My Husband Is - Cuek

Ready to Face Reality

Right now, I want to feel like I'm immersing this face on a pillow and screaming loudly.

Rey walked over and stopped right in front of this red object. Things that make me so embarrassed right now. He crouched down to make sure what it was.

He seemed to hold back a laugh after understanding the mysterious object that was now lying on the floor. I just bow my head.

"Your cheeks are the same color as the contents of this box" he said with a few fingers in front of his lips. It seems as if he is holding back laughter.

How am I doing now? Of course I want to scream while crying. Hold this shame in front of Rey.

**

I locked myself in my room for two hours. Sit on the side of the bed with my knees bent. I don't know why I feel this way.

"Hey," said Rey after she opened the door. Only his head was visible to me.

"I'm hungry."

Long breaths just came out. With heavy steps I got out of bed. After glancing at the wall clock, it was time for lunch. With arms like being dragged, I walked limp. Like running out of energy.

Rey eats alone in the kitchen. While I brought some bread and a box of milk to the room. Rey noticed me.

"Why you?"

"I'm ashamed. You must have thought that I deliberately ordered that to Mom," I replied after stopping.

"Why embarrassed?"

I turned towards Rey slowly while biting my lower lip.

"The underwear you haven't worn is shameful. What about the ones you still wear?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. Think for a moment Rey's words. I see this self. Imagine the sensitive words he said. Then, I understand what that means.

"But Mother's giving was too much Rey. I even saw him for the first time."I'm down.

"If it's uncomfortable, don't wear it." He continued eating.

Is correct. I'm not comfortable. Never mind to wear it, just seeing it makes me creep disco.

"Not what, Rey?"

"you reckon? The real core is on you. Not what clothes you wear. Want you to wear a dress as beautiful as anything, will be removed as well."

Is correct. It's true what Rey said. Maybe the red thing is just a complement. But, Rey doesn't like to be convoluted.

I'm going all wrong now. Because of this doubt, I turned around and sat down in front of Rey. Open the bread and drink the milk there.

"Not going to the room?"

I'm shaking.

"No. I'm hungry."

"Rey."

"Hem."

"Doctor's word. Next week I'll be injected with hormones. If I'm fat, how's Rey?"

Rey looked me in the eye. We stopped eating for a moment and looked at each other.

"That's what your mom wants. Quickly get a grandson, right."

I chewed the bread back. Now I'm taking my eyes off Rey. Actually, he didn't answer my question. Whether I'm ready or not with the body changes I'll experience later.

"Hem. As long as you don't ask me to carry you again."

I'm self-conscious. The doctor said I wasn't fertile enough. Remember I was an only child. She also waited a long time for her pregnancy. As a result, he only had one child even though he never used contraception.

I bite the bread with doubt. This I can't refuse. On the other hand, Mom really wanted me to get pregnant fast. But, towards that pregnancy, I had to let this body expand again.

For a moment I imagined Rey walking around handsomely. While I was with an expanding body walking next to him. Totally inappropriate in my opinion.

After a while, because of the thoughts that continued to occupy my brain, I was unable to support this head. The head who thought about everything about Rey, was now lying next to the milk box that I had just finished its contents. While my husband, it's hard to go anywhere. After the glaring underwear problem, now this little brain is filled with injecting hormones that I will live.

The doctor said, my weight will go up by about 10 to 15 kilos. I can imagine this body expanding. Surely, Rey and I will be like the number 10. Rey is number one, while I am number zero.

Huaaaa!

I can only scream in my heart.

**

"Bagimana, Miss Alma. Ready already?"

"Ready, Doctor Ma'am," I said with slightly shaking hands.

Finally, the day that I did not want to come. After this, I don't know what will happen in my life.

The hormones have entered my body beautifully. Hopefully, with what I live now will get good in the future. And Rey could appreciate me more. Because however, what I live now is for the sake of being able to contain his baby.

"You, just use the driver, yes," Rey said as she drove.

"If you are pregnant, it will be difficult and dangerous if you force to bring a car."

I looked at Rey. On the sidelines of my grief, Rey paid attention. I was quite happy with the distraction. However, I came back moody from having to face reality.

Some women in the world are so scared that their bodies are floating uncontrollably, including me. It's not really me who makes myself not feel confident when my weight goes up because of hormone injections. But more to Rey. He is the boss of his company. Surrounded by many beautiful women. Especially the figure of a beautiful, but annoying woman who is still at home undermines our relationship. Vina.

I've been quiet ever since we got home from the obstetrician's. Rey came to me in the room. I was sitting quietly at the end of the bed. I looked at Rey who entered with teary eyes. Rey looked at me with a pity look. It was clear in his eyes.

He sat down and held my hand. Look in these eyes.

"You don't want to continue this program?" ask Rey. He got rid of the dangling hair covering his cheeks.

"You, Rey. I just don't want to be fat and ugly." I sobbed.

Rey hugged me. I cried with my chin stuck to his shoulder.

"You just go well. Remember this is your struggle to get the baby. I don't think much about what you'll be like. Beautiful or ugly you are still Alma. That's ridiculous and always happy."

I nodded slowly. I don't know what Rey said. He just wanted to comfort me or he meant what he said. Beyond that, I feel happy. I also appreciate his efforts to comfort me.

"Thank you, Rey," I said.

"Now sleeping. Tomorrow we'll work. Oh, ja. I've recruited a housekeeper. Tomorrow he will come to help you. The car and the driver will be here too."

"I want that old ash, Rey."

"Yes, I know. I've chosen the old ash."

It'sit's nothing. The red color will be the same as Vina's car. Red looks sexier. But, it's okay. I didn't want him to call me intentionally likening him.

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