Wrong Uterus
Chapter 6

The next day...

"I ... would like to ask permission to remarry, sir." Arman looks so nervous, when faced with a middle-aged man who he used to call Father-in-law.

The curvature of the smile on the wrinkled face was clearly drawn, as if there was a huge feeling of relief. "Finally, you came to actually release Chyntia?"

Arman raised his head that had been bowed. His forehead shriveled sharply when he saw the smile on his former in-laws face. "Sa-me .. I just ...." Arman let out a heavy sigh as everything he wanted to say could not be conveyed.

"Arman, it's been enough all this time that you continue to dissolve in sadness after the departure of Chyntia. Father, sincere and supportive if you marry again. Continue your life, rest assured Chyntia will also smile at hearing this."

Hearing the words of the former in-law who always shook his heart, Arman again lowered his gaze because he could not hold back haru. "Father is right, she will definitely support whatever I decide."

Chyntia, a woman who is full of tenderness, submissive, beautiful, and very talented. It makes Arman fall in love until the moment of loss can not rise again.

Such a tragic loss when love is at its peak. Arman, will never be able to forget the accident that day, where his heart became numb to this second.

"Why didn't you bring your future wife here?"

"Oh, he's a little busy. I'll bring him here sometime." Arman can only quibble, because revealing everything will only make you worried.

"alright. Hope your show goes well, sorry that you can't attend. You know for yourself the condition of the father's bones that are increasingly fragile because of osteoporosis."

He again giggled when he heard his own words.

"It's okay sir, then I'll go back. It's been a month and I haven't said hello to Chyntia."

"Yes, go. He must be glad you came."

Arman stood up from his seat, taking firm steps towards the backyard, where his late wife was buried with her mother-in-law and other family members.

Located about a hundred meters from home, does not make Arman tired to step to meet the wife who is so loved even though he can no longer hug even to touch the tip of his hair.

In front of the tomb of Arman's wife sat down and touched a tombstone that read the name Chintya Hermawan. "I'm coming again, baby. You okay in there, hem?"

Somehow the arrival this time, he felt so emotional that several times his eyes felt heated because they held back tears that wanted to come out immediately. "Yes, I want to apologize."

Arman was no longer able to explain but he knew somewhere up there that his wife must have known all that she had been going through in recent times.

"Help my blessing, every decision I make. Tya, you're not angry are you?" Arman focussed his forehead on the wife's tombstone. He began to cry because he remembered the wife who made a million sweet memories that were not always eaten by time.

"I love you so much and will continue like that."

...****...

"Devs...Devan! Turn off the water, it's already full of this" cried Dad from the backyard.

Devan who had just woken up immediately got up from the bed and stepped out of the room. "She's just about to be killed!" When he was about to step into the kitchen to turn the water tap, he stopped because Syifa who suddenly came and preceded his step.

"Geek!" In front of the kitchen sink, Syifa spewed out all of her entrails. Since morning he had been vomiting and dizzy several times.

"You vomit?" devan asked as he approached his sister.

"In the wind time," said Devan.

With all the remaining strength Syifa turned to look at the brother who even made him more limp.

"Sister, I'm pregnant. Forgot huh?"

"Oh yes, forgot. Then you want some warm tea, or some milk?"

Tok.

"By opening the door, it looks like there are guests" said Syifa then stepped towards the dispenser to fetch water.

Devan immediately stepped towards the exit. He returned to the kitchen with a large box. "Syifa, there's a package for you."

"Package?" He placed a glass of drinking water next to the dispenser and then stepped over to the brother who was impatient to open the box on the dining table. "From who?"

"There's no sender's name, so let's just look at the contents." Devan continued to tear the bubble wrap until the contents of the box became visible. "Well, this is ...."

"Just be curious." Syifa took over the box on the table. His eyes immediately rounded when he saw the contents of the box. Photos of memories with Firman when he graduated, birthday gifts that he had given to the Word and some other items are now returned to him.

"Ck, that guy. He could have given this back to you, if you don't like it, throw it away" Devan said.

Syifa's two black netra are still focused on seeing all the items in the box. Finally, he put the box back and stepped out of the kitchen.

"Hey where are you going!" devan exclaimed when he saw the sister put on the hijab and stepped towards the exit.

Syifa is resigned if indeed the relationship and the Word will end but he does not want all of it to end with misunderstandings. However, he and the lover had knit a dream together for a bond to live a life.

All the promises that the Word once said are now one by one circled just because of a mistake that Syifa never did. The young woman did not ask to be understood, she just wanted the Word to hear her explanation.

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Thirty minutes away, he finally arrived at his destination. With such a weak body he got off his motorcycle. Stepping towards the terrace of the two-story house. "Assalamualaikum, Mas Firman!"

Clamps.

"Non Syifa," said a middle-aged woman who appeared from inside the house.

"Auntie, Mas Firman is at home right? I want to talk for a moment" Syifa said softly.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be silent for a while with a clearly visible expression of confusion. "Ma-sorry, Non. Mr. Firman and his parents left for Riau this morning. Does Non Syifa already know that Mr. Firman will be betrothed to the woman of his parents' choice?"

Devastated, Syifa's two legs seemed to no longer be able to tread the earth. As quickly as he was removed, he felt on the talaq even before the wedding. Without saying anything, he turned away with tears that continued to flow nonstop.

I'm sincere if it all has to end, but why would Mas not listen to my explanation for the birth of time, inner Syifa.

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