Wrong Uterus
Chapter.14

...Not wanting to lose but tired of fighting. Aren't I the house where you lean? I can't myself, with me tormented. It's a fact that we're not okay....

...(.(.Lyrics to the song Awdella - laughter)...

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Syifa lowered her gaze as she stepped with Arman entering the company building. He was uncomfortable with everyone's eyes. Yes, her marriage and Arman did take place suddenly and of course it raises the pros and cons especially now she is pregnant.

"You nervous?" arman asked suddenly when he saw Syifa acting strangely.

"How come I'm not nervous when everyone sees me like that. Brother Devan where else, is he still sleeping at home." Syifa continued to look to the left right, looking for the whereabouts of the older brother.

"Shyifa, Arman!"

Syifa and Arman turned around when they heard the voice of someone calling their name and that person was Devan.

"Sir Devan, have you been waiting?" ask Syifa.

"Not really, I was chatting with someone earlier." Devan turned to look at Arman who was standing next to Syifa. "Man, did I start work today, or was it just an introduction?"

"Sister Devan can start tomorrow, today my secretary will escort you to the head of the department to find out which part of the room you are placed in. Let's go to the fifth floor" Arman said and stepped with Syifa and Devan to the elevator.

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Arriving on the fifth floor, Syifa and Devan continued to follow Arman's steps into the CEO's room. And sure enough Arman's secretary was waiting there, Shila's face seemed unhappy when he saw the arrival of the wife of his superior.

"Shila, please take Mr. Devan to the planning department" Arman told the Secretary.

"Good, sir." Shila turned to look at Devan without caring for Syifa who was clearly standing next to Arman. "Let's come with me."

"Oh good." Devan seemed very happy when he saw Arman's secretary who was so beautiful, he stepped with great enthusiasm when invited to go by Shila.

Syifa could feel that Arman's secretary did not like her, her gaze was so cynical and unfriendly. "Your secretary's pretty but looks like a judge."

"It seems he was still upset about failing to perform artificial insemination at that time" Arman said.

"What! So she's the one who's supposed to be pregnant with your child, huh? It was fitting that his gaze was so cynical. He must hate me so much" Syifa said, sighing softly.

Instead of worrying, Arman chuckled to himself, seeing Syifa's facial expression, which he thought was very funny. "Here you go, he's not important. Over the past few weeks, I've become increasingly aware of why God left my baby in your womb."

"Mommy mean?"

Arman chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. "Let's go in, I want to show you something."

Though curious, Syifa could only follow what Arman commanded. Arriving at the workspace of the husband, he shook his eyes, because it turned out that the husband was a man who was so accomplished as evidenced by all the award trophies displayed in the glass cabinet in the room.

"It's for you." Arman extended his hand to his wife while holding a book.

"What book is this, Mom?" ask Syifa.

"Books about pregnancy. When I first dreamed of holding a baby boy in my lap, I bought this book. Take it."

A thin smile is now drawn on Syifa's face, at the hand of Arman. "Mas sure that Cabay is a man, don't expect to be disappointed if it's not as expected."

"I don't expect. It's just a dream, whatever the gender will be, he's still my son" Arman said.

"Thank God then. Oh yes, I want to go to the toilet, since I was going to pee," Syifa said in the middle of their chat.

"It just so happens that the toilet in my room is being repaired, it doesn't seem to be finished yet. Not far from here there's a toilet, let me drive you." He was about to grab Syifa's wrist but was pushed off. "It doesn't matter, Mas. I can do it myself."

"Yes, I can do it myself. Then I'll be out for a minute." With quick steps he walked out of the room. Not that she did not want to but Syifa felt uncomfortable while walking with Arman, everyone must have noticed.

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After finishing urinating Syifa came out of the bathroom while cleaning the robe that was affected by the splash of sink water. "My clothes get wet like this."

"Shyfa."

Syifa's steps stopped when confronted by a man. He raised his head that had been bowed since it cleaned the robe. And of course Syifa was surprised when she saw the man before her was, Word.

The world is so narrow because she did not expect the ex to work in her husband's company. Not because they can not let go, but there is an event where their relationship ended in a way that is not good.

"Sorry, can you give me a way? If Mas Firman wants to argue I don't have time."

"No, Syifa. On the contrary, I want to apologize for being suudzon to you all this time. Brother Devan has told me everything," said Firman full of regrets.

Brother Devan why tell this, I really do not want to discuss things that have passed, inner Syifa.

"I've forgiven and forgotten everything. No need to talk anymore, excuse me."

Seeing Syifa about to step away, Firman immediately grabbed the wrist of his ex-wife-to-be. "I still love you. I'll wait until you get back to me."

"Let go of my hand!" Syifa withdrew her hand from the grasp of the Word, she could withstand all the insults but not the regrets that were present afterwards. "Never touch me."

Syifa looked to the left right, fortunately the situation seemed quiet. He was afraid that someone might misunderstand the situation. With all his strength he tried to remain calm and resist the tears that were rumbling to come out.

"Syifa, you married her just because you had to, right? After the child is born, come back to me." With a sad look of the Word as if not give up to get his love back.

Syifa's hand lifted forward, she pointed her index finger right in front of the face of the Word. "In a third of the night I always say your name Mas, the future Imam whom I have always longed for. But now I don't miss him anymore. Lillahi Ta'ala, I don't expect you to come back."

"Syifa I-"

"What is this!?"

The Word and Syifa both turned toward the source of the voice. About five meters away Arman stood there looking at his wife.

"Mas Arman." Syifa looked scared when she saw Arman stepping towards her. The closer he gets, the more afraid Arman will misunderstand him and get angry with him.

But what happened was unexpected.

Arman grabbed Syifa's hand and grasped it tightly. "Darling, is he bothering you?"

Unwilling to cause trouble Syifa quickly shook her head. "No Mas. We're just chatting a little, let's go."

Unable to bear the situation, Syifa immediately left the place without waiting for her husband. Arman and the word were still there throwing sharp glances at each other as if waving the flag of competition.

Arman stepped closer to the Word until they were only half a meter away. "Ck, it seems you already know everything huh? Not to lose but to be tired of fighting, loser."

When all regrets are blocked by reality, the logic of the Word continues to struggle with a heart that seeks to fight against destiny. Although he already has a future wife but he believes the love is still strong for Syifa.

"Yes, I'm sorry I just found out. As a fellow man now I want to ask, do you love her? (Do you love him?)"

Arman was silent again. As a husband he wants to protect his wife but if asked for love, what answer should he give?

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