
By late afternoon, apparently the Belva luxury residence was the arrival of the Lady of the House. Yes, finally Anin returned home after days following a photo shoot in Bandung. Her pretty face looks tired, but nevertheless the woman remains happy because she can do the job she likes.
The world of modeling is like a world for Anin. Where she wanted to show her talent as a model, express herself through every camera shot, and be happy because that's where she could momentarily forget her lonely household.
“Bi Wati, how quiet is it anyway, where is Pak Belva?” tanya Anin headed straight to the kitchen to pick up fruits and low-fat milk.
“Mr is going to the office, Mistress,” Aunty Wati replied.
What was conveyed by Aunt Wati was right, because after delivering Sara back home, Belva went straight to her office. He gets information from Hendra if there's any work he has to finish. Therefore, he immediately headed to his office that afternoon as well.
“Sara where is Bi?” ask Anin again to Aunt Wati.
“Oh, that's .. Sister Sara is in her room, Madam. Just sick, Sister Sara,” replied Aunt Wati again.
Hearing that Sara was sick, Anin left her fruit and milk. The woman immediately went up the second floor to Sara's room.
“Sara .. I, Anin,” called Sara and immediately opened Sara's room door.
Until finally, Anin enters Sara's room, and she sees Sara sitting leaning on the head board of her bed.
“How are you? What are you sick with? I heard from Bi Wati, you are sick,” said the beautiful woman who looked worried about Sara.
Sara smiled, actually she did not expect that Anin would be at home and come to her right now. There was a sense of guilt that he felt, especially since he had missed the night of unification together with Belva. His heart was so thick that it felt pain.
“Ah, just catch a cold, sister,” replied Sara who of course he lied this time. Because, it is impossible if he said that he fell ill after having sex with Belva.
Slowly Anin sits on the edge of Sara's bed, “Come well .. If you are sick, how can you have a baby for me and Belva,” said the woman while holding Sara's hand. “I really hope for you, Sara,” continued Anin who said that she was very hopeful for him.
Sara looked down, her eyes teary. This time there was pain that he felt. Actually Belva and Anin just look at it like a field that must be ready to receive seeds. Waiting for the seed to seed, grow, until harvest later. Being a woman who only rents her uterus even though she remains in marriage is actually also very torturous.
“I will recover soon, Brother ... You do not need to worry,” replied Sara who asked Anin not to worry about it.
After that Anin also stood up, “Alright, rest yes .. so you are healthy quickly. Oh, yes .. You should go with Belva for the honeymoon. Next year, my in-laws will come from Bali, I know early next year you can give birth and the child and Belva will have a baby,” said the woman with a smile staring at Sara.
“Ah, no .. no need Kak,” Sara replied again.
“Take it easy, Sara .. I will prepare everything for you and Belva. Honeymoon a week seems not a problem for you and Belva, he can leave.” Anin spoke again and presumably the woman would prepare for a real honeymoon for Sara as well as Belva.
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The night …
At the dinner table there was only Anin and Belva. The two ate silently, only the twang of the cutlery could be heard. Even the dining table that is often a place for people to share stories is quiet.
“Mas, Sara hurts huh?” anin asked her husband at last.
“Yes, she's sick. Have you met him?” ask Belva again to Anin.
Anin nodded, “Iya, he said he caught wind.” Anin replied quickly. Afterwards the woman put a spoon and fork on her plate.
“When will you touch Sara, Mas? Early next year, your Mom and Dad will be visiting us. They usually come from Bali. If, in the near future Sara can conceive, it is likely that early in the year we can hold a baby,” said Anin this time by staring at the face of Belva.
Anin reminded that the sooner Sara can get pregnant the better. In addition, when Belva's parents come and visit him they will feel happier because they finally have a grandchild.
"Wait a minute" Belva answered briefly.
"If constantly until when dong? We only have one year. It's impossible to keep buying time." Anin spoke again and the woman looked as if she was forcing her husband to touch Sara immediately.
Belva immediately stopped eating. All the rice combined with the spice-rich vegetables slowly tasted bland in his mouth. "Instead of telling me to touch it, why don't you treat the endometriosis you're suffering from? We can still try if you want. I will also accompany you to therapy for Tokophobia that you desire. There's a way, even going abroad, I don't have a problem." Belva spoke firmly.
He's actually not the kind of guy who just keeps quiet when Anin has endometriosis and tokophobia. From the beginning he had been trying to encourage Anin to do medical treatment.
Unfortunately Anin shook her head, "What do you expect from a woman who experiences a two-week menstrual cycle. No way, the doctor has already ruled that I won't be able to get pregnant."
The look of sadness on Anin's face now. The doctor had indeed sentenced her that she would not be able to conceive. Her biggest regret as a woman was that she was an imperfect woman. Cannot contain.
"It was just a Doctor's verdict, not a verdict from God. If only humans can convict, we can still try and find a way out. Unless God is the one who says it, man can only accept it" Belva replied.
For Belva if they want to try, routine medical treatment is definitely Anin will recover. After all, only the Doctor convicts, not God. There is still a way, if you want to try and withstand the pain for every treatment he receives.
"Doctor's verdict is like God's verdict to me. I am an imperfect woman. Therefore, I received her husband to sow his seed so that his flesh and blood would be born and I would accept him as my son" Anin said with a bow.
The woman had reached the limit that she had given up her husband to sow his seed into the womb of another woman. She promised to accept her husband's child and the woman as her child.