Marriage Stain
What About Another Woman's Womb?

Sora had arrived in front of his magnificent house, he got off from a taxi. Mr. Dadang opened the door for himself.

"Mas Alan's home sir?" ask Sora to the baby-beak man.

"Didn't he just go with the lady?"

Sora was silent for a moment, meaning her husband had not yet returned, having left himself alone in a cafe at dinner last night.

"So Mas Alan there is a sudden need like it," said Sora looking for the right answer for Mr. Dadang.

"Yes sir, I went in first," Sora left his spacious yard. He walked into his house that looked empty and deserted. A house that is like uninhabited, because the atmosphere is very quiet.

Kriett..

Sora opened the main door of his house, a house that was given to him at the beginning of the wedding. This house should be a place where the two carve a lot of happy stories. But in reality, it only tells the sad story between Sora and Alan.

Seen both eyes Sora still moist, traces of tears still clearly visible on the look of his face. Sora was back alone. Loneliness envelops Sora's heart, he so wants the presence of a child in his life. But reality is so cruel to his life.

Sora can't sleep tonight. Many times he tried to close his eyes, but never closed. His mind took Sora walking everywhere. Because of the drowsiness that did not come to him, Sora chose to rise from his bed that is large enough. A bed that can fit four people. The bed is now a prison for Sora.

A prison that imprisoned her heart, Sora just wanted warm love not need the luxury that felt bland to her.

Slowly approaching the exit, his eyes traced every corner of the room in front of him. Suddenly his foot stopped right in Alan's study. The shadow as he was left by Alan in the cafe approached him.

Sora lethargicly opened the door of her husband's study, it was rarely locked. Alan had no secrets to hide from Sora. Previously their relationship did not have problems, only child problems that made them stretch.

Sora slowly walked up to Alan's desk, he sat there for quite a while. Sora was looking for traces of Alan's touch through his study. Several times Sora glanced at the clock that was attached to the wall. It's late, Alan's not coming home.

Feeling bored, Sora resumed her footsteps. He stopped as his eyes caught a bottle of wine in the corner of the room. Clearly it belonged to Mas Alan her husband, Inner Sora.

Sora grabbed the bottle of drink he always blamed, a drink that always made him more lament his fate. This time Sora wanted to taste the taste of the wine, was it true that the burden on his shoulders would disappear if he looked at the illicit drink? With great curiosity, Sora grabbed and uncorked the bottle.

Without the glass, Sora gave her a drink straight from the bottle. His chaotic mind made his healthy wits become less sane. The first time the drink broke through her throat, Sora flinched. A foreign taste creeps in his senses.

Sora who was in trouble, chose to spend the entire contents of his wine bottle. Now the bottle in his hand was empty. Sora, who was affected by alcohol, appeared to be drunk.

He staggered towards his room, Sora had already lost consciousness. He fancied not out of reason. The words that he had been silent in the depths of his heart now he took them all out. He smiles sometimes like crazy. Sora was already at the bottom. He has completely lost his mind.

He slumped on the slippery floor, his feet seemed unable to deny his body anymore, clear circles had wet his face.

Sora tried to get up limping, but his trembling body made it hard for him to stand up straight. He could only curl up lamenting his fate.

"Why can't I, while others easily," said Sora, this time the words coming out of his lips were very soft. A few moments later Sora's body relaxes. Sora fell unconscious inside his own house, a house filled with the scent of voidness.

The clock was showing at two in the morning, the roar of Alan's car engine was heard. The man had just returned home after settling down. Alan opened his own gate, because Mr. Dadang apparently overslept. But Alan did not mind, he realized it was too late to go home.

After parking his car in his garage, Alan enters the house. With a feeling of gontai Alan stepped his foot. He felt lazy if he had to look at his wife. He was still angry at Sora who asked him to marry another woman to get offspring.

Alan felt Sora looking one eye at his loyalty. If he did not love Sora sincerely, it was certain that he would have remarried long ago. His mother had long since forced him to remarry. It's just that his love does not allow the woman he loves most to be hurt.

For Alan, Sora's happiness was paramount. Likes and sorrows they will always be together, it has become his promise when Ijab qobul he said. If she hasn't been gifted a child, it might be a marriage test for her and Sora.

Alan planned to sleep in the living room alone, but his feelings became unpleasant. He remembers leaving Sora alone at dinner. Alan went upstairs to his room. While going to his room, Alan was so surprised to see Sora lying on the floor.

"Sora"

"Soraya," called Alan many times, but never got the approval from his wife.

The smell of alcohol stung from his wife's mouth. Alan who memorized the smell instantly hissed. Alan's current feelings are indescribable.

His expression was also difficult to describe. Pri was carrying the body of his wife, Alan put Sora on his bedroom bed. Alan massaged his head, he felt so dizzy facing all this.

Alan who was feeling tired, laid his body beside Sora. He tried repeatedly to close his eyes, slowly he fell asleep beside his wife.

Sora's eyes opened as the sun burst into his room, he blinked both eyes. Clear his blurry-looking eyes. Sora also held her head with both hands. Dizziness strikes his head.

After successfully mastering her consciousness, Sora turned to the side of the man sleeping by her side. Turns out Alan's husband came home last night, Inner Sora.

Sora looked at her husband's face deeply. Slowly he raised his hand to touch Alan's face. Gently Sora stroked the delicate face of the husband, his heart became wondering. Would he share this man with another woman? Sora watched Alan combine love, other than with himself?

Sora was again wrapped in doubt, he really wanted to have children. Does he have to divide Alan to get a child from another woman's womb? Doesn't it matter if Alan's son wasn't born from his womb? What if Alan loves a woman other than himself? The morning full of question marks begins the days of Sora.

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