Those Who Want My Body
A Child

The day just passed, walking as usual. Within this one month no one of 'they' bothered me. It felt so peaceful, I felt like I was living like an ordinary human being.

There are so many patients today, my body feels tired. Laziness comes over, makes me lazy to cook.

"Assynolajet. What time do you come home?"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Looks like I got home early today, why?"

"Today I'm tired, can we eat outside?"

"alright. Where do you want to eat?"

"The Twins, will you?"

"Well, wait for me to come home." Answer Anwar with sumringah.

Pecel The Twins is his favorite place to eat in Anwar, the cuisine is also delicious. The name of the stall Pecel the Twins because the owner won the twins, sometimes I and Anwar mas can not distinguish between the two, often I call the two by the name of mas Twins. What Anwar likes most is the taste of the delicious sauce, he said it was second to none.

"Eh. mas Anwar's. Just been here again mas?" Ask the Twins.

"Yes, my wife wants to eat here."

"Well, is Aish craving again?" Ask my wife Kembar kembar nimbrung.

Hearing his wife's words, I answered only with one head. Seeing me shake my head, my wife and Twins were instantly silent because they might feel bad.

"Just pray yes, for now we are still at home." Anwar gave an explanation.

After Pecel the Twins, my feelings continued to feel sad. Why not, Anwar and I have been married for 3 years. Whoever does not want to have children, only God has not entrusted us to have a child.

"Mas is sure, if it is time, God will give us His trust." Anwar's embrace was warming.

"But when is it." My tears I can no longer hold.

"Propay ya."

"This is all because the pattern of his life is not healthy, the food is not maintained." My gertutuku, but this is not the fault of Anwar.

Slowly my heart felt angry at Anwar. So that I let go of the embrace of Anwar mas also avoid Anwar mas and I decided to sleep on the sofa in the middle room. Mas Anwar just let me do all this, I knew Anwar didn't want to fight with me.

Every day there are always things Anwar does that piss me off. Starting from wet towels on the bed, clothes in the closet messy, used clothes hanging, coming home late and many more trivial things but make me feel annoyed.

Whatisthis? Why do I keep feeling so bad. Whatever Anwar did was always wrong in my eyes. The peak when watching movies at home, Anwar mas just silent. My nagging and babbling never seemed to Anwar mas listen. It hurts a lot, it hurts, but what should I do. In silence I cried, sobbing more and more, making Anwar realize that I was crying. Mas Anwar hugged me, calling my name.

"Aish sober, Aish... Aish open your eyes." The tone of Anwar's voice slowly rose.

"What's up? Why is there Mr Amar?"

"Thank God you've realized Aish, I'm so worried." I heard my mother's voice from behind me.

"Mom why is she here?"

"You don't remember Aish?"

I shook my head.