Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 11th

...The test of marriage is harder than no marriage at all. A lifetime of worship that tests....

Since last night, Azkiya has been quieter. It seems the woman is really angry at Rafka. Choose to remain silent regardless of the husband who continues to persuade him. The woman's mood worsened with the arrival of her in-laws. No, he does not hate his in-laws, just less like Elsa who continues to talk about the child and ask about his condition already pregnant or not.

And here Azkiya is, at the dinner table. Enjoying lunch with her husband and father-in-law.

"Mother is always hoping, when Mother comes here there is happy news," said Elsa opened her voice and glanced at Azkiya who was getting down.

While Azkiya felt the speech that Elsa made a satire. Shortness, that's what he felt. He really doesn't feel right here. Even his appetite instantly disappeared in an instant. Azkiya closed his eyes tightly and a sense of heat flowed into his almost watery eyes.

"Already, Bun, don't discuss this at the dinner table," rebuked Rafka glancing at Azkiya beside her and turning to look at Elsa.

"True Rafka said. We enjoyed this lunch without discussing anything" said Revin, Rafka's father.

Elsa breathed a heavy sigh. The middle-aged woman put food back in her mouth. The atmosphere that was initially a little bit of a commotion, now returned to silence and only the sound of spoons and forks clashing. Under the table, Rafka's outstretched hand clasped Azkiya's hand, giving a gentle swipe. The woman glanced at her husband who was smiling faintly and nodded slowly, as if saying everything would be fine.

"Azkiya..." Calling Elsa made the son-in-law look at her." Tomorrow you come with Mommy to the hospital, we check your condition."

Rafka looked flabbergasted to hear it." Why check Azkiya's condition, Bun? How many times have I told you, Azkiya is fine. It's not time for her to get pregnant!"

"You sure? If Azkiya's okay, why hasn't she been pregnant?" ask Elsa.

"I'll excuse you to go back." Azkiya got up from his seat. The woman walked quickly towards the kitchen. Completing his mouth held back the sobs along with the pain in his mind.

"Mother outrageous!" jerk looked disappointed at Elsa. The man got up immediately from his seat, following the wife.

Revin let out a rough sigh. He turned towards Elsa who was staring at the departure of his son-in-law and son with a sad look.

"You shouldn't have discussed this. Nor can we force Azkiya to get pregnant soon" Revin said.

"You forgot Mas that Rafka is our only child, and it's natural that I was expecting a grandchild from both of them especially Azkiya. I'm not patient, I've been patient for three years. Marriage is not only about love but also about heredity!" reply Elsa slightly raised her voice."And I want to hear from the doctor myself about Azkiya's condition that three years did not get pregnant!"

"If Azkiya can't get pregnant or barren what do you want? Married our son to another woman, huh?"

Elsa threw a face at her husband's words. The middle-aged woman's face looked puffed up.

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Tears poured down Azkiya's face. The woman's cry sounded very heartbreaking and a hiccup. His puffy eyes look leads to a collection of flower gardens that are so beautiful when blooming. Yes, Azkiya is in the garden behind the house. A gust of wind hit the surface of his wet facial skin.

Azkiya seemed to flinch as a pair of hands coiled around his queen belly. Rafka hugged his wife tightly from behind and lightly kissed Azkiya's head. Now, tears of sadness are increasingly pouring out as if to describe his current feelings for Rafka.

"Already, Honey. Don't listen to your mother's words. I never demanded that you give me a child" Rafka replied, hugging his wife even tighter.

Azkiya immediately turned around, looking at her husband with watery eyes.

"You lied! I'm sure sooner or later you will turn away from me because of my shortcomings!" yelled Azkiya stepping back from her husband.

"Hey, don't talk like that, honey. Until whenever we will stay together," replied Rafka walked closer to Azkiya.

The woman nodded. Rafka again hugged Azkiya who was crying so much in her husband's arms. The cry of the woman was enough to describe how hurt she was. Any woman has never wanted this condition, unable to give offspring to her husband.

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A week went by, and during that time Rafka never visited Salsa or contacted her via mobile phone. It was as if the man had disappeared from the life of his wife. Those round eyes stared wistfully at the husbands who picked up his wife from the pregnant mother's class that had just finished. Yes, Rafka has registered his little wife to a special class for pregnant women through Arjo.

Salsa's body is getting thinner and eye bags are blackened. Every morning he had to be tormented with nausea and dizziness that ambush in addition to the disappearance of Rafka without any news, became a burden of mind for the young woman.

"Miss Salsa..." Arjo's baritone voice broke the young woman's daydream. He looked up at Arjo who was now standing before him."Let me drive you home."

Without saying anything Salsa got up from her seat. Arjo opened, right, the car door for his superior wife.

"Where is Rafka? Why did he never come?" Salsa's question made the movement of Arjo's hand to put the seat belt stopped. He glanced at Salsa from the windshield.

"As I said, Mr. Rafka is busy taking care of his company."

Salsa looked out the car window and let out a disappointed sigh. Arjo started running his car.

"It seems difficult not to bring love in marriage that there is no clarity going forward" Salsa murmured and it can still be heard by Arjo.

"Do you want to buy something?" asked Arjo when the car was almost at the apartment.

"No, I want to rest," replied Salsa staring lethargicly at her husband's personal assistant.

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