Marrying the Virgin Widow (Senandung Dawn)
My wife's heart injury

[It's quiet really, stop by yuk 😭 one house with Chia in sono 🙏]

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Dara who was in the bathroom immediately sat limp on top of the closet with her hands shaking while holding a small object that eventually fell to the floor as well.

Clear liquid increasingly rapidly fell on his cheeks when both eyes closed, whether it had been how many times he did a pregnancy test that all always with the same result, namely NEGATIVE. As a wife, of course, he wants to also be a mother figure, but at the age of marriage that has been running for 7 years, the title he never got.

Yes, 7 years had he and Arsen waded through the household ark as a two-line fighter who longed for the laughter of the little angel entrusted by the Divine.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Darling, are you inside?" Call Arsen, the man who until this moment is still a dream husband because he remains strong to survive the marriage conditions that are just alone.

"I-iya, Mom. Wait a minute, yes," replied Dara while wiping her tears, she also did not forget to wash her face so as not to look damp.

It had been since last night he imagined how happy this morning if only the line that appeared there were two, it was because he had been late for the month for 4 days. Fortunately, she had not told her husband anything.

Chequek.

"Mas, would you like to take a bath with warm water? let Dara get ready."

"Not to, darling. Just a regular bath, make warm tea without sugar, yes" Arsen's message that has never called the wife by name even in front of others.

A marriage that should be more perfect if there are descendants among them. But baby, sometimes God wants to raise a person's degree by giving a test first.

"Alright, Dara wait in the dining room, yes, later work clothes as usual, Dara put it on the bed."

"Yes, honey," said Arsen, who then went into the bathroom.

The 33-year-old man immediately released everything attached to his high body to innocence without anything else. But, there was one thing that became the center of attention when the two men's eyes caught a white object on the floor right near the closet.

"Negative again!" furious Arsen who threw the rough thing into the trash.

His mood was suddenly bad when he knew if the wife was still the same, could not or maybe would not be able to give birth to children for him, even though his coworkers always told him enthusiastically about their various activities, starting from dropping off and picking up school children who sound very fond of Arsen's ears who sometimes imagine and fantasize about becoming a father in the near future.

Although it does not look too longing, Arsen was still disappointed with the fate he accepted even though it was never terbesit in his mind to marry again.

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"Mas, the tea is there. Want some fried rice breakfast or jam bread?" asked Dara when the husband had come and immediately pulled one of the dining table chairs, he threw the buttocks right in front of Dara.

"No need, I don't want to eat anything this morning," replied Arsen lazily, even a little taut without looking at his wife who nodded in understanding.

Arsen who just shook his head as a form of rejection was asserted again by his wife, Dara so did not take breakfast when the man halal it was just a hot tea without fresh sugar made.

"I go first, good at home. Do not open the door when a stranger comes, quickly contact me if there is something," Arsen's message that never forget he reminded Dara who was only alone in their home. The woman always refused ART because it was not too necessary, besides it felt uncomfortable if there were strangers in their small palace.

As a good wife, Dara immediately grabbed the back of Arsen's hand to kiss him in a reverent manner, she also drove her husband to the front door of the car while doing a play kiss forehead and cheek.

"Heart on the road yes, Mas," said Dara who did not get an answer let alone a smile.

Dara let go of her husband with a strange feeling because unlike usual the man was suddenly cold if not after a fight.

"Why Mas Arsen?" bathin Dara who is still on the porch of the house when her husband's vehicle is not visible.

Another case with the wife who was confused, Arsen actually repeatedly hit the steering wheel of his car to vent his annoyance because of the incident Tespek in the bathroom that he accidentally found.

He suddenly urinated in unclear affairs even though he was determined to increase his patience for the integrity of his household.

But, all that seemed to disappear and so stifling his chest, his focus was dissolved in work until realized by some of his coworkers.

"Ar, why else?" bian asked as he approached Arsen who was making coffee.

"What's wrong," she replied with a bitter smile on the tip of her lips.

"Berantem with Dara?. Sorry, guess I was wrong. " Bian was one of Arsen's best friends from before marriage so he also knew about Dara and the essence of the two people's household problems.

"Look out, it's a matter of no end to me as well as him. I am tired of it too. Males debate but always repeat, I'm bored," replied Arsen who finally can vent the turmoil of his regret.

"Patience, this is a household test. None of you have a problem, right? So you can't blame yourself and Dara, it's just a matter of time when God loves you trust," said Bian who has always been Arsen's listener and advisor all this time, as well as his, because the household is privacy, Arsen certainly does not carelessly tell stories if not to the closest friends.

"Hem, okay. Thank you, Lo is my best friend," Arsen replied, hugging Bian a glance before his best friend returned to the study with a canned drink in his hand.

After Bian left, Lisa came to hear what the two men were talking about, not a few people in the office who know if Arsen has not had children from his wife who said the crowd is an angel of the world so beautiful and shady when in view.

"Sir Arsen, make some more coffee?" ask Lisa for a little chat

"Yes, you want to do it too?" ask back Arsen, compared to her senior self, of course Lisa is a child yesterday afternoon who worked long hours just not a year.

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"Can, Sir. Or do you want to do something else with me?"