I'm Not a Backup Womb

Husband's departure

I'm not the Backup Rahim

The Part 144

"Why are you crying? Did my words hurt you your feelings Deb?" I gently wiped the tears.

Again he shook his head.

"Then?"

"Sorry, I've disappointed you." His words but his tears just broke.

"Sstt... Do not loudly cry, if the mother's astonishment does not feel good dear." I brought Debby in my arms so that the noise would not be heard by the mother who was still awake in the kitchen.

"But I've gone too far, even I joined hands with another man who wasn't my husband at the wedding at Lydia's." He said still with his stuffing.

"No, who said you let me down Deb. All because of circumstances. I understand him." My answer.

I've long persuaded Debby to stop her crying, but it's not that easy to persuade her. Her tender feelings and always thinking about the feelings of others make it easy to cry and difficult to calm her, maybe you are more good at this problem. But I also need to start learning it.

"Darling..." I called Debby after she could no longer hear her crying.

"Sleep you?" Overshipped. I smiled, another one of Debby's funny natures, making me even more anxious and loving. Falling asleep after tired of crying and occasionally sounding stuffing in his sleep, like a baby who is still innocent. I pulled the blanket and held my wife's body tight because tomorrow I can no longer hold her. I close my eyes, waiting for tomorrow to come, the day our farewell will begin again.

Debby POV

I looked at my face in front of the mirror, I saw the sign of possession on my neck still visible so clearly there. "Why did you just wake up? It's a shame." Mumbles.

I forget that love sign, it's my husband's right, I can't scold him. I looked closely at my face. Remembering my husband's gentle words but implying such a deep meaning.

"Bismillah". I set my heart to close my aura, I took the hijab from the mother and the benefactor of the Panti which I had only kept neatly in my wardrobe. If Ms. Widia who just met Mother about a month ago can change her appearance to be graceful and close her aura tightly, why do I who from small in foster care and raised by Mother actually ignore it and underestimate even though many times Mother often reminds me to close my aura. Why wait for my husband first to open my eyes wide about my duty as a Muslim.

Like in a slap a thousand times when I heard those figurative words from my own husband's mouth. Shame, regret mixed into one last night.

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I'm getting ready to go to the Hospital this morning, I just happened to get a morning shift today. I open the door of my room if looking for the whereabouts of Mother, to ask the appearance of my stone at this time.

"Mother..." Call me.

"Yes, Mother is in front." Answer Mother. I immediately headed to the living room.

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