Wrong Uterus
Chapter.34

...Finally I was in the phase of being loved by someone so great....

...A man who loves me very well is very good at keeping my feelings. Yes he is a husband who never existed in my shadow now offers his shoulder as the most comfortable place on earth....

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At about five in the afternoon after the pilgrimage to the tomb of Chyntia, Arman and Syifa returned home. In the orange glow of the sky this afternoon, they walked down the causeway to return to Jakarta.

Arman's hand was unceasingly holding the wife's hand even though she was driving the car. All the way, he kept doing that. Not without reason, but the more days Arman increasingly fall in love with adapt manners, gentleness and affection that is in Syifa.

"Riding a car with one hand isn't it a problem?" syifa asked in the end, honestly he was worried because the streets were quite crowded.

"No problem for an expert. Are your hands starting to ache because I keep holding them?" With a sullen face, Arman released his hand.

Syifa frowned because she felt that Arman's attitude was getting spoiled lately. "Handle his hand at home, yes, there's still plenty of time."

Arman's sullen face is now back groggy, while continuing to focus on looking at the streets, small arches are clearly drawn on his masculine face. "If God permits, there is still plenty of time for us to hold hands." He again grabbed Syifa's hand and clasped it tightly. "But now is the time to prove my love for you, not just through words but touch."

Seeing Syifa speechless Arman turned his head for a while and he found his wife was closing her mouth holding back the sound of laughter so as not to be heard out until the red face blushed.

"Am I serious, but are you laughing?" arman said, kissing the back of his wife's hand. He looks anxious because the increasingly passionate desire must be delayed because they are still on the way.

Syifa shook her head when she heard the husband's question. Still, shutting his mouth restrained laughter. "I just don't think, what an Arman Alfarizi is indeed this whole thing."

"Huh tombal? Maybe you believe it but I I've never praised a woman after holding the status of a widower."

To be honest, Arman has often seen various types of women who try to approach him. Starting from the beautiful, attractive, intelligent to the exciting test of faith and reason is there.

But of all that can not be compared with the magic magnet that he felt was firmly attached in Syifa. He used to think that he might not be able to fall in love again forever but he just lost his way.

Arman will probably always remember the moments when he looked at Syifa's half-bending back as she kissed her hand for the first time.

It is so simple but it boils down to the tranquility of the soul and body. The overflow could not be expressed in words it felt like it had managed to find something that had been missing in him all along.

Syifa who was trying to normalize her facial expression again saw her husband who was focusing on driving beside her. "Yes yes, I believe it."

"That's dong." His hand that has since grasped the hand of the wife is now switched to gently rubbing the headpiece coated with a tosca-colored hijab. "Thank you, you've accepted me and all my life."

"How many times do we have to thank each other, we both have lived other lives, with different people in the past, and that is a lesson, both good and bad memories left."

"God, Umah Cabay is amazing" said Arman who again stroked the head of the wife.

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At around seven o'clock in the evening, Arman's car finally reached the yard in a hurry, Syifa immediately entered the house because the magrib time was running out.

Syifa intended to wudhu in the bathroom but when she was about to turn on the tap water suddenly her stomach hurt as well as her head felt swirling. "Astaghfirullah, why it hurts so much."

"Syifa, what's wrong with you?" arman asked as he approached Syifa.

"My stomach hurts so much, because it's a long time on the way. Looks like I can't pray Magrib."

Arman tried to gently stroke the wife's abdomen. "I'll call Annisa to check on you."

"Yes, but Maghrib prayer time was running out."

"All right, I'll be right back." Arman moved out of the room because he and Syifa were actually more used to praying in his study than in the room.

Syifa continued to grimace as she endured the pain in her lower abdomen and waist. His face also looked increasingly pale and somehow suddenly his stomach felt very hearty. "I think I should go to the bathroom."

With all her remaining strength Syifa tried to get up from her lying position but had just stepped on the floor of the room suddenly her gaze swirled around and a second later-

Bruukkkc.

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After a few minutes of prayer, Magrib Arman returned to the room but when he opened the door he did not find Syifa in the bed.

"Where is he."

When he was about to step into the bathroom, Arman was suddenly shocked to see Syifa who was lying right beside the bed. "Astaghfirullah, Syifa!"

Arman immediately ran and rested in front of the wife.His face looked so worried but his surprise did not reach there because at the bottom of the wife's legs was flowed with fresh blood.

Without delay Arman immediately carried the wife and ran out of the room to go to the hospital. His mind became increasingly chaotic he felt just so happy but an hour later, God had another plan that might test the faith of someone Arman Alfarizi.

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"What is the hospital?" Devan was surprised to get a call from his sister-in-law stating that Syifa is now being rushed to the hospital due to bleeding.

Father who was busy enjoying his dinner immediately approached Devan. "What's going on?"

Devan turned off the phone call and turned to look at his father. "Arman is now on his way to the hospital, he said Syifa is bleeding."

"A-what." suddenly Dad felt tight while holding his left chest.

"Well, calm down. Don't panic me" said Devan, trying to hold back the father who nearly fell.

"Take Dad to the hospital, now!"

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