Wrong Uterus
Chapter.9

The Word took two steps back, tightly gripping the invitation letter he was about to deliver. Not believing in reality proves that it is not Syifa who dissolves in memories, but she is the one who cannot let go.

"Sorry, I have to go now." Without delaying time, he turned around. A few minutes ago she wished Syifa was crying knowing she was getting married but the reality was different. Without having time to say the purpose and purpose, the Word has lost before revenge.

Arman was still embracing Syifa until Word's car moved away from the yard. After that, of course, the acting ended. He let go of his hand while sighing softly. "Hufft, is he the one?"

Finally Syifa understood why suddenly Arman was so friendly in front of the Word. "Hm, he's the one. Leaving without hearing an explanation. Actually I'm sincere but why did Mas Arman even act like that?"

While ruffling his waist Arman looked at Syifa in disbelief, because he thought such a man should indeed be taught a lesson. "You didn't realize I was just helping you? She must be sorry after knowing you're married and your husband is me."

Syifa rolled her eyes lazily, as she looked at Arman who was so confident in her words. Suddenly he again wondered how Arman and the Word knew each other. "Oh yes, Mas hasn't answered me yet, where do you know?"

Arman again put his songong face, so confident he sat on his hands while leaning his body on the porch wall. "He was a personnel manager at Arman Alfarizi's company, so now you know who I am."

Syifa rounded her eyes while Arman stepped inside the house. For almost a year to know and establish a relationship with Firman, Syifa knew if her former husband-to-be worked in one of the big companies with a position of manager, Syifa knew if her ex-husband was working in one of the big companies with the position of manager, but she did not know if the person who became her current husband was the owner of the company.

Yes, this marriage was not her wish so for two weeks over the introduction period she did not ask much about who her future husband was and what his job was. Syifa knew she was pregnant with the man's child.

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After spending time with the family for breakfast together, at one noon Syifa dragged her suitcase out of the room because soon she was going to leave for Arman's house.

"All that?" arman asked, taking over Syifa's suitcase.

"Yes already." He turned to approach his father and his brother. "Dad, Brother Devan I'll go first. I'll come once a week, don't eat a lot of instant noodles and smoke as long as I'm not around."

"Yes you know," Dad replied briefly, he seems difficult to let go but self-ego makes the prestige of the sky as high as can not be removed.

Devan moved to hug the sister, for some reason, lately he realized that all this time he had been much trouble his own sister. "You take good care of yourself, Brother will stop by if there's time."

"Yes, you know who will soon end the unemployment period" said Syifa when the brother let go of his embrace.

After Syifa, it was Arman's turn to shake the hand of his father-in-law and brother-in-law. "Then we go first."

"Yes, be careful Arman" said Dad.

Syifa and Arman stepped into the car. Father and Devan can only look at the departure of a woman who has been guarding, even supporting their daily lives.

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In a different place, Firman who had just reached home, threw his body on the sofa of the family room with a face of annoyance that did not disappear. It made the mother surprised because when she left, her son looked fine. "Fir, what's wrong with you? Just got back in the face so buckled."

"Syifa, she's married." Feeling so frustrated, he rubbed his face violently because he could not think clearly, I don't know what he felt at this time, but soon he will get married but see the former happy, happy, his feelings became ungodly.

"You met that cheap lady? Do what the Word, want him married or want him to die, yes let it be. You will also soon be married to a woman whose seeds, bebet, the weight is clear."

Word even more depressed when he heard the words of the mother, he did not know how to explain to the mother who the husband of the ex-lover. "Mama doesn't understand, don't talk much, I'm dizzy."

Soon he left, leaving the place. Climbing up the stairs to her room. The mother was still there, looking at the departure of the Word with all the confusion that dominated the mind. "He's why else."

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"No need, let me be" Arman said as his wife was about to lift the suitcase in the trunk of the car. "Let's go in."

Syifa was even so focused on looking at the luxurious house. Seeing Arman who had stepped away from him he immediately followed, running small so that he could compensate for Arman's steps.

"Mas live alone?" he asked suddenly as Arman was about to unlock the door.

"Yes, since Chyntia's death I have lived alone. Once a week house and garden cleaners are coming up. As long as you are here you cannot do much activity, take care of your content as well as possible," replied Arman as he continued to try to open the door.

Clamps.

The door of the mansion finally opened.

Syifa again spread his gaze around the room designed with an aesthetic theme, dominated by white and gray with furniture that also looks so modern.

"Where is my room?" syifa asked suddenly, in fact she was very tired and sleepy. Though he used to rarely take a nap, since pregnancy there was only a new thing that changed from him.

Arman's steps came to a halt upon hearing Syifa's question. He turned to look at his wife while scratching his non-itchy head. "Because I usually live alone so there's only one room filled. For a while you can sleep in my room until the guest room is done in the renovation."

"One room, again?" asked Syifa who looked surprised.

"No, I'll sleep in my study. So take it easy, let's go up," said Arman as he stepped up to the second floor followed by Syifa.

Arriving in the room, Syifa's eyes saw a large clock on the wall of the room showing at one o'clock in the afternoon, suddenly he patted his eel because he forgot to bring his face and also his alphabet. "Astaghfirullah, mukena, prayer mat I can forget."

He immediately approached the husband who was flipping the curtains of the room. "Mas, is there a shrine and prayer mat?"

"Mukena, prayer mat?" Arman was silent for a moment whether he had both of those things. "No, there's no such thing in this house."

"Huh, no? All right, I'll just wear my long headscarf and cloth. Well then, which way is the qibla in this house?"

Arman again thought, all this time he was always busy with worldly affairs to forget something that must be done by a Muslim. "Look at the compass, I don't know."

Ashamed of herself, Arman immediately came out of the room, while Syifa looked at her husband with a look of disbelief. "It turns out to be true, man who has everything in the world but not necessarily he will see it in the hereafter."

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So long did Syifa fall asleep until the moment she woke up, the sky was already dead. He shook his head to see the clock on the wall of the room already showed at five in the afternoon. "I'm so hungry, it seems so good."

Unable to stand his hunger he stepped out of the room to look for Arman's whereabouts, Arman just happened to come out of the workspace that turned out to be located right next to the room.

"Where are you going?" arman asked as he saw Syifa coming out of the room.

Syifa lowered her gaze while holding her stomach which had been rumbling ever since. "I .. I'm hungry, suddenly want to eat something."

"Blak, is it some kind of food or fruit?" ask Arman.

Hearing the husband's words, he again straightened his head while frowning. "Mas, really don't know what it's like?"

Arman shook his head slowly.

"It turns out there are people who don't know that good food. I'll order online." Syifa looked at her stomach while stroking it slowly . "Cabay, you'll have to know if it's as good as you're living a luxurious life."

Arman's forehead shriveled sharply upon hearing Syifa's words. "Why did you call my future son Cabay?"

"He is indeed Cabay, Ca-lon Ba-yi" Syifa said.

"Haha, it's good. That's a strange call," Arman's hand moved to touch Syifa's belly, which still looked flat. "Call him Tiger."

All of a sudden Syifa's body brushed, her blood rippled violently because Arman who always gave a sudden touch. But again, he remembered the limits he had promised not to get carried away.

"Hey Syifa why are you daydreaming?" arman said as he waved his hand in front of Syifa's face.

"Oh it's okay, I'm going to the room. Excuse me."

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