is in Diana Teresa.

Instantly I felt like a fool who had very high hopes of having a husband like Haris. Absolutely disgraceful! Again I looked at the sandals I was wearing, reminding me that I was just a housewife who every day became the basis of the anger of the husband because it was considered a woman who was not a fool, even 'just' just having kids can't.

I smiled wryly because I felt like this was really a dwarf.

'Keysha, Keysha .. You really don't know yourself, huh, want to pair yourself with a famous notary? Even until you die, it will not be able to match Diana Teresa's charm.' I just smiled while deep in thought, laughing at myself who was not self-aware.

Haris got up, followed his wife's steps to the doctor's office. The man did not look at me in the least. I cursed myself again. Why should he look at me, while we pretend not to know each other?

I could only see two of them moving away. When I realized something was tucked in my finger, I immediately saw it. It turned out that Haris slipped a piece of paper in my hand. I hurriedly opened the paper which turned out to contain Haris's cell phone number.

My heart rhythm has been irregular since earlier, then when Haris slipped a paper containing his mobile number, my chest was like being hit by a sledgehammer. I wasn't sure I could concentrate on the examination that day. So I decided to go home without waiting for my turn to arrive.

Along the way I kept staring at that piece of paper. Why did Haris give her phone number? I really don't understand, and it makes me curious. After arriving home, I immediately busied myself, preparing the ingredients for cooking, but unfortunately, while I was cooking, my memory returned to the mobile number that Haris gave me.

There was a desire to call Haris. 'Ah, this is crazy! I won't do it, ' my inner self.

Anyway, what am I calling him for? Conversation asking for news? Didn't we just meet? Or should I be insinuating him because he pretended not to know me? Wasn't it! Because it should be so, so that his wife does not suspect.

My cooking is ripe, but I don't know if it feels as good as usual because my mind is wandering everywhere, more precisely to one name, Haris. Haris must have had his own goal of giving away his cell phone number.

'Lately! If Haris gave me his phone number, I'd better keep it on my phone so it doesn't go away. I think, for a while, that's all I can do.'

I haven't had time to type in Haris' phone number, suddenly Mas Andre came. I immediately put down my phone and welcomed my husband.

Mas Andre scoops the rice and oseng bean sprouts know the eggs I prepared for him. There was also fried mujair fish, along with lemonade sauce, our simple menu that night.

Andre looks good to enjoy my cooking. If you are in calm mode, Mas Andre is fun as a husband. She never fussed with any cooking I served.

My attention is now turned to Haris's mobile number which I haven't had time to save. I ventured to type one by one the numbers on the paper.

"Where are the results of today's examination?"

Mas Andre's voice surprised me so accidentally I just pressed the call button on the number Haris that I had typed on the phone, but I had not been able to save.

Tut ....

I made an outgoing call, and Haris took it! What should I do while in front of me Mas Andre was watching me like an eagle staring at its prey? My heart is beating fast.

If Mas Andre finds out I made a phone call to another man, it's over. However, no matter what impulse got me up from my seat, I decided to speak to Haris.

"Mas, hold on, huh? I got Ayu's phone first," I said lyingly as Mas Andre looked at me as if asking for an explanation because I was busy with my phone and ignored her question.

I didn't think about Mas Andre's reaction. I hurried away with my phone.

My footsteps felt light while walking towards the terrace because I did not want this chatter to be heard by Mas Andre.

This time I was very brave. Although already know the risk Mas Andre will be angry if I know I call other men, but I remain reckless. After this I feel like I have to prepare myself immediately because I can end up being buried.

[Hello? Who is this from?] There was the masculine voice of Haris, a voice that, although only said a few words, was already able to ravage my heart.

I was really nervous and didn't know how to deal with this unexpected situation. How could my hand hit the call button wrong, when it was supposed to save it?

[Hello?] The voice sounded again.

"Eh, yes, sorry. Haris, it's me, Keysha," I replied faltering as I held back my voice from reaching the dinner table.

[Keisya, is that you? I can't believe you finally called me. Thank you, I am so happy to hear your voice.] Said Haris again.

Is it nice to get a call from me? Actually I wanted to explain this misunderstanding, that I just accidentally dialed the number. But wouldn't it be even more reassuring if I did intend to call and just look around for an excuse out of embarrassment?