Wrong Uterus
Chapter 8

The night was thick with a light rain, unfortunately, the lights were off as well. Arman entered the room after chatting with his brother-in-law and father-in-law. Yes, the chat ended because the time showed eleven o'clock at night, Arman who tried to buy time inevitably had to go into his bridal room.

Arman pointed his flashlight towards the bed but did not find the wife, as he remembered when he finished making coffee, Syifa went into the room and never came out again. "Where he is, does he sleep in another room."

"Mas Arman!"

"Gosh my god." Arman flipped his body, as someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. "You suddenly show up, from anywhere?"

"Toilet." Syifa pointed her cell phone flashlight at the bed. "Tonight, we'll share a bed, I've made an equator that you can't cross."

"Ck, the equator? You think the bed is the border of the country. Want you to hang back until the somersault I won't be tempted." Arman stepped up and immediately laid his body on the bed.

Syifa looked at the husband who really looked very relaxed with this situation. He was very nervous because he was sharing a bed with someone for the first time. "Oh like that, well, I don't care either."

Syifa opened the bergo hijab she had been wearing since, letting her straight, long hair unravel beautifully. He also opened the sweater until the remaining white tight shirt that now wrapped his body.

Although only in the dim light of the cas lamp hanging on the wall of the room, Arman could clearly see the curves of Syifa's body. He was lying down, but now he is back up. "Hey, why did you let go of that sweater?"

Syifa also lay beside Arman while trying to hold back her laughter. I don't know, he feels Arman's current expression is very funny. "Hufft, Mas said that even though I was on my back and on my side, I wouldn't be tempted. Now I'm freaking out, just relax."

"Yes, who said I was tempted. Haha, you're all there, I just didn't expect a woman like you to show off before a man." Arman turned back his body and tried to close his eyes.

Syifa returned with her smile. When his heart was at peace with all the circumstances, he no longer cared what Arman said to him. "Mas, the man who saw my hair and arms at this moment, his eyes are already halal for that. So I don't feel guilty."

Arman opened his eyes again, looking towards Syifa. "You forgot our previous agreement? Hah, you are completely beyond my expectations. You talk a lot and you can't keep the image."

"I remember, I remember." Syifa looked back at Amran who was only thirty centimeters away from her. "There is no husband and wife worship between us, but that doesn't mean it can't be touched right?"

Pukkp.

"Hey, did you hit me?" Arman was shocked when Syifa suddenly patted the back of his hand. "Do I not believe this, you are really the woman I married this afternoon?"

"Actually at night, my personality changes a little." Syifa chuckled to herself and then got up from her lying position, recited a long prayer in her heart, then went back to lying down. "It's midnight, I'd better get some sleep. Do not forget to read the prayer so as not to disturb the devil."

"Yes you are the devil" muttered Arman.

Syifa who had closed her eyes again looked at Arman. "What did you say?"

"Nothing, I'm going to sleep." Arman turned his back on Syifa, trying to fall asleep in the flower-filled bridal room.

The rain is getting heavier, the electricity is not burning. That night a pair of newlyweds slept without warming each other, but there is a story that they wrote, will later become a memory. Whether it's a sweet memory, or a wound-filled memory that drains tears.

The night changed in the morning. Syifa was already seen busy in the kitchen while Dad, Brother and husband were still asleep. He seemed very good at cooking food for breakfast.

Trying to get busy but the morning sickness did not go away, after trying to restrain himself, he returned to the sink to vomit his stomach contents.

"The smell of that cooking made me even more nauseous." Syifa tried to calm herself down first, then resumed her near-completed work.

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After a while, all the food was ready and just waiting for the others to wake up. Syifa went back to her room and found Arman sitting on the edge of the bed.

Syifa's steps stopped for a moment, looking at her husband with a gaze that could not be interpreted. He felt unfamiliar with the situation but, again, he tried not to look weak in front of anyone.

His steps continued, approaching the husband by the bed. "Mas didn't go to work?"

Arman shook his head to see Syifa standing before him. "Still on vacation, I'll start work tomorrow. Today you're coming with me moving into the house, so pack up what you want to bring."

Syifa suddenly fell silent, remembering the fate of her Brother and Father if she no longer lived in the house. Especially now that he has quit his job at one of the private companies, because of his condition is pregnant.

Arman looked back at Syifa when he realized she was daydreaming like she was thinking about something. He suddenly thought, it might be hard for Syifa to leave her family. "I'll send you a monthly bill for your father. Last night I spoke to Devan's sister, she agreed to work for my company."

The look of disbelief was now clearly drawn from Syifa's eyes, she wanted to refuse but her family did need all that. "Thank you for everything. At least until this child is born, we will trouble Mas Arman a lot."

"No need to worry, I promised I'd take responsibility." He got up from his sitting position while sighing softly. "Last night you broke the equator you made yourself, was there a fine?"

Hearing that, Syifa immediately rounded her eyes. "Really? I am not a person who likes to move while sleeping. Um, don't make it up." Embarrassed, Syifa took her phone and walked out of the room.

Arman was still standing there, watching Syifa disappear from behind the door. "She's a smart woman hiding what she's feeling. But what about the future husband she said back then, did they break up."

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Not wearing a headscarf, she took out a shawl hanging in the living room to cover her hair. When he finished, he opened the front door.

Clamps.

The door opened, Syifa retreated her steps when she saw a man standing there. The man who some time ago broke his heart, broke and lost hope.

"Mas word?"

Yes, that man is the Word. I don't know what it means to come to the former's house, but his hands seem to be clutching something like an invitation. "Over time no see, I'm coming for-"

"Who is it" said Arman who suddenly came to Syifa. He frowned when he saw the Word. "You're the Word, right?"

"Sir Arman" said Firman when he saw a man who was very familiar to him, he even met Arman a few weeks ago, before he took leave out of town with his family.

"You know each other?" asked Syifa who was even more surprised.

Arman looked at Syifa. He tried to read the situation until he finally realized something. He turned back to looking at the Word with a hand that suddenly embraced Syifa. "Do you and my wife know each other?"

Of course Syifa was surprised by the sudden actions of her husband. But he was speechless, his body stiff because for the first time embraced by the opposite sex.

"Wife?" The Word was surprised. After learning Syifa was pregnant, Firman went out of town with his parents, changed his cell phone number and learned to forget Syifa.

When he returned, he wanted to take revenge by giving his wedding invitation to Syifa. I didn't think he would get a surprise first. How not, the man who claimed to be Syifa's husband was his own superior.

*It turns out to be true, the man who had abandoned him was Firman*, Arman's inner being.

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The title of the novel LOVE WITHOUT WORDS

Mama Reni's

Blurbs.

Diandra Zivana Athalla is an orphan girl who makes a living selling in the city park every night.

Diandra had a friend named Galen Baim Pratama Syahputra. Galen often accompanied Diandra on sales.

One night, Galen had an event so he could not accompany Diandra. The girl came home on her bike.

On the way a man stopped his bike. Diandra was given drugs until he fainted. After that Diandra was raped. Trauma due to rape made Diandra mute.

Feeling guilty and sorry for Diandra's fate, Galen marries Diandra.

As the ijab unfolded, Diandra learned that the man who raped her was Galen's older sister, Adyatma Mahavir Alister Bagaskara.