Wrong Uterus
Chapter 5

In the dense cover of the night with a dim light hospital bed lights, precisely in a third of the night so quiet. Both the palms of Syifa looked up, her tears pouring down as she faced Allah SWT to ask for an answer of all the restlessness of the heart.

Vibration of the heart is inevitable, resigned and resigned just in front of him. There is no coincidence unless God has willed and no trials are imposed on a person unless he is able to pass through.

"My Lord, I seek refuge in Thee to ask Thee for that which I know not (the truth). Lead me through all the destinies you have laid out, strengthen my birth and mind, whatever I will decide after tonight."

Allahumma rabbana lakal. Anta qayyimus samawati wal ardhi wa man fii hinna. Wa lakal hamdu anta malikus samawati wal ardhi wa man fii hinna.

A great swirling hit his entire body. Love and hope have now gone, changing the wounds that dwell in the heart. Syifa, never thought would be faced with a situation that made her lose her direction.

But once again, he knew Allah SWT grasped his heart better than man. The lingering disappointment will only reduce the frequency of gratitude for God's concern for him at this time.

Yes, all forms of life trials are proof that God is still attentive to his servant. He is raising the level of people who are able to go through everything.

After completing the tahajud prayer, Syifa stood up from her position, stepped towards the window and pulled aside the white curtain that covered the moonlight that still faithfully illuminated the sky.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I reaffirmed my heart for a decision that would change the way I view the world." lafadz was again spoken when he was convinced of a decision he would make tomorrow.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Eat first, are you going to have an abortion?" devan asked as he placed a bowl of porridge in front of his sister.

With a face that still looked pale, Syifa shook her head slowly. "I've decided to give birth to this baby."

Devan, who had seemed relaxed, now turned shocked. In one night he listened to a confession he did not expect."So you want to marry me, that widower? Syifa, don't listen to Dad, he is a double eye and doesn't understand the situation. Your own feelings how, have you really forgotten the Word. I don't understand your way of thinking."

Since yesterday Syifa seems amazed by the attitude of the brother who is so possessive, when usually Devan is a brother who acts like a sister who does not want to do anything and often makes trouble.

"Whatever happens I will never abort my womb. If I don't marry that man, then who will pay for my life as long as I have this child, Brother Devan?"

"Yes .. Yeah not really, you know I haven't got a job." Devan's eyes were unceasingly looking for an object to make the conversation a diversion. "Eh that's since when did you open the infusion?"

"Last night, I opened it myself. Oh yeah, which father?" syifa asked, looking to the left.

"There's a hospital in front. Smoking habit," Devan answered while blowing on the porridge he had scooped. "Eating, pregnant women should not be malnourished."

Syifa's eyes looked teary. Although the older brother often makes it difficult but in times like this , his brother is the greatest support, which always pays attention when feeling sad.

Without hesitation Syifa devoured the porridge that had been blown by her brother earlier. "The bread is bland."

"Yes hospital food where there is good. Oh yeah that guy named Arman is coming back today, right?"

"Hem, that. Sis can you please get me my hijab, I'm afraid if someone suddenly comes in."

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"So that day during the examination I was not given an artificial insemination procedure ... so now I am not pregnant?" Shila is shocked when Arman explains everything that happened yesterday.

"Yes, but you take it easy I will pay half of the covenant money, then now you can go back to work."

Arman handak steps out of his room but is immediately intercepted by Shila. "But sir, don't you want to try artificial insemination on me, after all the woman doesn't necessarily agree right?"

Shila was still there grumbling in annoyance because all her plans did not go according to expectations. "Ah shit! Failed my plan to become a mistress."

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During the trip to the hospital Arman looks very restless because he is afraid to get answers that he does not want. last night he could not sleep well because he kept thinking about his future son who was in Syifa's womb.

Not based on love, met by the universe in an illogical way, and also a decision to marry without being based on seriousness to establish a cord of love while living with a new woman.

Once again just for the sake of the child, for the sake of the family successor who did not want to be cut off. Arman is an only child and both of his parents have long since died. He had only one uncle to guide him to success as he is now.

It didn't take long, Arman had already reached the hospital yard. He got out of the car while tidying up his work coat.

Step by step he stepped into the hospital which witnessed an event that made him will have a child from the womb of a foreign woman that he never imagined.

Clamps.

While opening the door of the room where Syifa was being cared for, Arman could see Brother, Father and Syifa themselves were looking towards him. "Ehm, good afternoon everyone."

"Ah son Arman, seems to want to talk to Syifa alone." Dad stood up and pulled Devan's hand. "Let's get out first."

"Why the hell, I want to hear what he's talking about, maybe he'll threaten Syifa again" Devan said, looking at Arman with sharp eyes.

Spa!

A finger landed right on Devan's forehead. "Heh, rice fleas. Come with dad." I forcefully pulled the front out of the room.

After the departure of the two men Arman approached Syifa who was only silent while turning to the window. "How, what's your decision?"

Hearing Arman's words, Syifa turned her eyes away while smiling as there was no pleasantry between them.

"Ck, you're really a person who doesn't like wasting time even just to ask how I'm doing this morning. Huftt, alright since you have already asked then I will answer."

Syifa took a deep breath while strengthening her heart, she was sure that she would not falter and be able to face everything. "All right, let's get married. However, can you guarantee not to get carried away?"

"Of course it's because I love my late wife so much" replied Arman straightforwardly.

Syifa's eyes seemed closed for a moment when she heard Arman's reply. "My future husband just left and left a sense of love that does not know when it will disappear. God willing, you take it easy I won't involve feelings in our marriage relationship."

Arman smiled faintly while nodding his head. "Thank God if you think like that."

"And one more thing, after this child is born I can still visit him and he must know that I am his mother even though he will no longer be your wife."

Arman was silent for a moment staring at Syifa's face. She understood that every woman has the instincts of a mother and of course she can grant all the requests of Syifa because she thought it was not something complicated. "All right, I agree. Let's get married, Syifa Khairunnisa."

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