Wrong Uterus
Chapter 16

Arman rode his sister-in-law's metic motorcycle down the city streets. The sky was so dark, lightning roared along with the strong wind.

After a while the rain started to fall. Arman stuck in traffic can't do much. He could only let his body rain.

When the lights had turned green Arman immediately drove his motorbike and pulled over at a bus stop to shelter, even though his body was actually soaked. His eyes were looking forward, not knowing what he was thinking. "Why should I get caught in the rain, like this again, Chyntia."

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In a different place when the sound of lightning boomed, Syifa unceasingly paced indistinctly in the living room of the house. "Is Mas Arman already on the street .. lest he be rained."

Although the relationship and Arman is not like a husband and wife in general, but when it rains like this of course he worries about the husband who must ride the motorbike matic butut owned by his brother.

"Fa, why are you pacing back and forth in front of the door. Rest in the room there," said Father, who was closing the window so that the rain would not come in.

Syifa approached the father with a worried look that was so obvious. "Mas Arman hasn't come home yet Well, it's been half six in the afternoon. Don't get him caught in the rain."

"Where's he on Devan's butut bike. Why didn't you just take a taxi. If you're worried, just call" Dad said, then walked away from Syifa.

"Truely, Dad said." Syifa immediately stepped quickly towards her room to pick up the cell phone. He was back pacing indistinctly with a phone that was stuck to his ear.

Some times try to call but not connected because it may be disrupted ugly tissue when it rains. This made Syifa even more worried. "Do I follow up ...."

Some time Syifa was silent, finally he came out of the room to approach the brother who was asleep in his room. But one thing that became PR Syifa during his life in the world is the difficulty to wake his sister.

"Sir Devan, get up." He shook Devan's body with all his might so that his brother woke up, but of course it was not easy because Devan was the type of person who when sleeping like a fainting person.

"Sir Devan, let's get up!" Syifa's voice began to rise when she had lost patience. But all of that means nothing. He turned his brain back, what to do if Devan did not want to wake up too.

His gaze suddenly turned to the car keys that were on the nightstand beside the bed. He shook his head when he remembered the last time he drove a car. "Do I have to .. ah can't."

Syifa again tried to call Arman who knew it was connected. But the answer he got was, Sorry the number you are heading is out of reach.

His gaze again looked towards the nightstand and a few moments later Syifa's hand moved quickly to pick up the car keys. Actions that are indeed fairly reckless, not to mention he left in a state of heavy rain.

As she opened the exit, Syifa stopped her steps. He regained his senses, why is it so excessive to worry about someone who does not even consider him a wife.

What's wrong with me. I'm sure now he's fine whether it's in the rain or taking shelter on the sidewalk. The worry arises just like that either because it is from the heart or the baby's innate, inner Syifa.

Not wanting to get caught up in his own thoughts, he again continued his steps out of the house. Fortunately, the car was parked in front of the terrace.

"Shyifa! Where are you going?"

Syifa who had entered the car opened the window to see the father who suddenly came out of the house. "I want to catch up with Mas Arman, Dad."

Seeing the father who stepped up to him in Syifa's car immediately turned on the engine and immediately hit the gas. "I'll be right back, Assalamualaikum."

His breath sounded heavy as he watched the Princess drive the car in the rain that did not stop. "That kid, always stubborn."

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The rain never stopped making Arman unceasingly look at the watch attached to the wrist. The day gets darker as the pitch black sky and lightning dominate the sky, usually colored by the orange glow of the twilight sun.

Arman stared pushyly at the rain-soaked streets, suddenly his chest felt tight when remembering the accident four ago. The tragic accident that has claimed the life of the wife he so loved.

After a long time of trauma it came back his body felt trembling and his breath was wheezing. "Chyntia, I .. I can't be like this."

The shadows as the car exploded again were vividly reflected in the memory. Arman still remembers very well, at that time he shouted in the rain because he could not do anything, everyone prevented him to save his wife.

There is nothing wrong in a predestination that has been outlined, but for Arman the death of Chintya is part of his authority. Arman covered his ears because he did not like the sound of rain. "Stop it, stop me please!"

A loud sound was heard. In that place Arman was alone no one strengthened when the trauma returned just to damage his mental.

After a while...

Arman's head was raised again when he heard the sound of the car stopping just as he expected. With teary eyes, he looked at a woman who came out of the car with his shoulder.

"Mas Arman, Mas's body is all wet." Syifa looked so worried, she looked at the husband who was only silent with teary eyes. "Mas it okay?"

Without saying anything, he hugged Syifa tightly. Her crying broke even without a sound. Yes, a man who is so perfectionist crying needed a woman who holds the title, Wife.

During four years of being shackled in wounds and trauma, Arman finally had the backrest to vent his grief.

Although confused by this situation, Syifa tried to understand maybe Arman remembered something so painful. "Mas, what's going on?"

"He left me when it rained. The accident of the day ...." Arman could not continue with his words as the shadow grew more and more chest tight.

Slowly, Syifa's hands were raised upwards patting Arman's back. I'm sure this is all about Cynthia. She does not know exactly how chronological it is, but she knows her husband's trauma is so severe as to be forgotten.

"It's okay, I'm sure everything will be fine. From now on lean on me, don't hold on to it yourself, share with me even if it's just through the story."

Arman further tightened his embrace while drowning the face on his wife's small shoulder.

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