Wrong Uterus
Chapter 17

Four years ago...

"Mas, I want to go back to Bogor. Missed you, could ya?" chyntia asked as she smeared jam on the toast she had prepared for her husband.

Arman placed the cup of coffee that had been in his hand. His wife looked at him with a smile as usual. "Favoured only child, Father. It's okay, but I have to deliver."

"Working, I've been driving by myself for a long time. Mas is pioneering the effort not much off." Cynthia put the peanut butter bun on Arman's plate. "She said she wanted to have her own house with a big yard."

"Yes, but I-I"

Arman's speech came to a standstill as the ringing of the phone shifted his gaze. He was shocked when he saw the name on his phone screen. Without wasting any time, he took the phone call.

[Assalamualaikum, Germany.]

"Waalaikumsalam, Mr. Indra."

[I have considered accepting the proposal for cooperation you submitted. Can we meet this morning?]

Instead of directly answering Arman turned to look at the wife who was sitting next to him. "That's me .. I-"

Cynthia patted the back of her husband's hand while shaking her head, a sign that she asked her husband not to refuse Mr. Indra's request.

"Good, Sir. I'll go straight to the company of Mr."

[Good, I waited until nine this morning. Then I close first.]

When the phone call was cut off Arman put down his phone and then looked back at his wife. "Sir Indra wants to see me this morning. Are you really it's okay to go alone ... or tomorrow only yes."

Cynthia shook her head with a contrived pouting face. "Mbok said, your gout is relapsing. You always hide this from me. Mas, let me go, okay?"

Seeing the wife has seduced with the mainstay majors, of course Arman can not say no. "okay, can. But remember to drive carefully and focus. After meeting Mr. Indra, I'll follow immediately."

"Asik, thank you good husband take care of God. Okay, I'll get ready first." Chyntia looked so enthusiastic, she stood up from her sitting position then stepped towards the room cheerfully.

There was no happiness for Arman except to see a smile on his wife's face. Despite only living in a small apartment with one car and also a motorbike butut, Arman is so grateful to have Cynthia and her side.

That day will probably be Arman's biggest regret. Because after that he could no longer even see the smile on the sweet face of the wife.

~

Nine o'clock in the morning, when Arman parked his bike in front of Pak Indra's company. He saw the sky that had suddenly turned pitch-black, with strong winds and after a while the rain began to fall.

Worried, he immediately picked up his phone in his pants pocket to call Cynthia. "Assalamualaikum, honey where are you?"

[Waalaikumsalam, Mas. I'm already on the road]

"It's raining down here. You be careful."

[What, Mom? Hello, I didn't hear.]

"Hallo Chyntia, you hear me?"

[*****]

The phone call suddenly disconnected. I don't know what feeling Arman had, instead of getting into the company building but he went back on his bike to leave the place.

At a speed of 60 km per hour Arman down the streets to find his wife. His heart and mind are really not calm because after marriage this is the first time he allows the wife to drive her own car to Bogor.

With all his strength left, he approached the crowd until his gaze was finally fixed on the overturned car plate in the middle of the road. He dropped his motorbike and ran as fast as he could towards the car.

"Don't come any closer, sir! Dangerous."

Some people tried to restrain Arman because the car had just let out smoke and was likely to explode soon.

"Take me off, my wife is in there!"

Duaarrr!

"Chyntia!" The car exploded and caught fire. Right in front of Arman's eyes. Arman's body squeezed, his legs felt like they no longer stepped on the earth.

The two men pulled Arman's body away due to the truly dangerous conditions. But Arman still tried to escape. "Let go! Chyntia, don't leave me!" He cried hysterically while continuing to rebel to be let go. But no one let him get close to the car.

Duaarrr!

Second blow Back happens. Destroyed was Arman's hope, he lost half his soul right before his eyes.

~

A few weeks passed. After the funeral, Arman continued to sit curled up in the corner of the room hugging a picture frame. His gaze looked so empty, hollow as lifeless.

"Arman?" Gavin went in trying to calm down. He was saddened to see his best friend so devastated by Chyntia's departure. For a few days, he kept coming and saw the same situation.

Hair that began to lengthen with a thin body because of lack of food makes Gavin can not withstand his sadness, but still he tried to be strong so that his best friend can return to what he used to be.

As a doctor, he knew that Arman had suffered severe psychological trauma, but all of it could be healed. "Man, don't keep going like this. Everything that happens is part of destiny and we can't fight it. You must be strong, there's still Uncle, me and also your cousin here."

Arman's tears trickled back down his pale face. "I allowed him to go to Bogor, Vin. But he left me forever. Why did God charge Vin all this. I can't afford to lose Chyntia. I lost my trust in God."

"Russia, Arman. Don't talk like that." Gavin gripped tightly on both sides of Arman's shoulder. "I'm sure Chintya has calmed down there and she definitely expects you to come back to life. I'll help you to treat your trauma."

Arman looked at the friend with tears that never receded. "In what way, Vin? Are you able to paralyze my memory so that I can no longer remember the incident? No, stop wasting your time here."

Gavin does not know what to answer, he bows his head while lending an eye, lamenting his inability to help Arman to rise from adversity.

But Gavin did not give up. In turn he, his uncle and cousin Arman always come to the apartment and never leave Arman alone.

You may hate something, but it is very good for you, and you may (also) like something, but it is very bad for you; Allah knows, and you do not know.” QS Al - Baqarah 216.

This verse is reminiscent of a bitter medicinal pill that must be swallowed due to the need to heal. Sometimes we forget that we hate something that happens, but it is good for us.

It is hard to accept reality and make peace with the situation. After that day, Arman continued to fight back by being helped by everyone who loved him.

Four years passed, Arman came back alive despite not knowing the direction and purpose. He worked day and night not to pursue possessions and thrones, but to divert his mind from wounds that did not heal after a long time.

Now one by one Chyntia Arman's dreams are realized. He already has a luxury house with a spacious yard, some famous brand cars lined up neatly in the garage of the house and also a rapidly growing company.

Wh-wh-what for? Arman also does not know what it all is for. The owner of the dream is gone forever.

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Previously wanted to directly up my chatty wife chapter, but the author of a little story about Arman's trauma 🥺 Today plans to want to crazy up loh 😁🤭🙏