I'm Not a Backup Womb

Cahoot

I'm not a spare womb

The Part 176

I closed my door, I laid my body on the bed, I needed to rest for a moment, today was quite tiring for my physical and mental. I close my eyes, at least there's still time before I work.

"Allahuakbar.... Allahuahd..."

The voice of the Maghrib awakens me, I open my eyes and immediately I take ablution, he is on my prayer mat pour all my sigh, until the sound of knocking on the door catches me forcing me to finish my prayer. I know you knocked on the door. "Come in the Bun" I said,

The door was opened slowly, Mother entered and approached me who was still busy folding her face and prayer mats.

"Mother wants to talk to Deb, will you?"

"Can." I put the prayer mat on the wooden chair in front of the mirror. I invite Mother to sit on the lip of the bed. Seeing Mother's face so serious made my feelings overwhelmed with worry.

"What do you want to talk to?" Me softly.

But the door is back on tap before Mother answers it.

"Come in" cried Mother, now it's Mar's turn to enter and walk towards us.

"This is Mother, the order." Mbok Mar said he gave me a plastic bag containing something, but I don't know what it is.

"Thank you Mbok, mbok can come back. And mbok, make tea for my guests." Mother's orders on mbok mar.

"Njeh bun." Mbok mar replied.

"A guest is there? Wh who? Why didn't you meet first?" I said to Mother.

"The guest can wait, and it's common to wait for Debby." He answered, my mind began to guess, who is the guest, is that my husband?

"Debby... Do not get used to running if there is a problem, every household will certainly encounter a problem, but that does not mean you have to leave the house, you know very well women must ask permission from her husband wherever he goes."

Degs...

Where do you know that I am in trouble, I have kept it in a meeting. I am also increasingly convinced that what is meant by the guest is Mas Aska.

"Where'd Debby go?" Ask the mother who blocked my hand as I got out of my seat.

"You want to see him, he's outside, right, mother? Mas Aska's? I mean Teddy?"

"mother does not let you go, sit down!" Mother's orders in a higher tone, as if mother began to ignite emotions, which must be emotional to me because it is impossible to be emotional to my husband, because I believe mother also knows this lie. mother had even said that she had met her parents, just that they had covered her up together as if they had conspired to play with my feelings.

I let my breath pass and then stepped back to sit next to my mother.

"Eat Debby, you've bought this fruit for you. It's so sweet." Mother said peeling oranges from plastic bags giving mbok mar.

"Orange?"

"Eat," he said to feed me, I opened my mouth and I enjoyed the grapefruit given by my mother, there was a little relief because it turned out that my mother did not come here to judge me.

"Sugary?" Ask.

"So sweet mother. mother if you buy oranges is always number one, if the problem is choosing a sweet fruit." I said take the remaining citrus fruits in the mother's hand.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to marry a mafia boss is not less exciting too..