Wrong Uterus
Chapter.11

At lunchtime, Arman invites Gavin to have lunch together at one of the restaurants not far from the hospital where Gavin works.

When entering the restaurant Gavin waved his hand to see the friend was waiting at one of the tables in the corner of the room. Directly Gavin stepped over to Arman still with a white coat attached to his body.

After the end of the meeting, Arman and he met for the first time. He was eager to hear Arman's story about his marriage to Syifa.

"Hy, bro. Have you ordered food?" ask Gavin.

"Here you go, sit down for a little while the food will come" replied Arman.

"The new bride, it's already straight to work. Syifa alone at home?" gavin asked shortly after sitting in front of Arman.

"Yes, he's alone. I started thinking about finding a maid, but one that could maintain privacy. You know for yourself what my relationship with Syifa is" replied Arman and then sipped his coffee again.

Gavin put back the menu book that he had held. He suddenly thought to himself Why did Arman keep his distance from Syifa and not try to open his heart. Yes, everyone questions that because Arman has been alone for almost four years.

"Arman, are you really already unable to open your heart to another woman other than Cynthia? you're young and very successful, shackled like this will only make you slump."

Arman sighed softly, again someone again questioned the same thing. "Chintya is still the paradise I've always missed, Vin. I know you and uncle are worried about me, but I'm really fine. Syifa already I considered as a friend, I did not cover anything from her, we told each other and talked casually. Things are going well, you calm down."

"Friends, sure? What if you are comfortable and finally afraid of losing. Be careful, anything can happen if God wills. Don't talk like that until it's before his will, bucin just knows the taste."

Arman clucked when he heard Gavin's words. He knew that everything that his will held would be real but that belief was still so tightly stored in his heart. "Don't say much, you still have that feeling, right? Be careful Doctor Annisa's gonna take people."

"Oh Man, you attacked me back is his name."

Arman chuckles to himself when he sees Gavin's facial expression which he thinks is very funny.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Arman was on his way home. Sometimes he looked at the paper bag he had placed next to him. The paper bag contains prayer equipment, and also pregnant women's milk for Syifa.

Syifa can berlapang chest accept this situation makes Arman feel open and not reluctant to adjust. So far he feels everything is going well because they can communicate well.

Arman stopped his car and stepped out to open the fence. He was used to being alone and doing everything himself, including opening the gate that is usually done by security guards.

After finishing parking the car in the yard he was about to get out but the ringing of the phone made him sit back. "Reva, tumben once she called. Not that she's on vacation with her boyfriend."

Astonished that his cousin had suddenly called from Malaysia, Arman was silent for a while and decided to take the call. "Hallo, why Va?"

[Have my gifts arrived? I sent something to my sister-in-law, you got married not to say, I'll go home to indo.]

Arman frowned, wondering why suddenly Reva sent a gift to Syifa. As he remembered, he never told his cousin about this marriage, but he was sure that his uncle was his mother.

"You don't have to go home. If you leave, don't take responsibility."

[Hey I'm a business woman. May Sister-in-law like my gift, it's a gift from Paris.]

Arman got out of the car with his phone still stuck to his ear. "What did you send?"

[Haha, you know. Something she can wear at night, made of thin and bright fabric.]

Arman's eyes were rounded with increasingly fast-moving steps. "Hey, she's not a woman who can wear such clothes."

"Ah shit," said Arman, when his cousin actually ended the phone call he accelerated his steps into the house to find Syifa.

Arriving inside, he continued his steps up the stairs and found his wife sitting on a second-floor sofa, holding a large box that he believed was a gift from Reva.

"Shyifa!"

Syifa was just about to cut the bubble wrap lining the box but was immediately prevented by the husband who suddenly came. "Mas Arman's. How come his face is pale like that?"

"Syifa, don't open that box. Here give it to me." Arman seemed so panicked, he was about to reach for the box but Syifa kept it.

"Why? Said the uncle's man, this is a gift for me from Mas Arman's cousin who lives in Malaysia."

"Yes I know, but don't open it. You won't be able to take it."

"Why not? I'm a person who appreciates the gifts of others." Syifa continues its activity of cutting bubble wrap upholstery box.

Arman could only resign himself to sitting limp in front of his wife. "At least I've warned you, Reva it's a lunatic of course according to the gift given."

"Astaghfirullah" said Syifa as he looked at the contents of the box. Clothes made of thin satin fabric with world famous brands, maroon red and so bright.

Seeing Syifa's expression, Arman could only let out a long sigh, he had already tried to remind but the so stubborn Syifa remained tight-lipped to open the gift from her cousin. "How are you still willing to accept it?"

Syifa closed the box and looked at Arman. "It's an illicit suit, do you want me to wear this?"

The masculine face that was overgrown with a little fine fur suddenly flushed when hearing Syifa's question. "Where might I want something like that." He stood up from his position reaching for the box that was on Syifa's lap. "I'll keep this, forgive Reva for sending a gift like this."

Arman stepped quickly away from the place, he returned to the car to pick up prayer supplies and also milk for Syifa.

After that Arman returned to the room, Syifa was still there, he looked pensive as if thinking about the gift he had seen earlier.

"Don't think about it again. This is a real gift, I asked my secretary to buy prayer supplies and pregnant women's milk for you." Arman put the paper bag on the table.

"For me?" slowly Syifa's hand moved to reach the large paper bag. He could see four boxes of milk, mukena, prayer beads and also prayer mats.

But what makes him surprised is, a small paper bag in the hands of Arman. "That's what?"

"Oh this ...." Arman seemed hesitant to answer Syifa's question but to what felt ashamed because he wanted to start something good. "This is my prayer kit. Um, looks like I'm gonna take a magrib, I'm gonna take a shower."

Arman turned around to go to the study, but his steps came to a standstill when Syifa clasped her wrists. "Why?"

"We pray together, Mas is my priest now."

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