Wrong Uterus
Chapter 7

Two weeks passed...

"Are you ready, Arman?" ask a middle-aged man when he enters Arman's room.

"Ready, Uncle. We can leave now." There is no expression of happiness like a man who wants to change his heart.

The marriage of Arman and Syifa in a simple title at the residence of Syifa's parents. They have agreed to only hold a contract, given the circumstances that are not possible.

At his uncle's side, Arman set out for Syifa's residence. He looks so handsome in a black suit, so much like Syifa who is very beautiful. But again, after the death of the wife, Arman's heart was numb.

Along the way, Arman was more silent. He contemplated many things, if later officially became Syifa's husband how he should take a stand.

"Man, why are you silent, not wanting to tell me about that woman? Uncle really didn't expect you to get married again." Uncle sighed slowly again.

Uncle Arman is a successful businessman. She raised Arman after the death of her parents. He has long been divorced from his wife and now lives alone, because his two children have a career and choose to be independent.

Arman, who had been looking out the window, looked up at his uncle who was waiting for an answer.

"As I've already told you, I married her due to an artificial insemination procedure error. We were just two strangers who were suddenly put together, so I couldn't tell you anything because I really didn't know anything about him."

The Uncle seemed silent for a moment looking at Arman's eyes filled with emptiness. He knew his nephew could no longer fall in love due to trauma after the departure of his much-loved wife, but for Uncle, arman's future is still long and should still be able to open hearts to other women.

"Arman, uncle doesn't want to interfere. Even though you only want a child in her womb but during the marriage try to open your heart and see her as your wife. If Chyntia was still alive she would have agreed with uncle."

"If Chyntia were alive, I wouldn't have married again, Uncle."

Arman seemed to laugh a little as well as the uncle who laughed with him.

"Ah you are very difficult to take seriously. All right, it's up to you that it's important uncle has given you some advice."

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At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Syifa was so beautiful with a white kebaya dress, white hijab and batik skirt wrapped in her synthetic body. His face was not spared from the makeup decoration that is not too thick, looks simple but very beautiful.

"You are so beautiful, Syifa," said Annisa, who has been coming to the residence since dawn. As the one who caused the chaos that made Syifa pregnant, she felt very guilty. All the needs of marriage, he was the one who helped Syifa to prepare everything, of course accompanied by Gavin.

"Thank you, Doc. Actually you do not have to bother decorating my house until it is this good, even to the bridal room is very beautiful."

"Don't spare Syifa, I feel so guilty to you. You've forgiven me for being grateful so let me be your friend from now on."

Sifa's eyes fell down again, she could not imagine how her bride's night would be. There is no romance, joking with each other and worshiping as a couple who just tied the promise.

Syifa did not expect that to happen between her and Arman. But he had imagined if he would marry someone who loved him and loved him, of course, the bride's night would be passed with warmth.

Now all that remains is a pseudo-shadow, for the idol chooses to go away, reach for the dream and forget himself. Firman now lives in memory, changing with a man Syifa never imagined would be her husband.

Clamps.

The door of the room opened Gavin entered in a hasty step. "Arman has come, soon kabul ijab will be started, you want to stay here to accompany Syifa or come out?"

"I'll be out with Syifa later because there's no one here" Annisa replied.

Hearing that Syifa increasingly looks agitated because soon will be the wife of Arman Alfarizi.

Seeing Syifa who seemed unsettled, Annisa immediately took a glass of water on the dressing table and gave it to Syifa. "Syifa let's drink first you just calm down yeah everything will go smoothly."

Without saying anything Syifa grabbed the glass filled with water and immediately gulped it down.

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Meanwhile, in another place but still in the same house, precisely in the living room that is not too large, Arman was sitting in front of the penghulu with the local RT chairman witnessed, family and neighbors invited by Syifa's father.

The voice of the pengupulu sir seemed to echo around the room while reciting the wedding sermon in front of Arman. Syifa's father and brother were sitting to the left of the pengulu sir, they looked more relaxed and unceasingly smiling.

"Well, Arman Alfarizi do you understand?" ask Pak Penghulu when he finished delivering his sermon.

"Yes, I understand" replied Arman straightforwardly.

"Then, we begin the mistress's ijab." Pengghulu sir allowed Syifa's father to take over his place. Because he himself will marry his daughter.

Arman shook the hand of his future father-in-law, straightened his body while trying to catch his breath so that everything went smoothly.

"I married you and I married you Ananda Arman Alfarizi bin Harianto with my son Syifa Khairunnisa with his bride in the form of a hundred million rupiah, cash."

"I accepted his marriage and the marriage of Syifa Khairunnisa bint Hermawan with the dowry, paid in cash."

"How are the witnesses, legitimate?"

"Well." Right."

"Well!" exclaim all the invited guests who witnessed the sacred ceremony.

Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin.

Pengupulu and all the guests prayed the prayer while raising their hands, asking for prayer that the marriage of Arman and Syifa be filled with happiness.

Inside Annisa's room immediately hugged Syifa who sat down bowed while covering her face with both hands. After hearing the word SAH echoed to his room, Syifa had completely resigned to her fate.

"Congratulations Syifa, you are now a wife."

Syifa was unable to speak She was only still glued, but teary eyes were able to explain, how painful it is to marry without being attended by love and affection in it.

Allah Akbar! I surrender all my destiny to you, O God, I believe you have the best plan for me, inwardly, Syifa.

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