My Last Wedding Chance
Chapter 4 The Change
A month after my return from the Hospital, my condition slowly began to improve even though my Psychic condition was still very unstable.
As long as I went through the healing process, the mother who always came to help me every day. It's not too bad to bring me good home food.
Sometimes dad, Takeru and Ben take turns visiting me. I am grateful to have those who love me endlessly.
*kring
Crates
Cring*
"Call..."
"How are you doing, son ?" a telephone voice that turned out to be from my Mother-in-law
"Okay ma, Harumi is now slowly able to move her own land at home" I replied withstanding the sadness that I did not want to appear to my mother-in-law
"Don't worry my son, losing your baby will be replaced by God as soon as possible. Don't despair, you'll be able to have that chance again someday"
I couldn't bear to hear the words of my mother-in-law Ellena, a very nice middle-aged woman who always cared for me. Although I rarely met him, he always called asking me to know.
Mama Ellena was expecting a granddaughter from her Son. He wanted Anton to have offspring that could carry on the generation of his family.
If you know my condition is very small chance of getting pregnant again, she will definitely be disappointed and sadder. I don't want that to happen. I tried to cover up all my bad conditions, including my relationship with Anton, which was getting tenuous.
"Well, don't forget to take care of your health, if Harumi is healthy again, we will visit Mamah there" I replied, continuing to feel the tightness in my chest holding back tears
"greet Anton and the family there, son, you always pray that God will always bless you, and that Harumi may soon be Mother" said Ellena, who ended our brief conversation
After my return from the Hospital, Anton was rarely at home, he went every morning to the office and came home late at night.
Even we rarely chatted much at home, just asking for news and he passed away going out. It's like it's time to just work and get out of the house. It was like living with a stranger.
Indeed before marriage I knew Anton briefly, about 5 months. After that we immediately decided to get married. I don't know his nature and personality too deeply, I just know he's very kind and considerate of me. Anton is easily familiar with others and has a wide association. It's different with me being a little closed.
Every day, he wakes up very early at 6 am, gets ready and goes to the office. He had not had breakfast with me for a month. He spent his time working and came home late at night until 2 am, and so on.
The reason is always that it is, is working on many large Projects, organizing companies and recruiting some Employees for the preparation of its new Projects.
I, who was still in a wheelchair, began to try to train my every movement every day alone. Sometimes you help me, come in the morning and come home in the afternoon. I know you understand my condition and Anton's, but he never asked me too deeply.
He realized that the condition of his son is the most important is to be immediately healthy again and can be happy to move as usual.
Hotel Hampton Bristol
At 8:30 pm
We were silent and the silence in the room, the room that should have been the most romantic place for couples who would love to be, had to be very sad.
I, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, could only stare blankly at the back of my husband standing behind me.
Anton is indeed very changed, even too many changes.
He is more indifferent, often coming home from work in the smell of liquor and cigarettes.
Worse, if he wanted to channel his desire he drank liquor first until he was drunk and then forced me to serve him.
Sometimes even when he wanted to get in touch with me, he tied my hands together. And won't let me touch it.
I am like a worthless woman in the eyes of my husband. When I wanted to fight, he grew so much that he sometimes covered my mouth with his hands, as if he didn't care about my condition.
He never hit me or said rudely to me, he knew his limits. But it hurts me the most why it changes when I need it.
It is not easy for a wife who is convicted like me to survive in the sphere of the social world. I want only my husband who I love, his warm embrace, his sweet words that can make me stronger.
Only 1 year I feel the sweetness of marriage, the rest I like hitching a ride with someone else. My husband who should love me, now only comes if he wants something.
Tetiba Anton turned around after he finished his cigarette. Disperse my reverie.
"let's go home, I don't care about your desire for a divorce. At least you'll have to be responsible for standing by me for the rest of your life for not being able to give me any offspring, baby" Anton said, as he walked over to me, raising his chin to his face.
"what this marriage is for, you're just torturing my heart, you're burdening me with all that guilt. If you weren't too busy putting your job aside, maybe that night would never have happened. I must have raised our son by now"
"Cukuuuppp Rumiiiii, from now on you're just my wife, serving me, demanding nothing, even if you can't give me what I want at least make yourself useful" Anton replied sternly looking at me with anger in his eyes.
"why are you so different from your former husband?, sometimes you are affectionate attention, but in an instant you turn into someone so ambitious, selfish and heartless like this" I replied so quietly to her, I didn't want to make her even more angry
"that's enough of Rumi's talk, undo your intention to part ways, live your life as my wife. Don't expect you to get away from me, that night because of your negligence, you go in that state without my permission, look what happened to you. I don't like careless and negligent women to the point of taking the life of my future son"
Anton let me go, he rushed out of the hotel room, and I stood up from my seat. Starting to follow him from behind, my heart hurts so much, my head starts to feel full of Anton's words that always cornered me.
My husband turned out to be like this in his real nature, one mistake I would accept for the rest of my life. The wife who is just as a decoration of the House, if needed will come, should not refuse, complain especially to act in the slightest mistake.
3 Years I live like in exile, not considered a woman who has ever loved her before, and now my Biggest Secret I must carry on for the rest of my life as a Fertile Woman and living this lifeless-looking household.
Harumi Nayaka's
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