Noctah Black Marriage

POVS. Hans

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I was willing to leave Salma, even though I was expelled, anyway. Yes, besides, I am also tired of him who always rules at will. To have money, he's always in power and I'm just his lackey.

I went home to Mom's. But I didn't think he would throw me out. Yeah, I get it, of course because I don't have money and I'm unemployed. Sometimes surprised, I am his biological child, but from the first why it is always dear if you have money only. My mother was also angry. He said because of me, he's lost his gold mine all along. 

“Where are you trying to pay for the arisan that is still months away? Where to try mom, pay installments?” pissed off.

It is easy to sell jewelry. Don't you have a lot of jewelry? Ah, the old man's mindset is often absurd, out of step.

Fortunately Meti contracted a house and worked as an iron-wash worker. So I can ride for free. At first I only made her a moment's pleasure, but she got pregnant. 

Her pregnancy made me want to always be with her, not be away from her and want to always be on standby for her. Either I start loving her or this is just a sense of responsibility?

It feels like every day I can't wait for the child to be born. I really like babies, let alone their own flesh and blood. I will do anything to make the child happy.

However, the happiness that I don't think lasted long after Hendra's arrival. With great confidence, he claimed that the child that Meti was carrying was his seed. It was really unexpected that Meti also often slept with him. Female base *****! It's really cheap.

I'm demanding a DNA test, but Meti's like a freak. I can confirm that she must be pregnant with Hendra's child. Because if you remember, every time I have contact I always use safety. Only occasionally kebablasan because of the hunt out.

To forget the disappointment, I kept busy working in the market as a pelvic coolie. Sometimes ngojek too. Fortunately there are friends who have idle motorcycles, so I can borrow them.

*** 

This morning as usual, I was a porters in the market. 

Bugh! A woman accidentally hit me. His body was shaken and fell. He held his head. Maybe he feels dizzy. Hands out to help.

“Salma!” I cried as he tried to stand up.

“Hans!” He looked surprised.

Wait a minute, why did he arrive at the market? After I asked it turned out to be looking for kupa fruit that tastes sour. Tumben. But I didn't ask more. Because he knows he won't be comfortable after what happened between us.

I told Salma, if you want fruit kupa should come to the market that I showed early in the morning. Because the day is usually no longer there. He was enthusiastic and seemed eager to get the fruit he wanted. At first glance like a woman who is cravings.

Finally, I promised that tomorrow morning I would buy the fruit and ask him to come to the market again to take it. Thankfully, his response seemed pleased at my suggestion. It's not without reason the kindness I'm offering this, she's really suspicious. 

His face was a little pale, several times his hands cupped his mouth like he wanted to vomit something. That's why I need to find out more.

Is Salma pregnant? That question just popped into my mind. 

*** 

I had a hard time falling asleep last night. My mind didn't stop thinking about what happened in the market. The question of whether Salma was pregnant continues to occupy the mind space. I'm sure if she gets pregnant, she'll hide it from me.

Huh, it feels impatient and eager to be early in the morning. Until I finally fell asleep at what time?

Hoam .. I squirmed and was immediately aghast when I found the clock on the wall already showing at 06:00 am. Take a shower and go straight to the market. The friend I was with was surprised to see me so excited this morning.

Arriving at the market, the seller of kupa becomes the main goal. Fortunately, the sour fruit is still there. I fulfilled a promise to buy it. With deg degan I kept waiting at the agreed place. But I was waiting for him not to come too. 

The day was getting more and more afternoon, Salma was still not seen the trunk of his nose. I dare to contact, rather than die curious ‘kan? 

Actually, when he was kicked out of the house, his contact number was removed, but I had memorized the number a long time ago. So yeah, it's easy for me to cheat back.

Tut .. several times the call did not get a response. I didn't give up, I kept pressing the number until it finally hooked up.

“Hallo,” said it sounded weak.

“Yes, Hans ..” 

There was a sense of pleasure when he could clearly remember my voice. Is it possible that my contacts are still stored on his phone? I haven't been able to ask why he didn't come to the market, I can catch the sound of vomiting on the phone.

Of course I panicked, the voice seemed to be unwilling to stop and Salma seemed exhausted. Without a second thought and permission, I went straight to his house.

Once at his house, I found him vomiting in the washtapel. This incident made me even more certain that she was pregnant young. Every time pregnant the first trimester, Salma is always nauseous vomiting and acid-cravings.

I helped him as much as I could. He did, though initially refused. Give her warm water and ask her to rest. I'm sure he hasn't eaten either. His face was pale and looked very weak. 

I'll see what's in the refrigerator. Because she's nauseous, I'm sure she's boiling. I persuaded and forced him to eat it. After that, I asked if she was pregnant?

Salma did not answer. He was silent until I kept asking him over and over again. Can no longer dodge when I ask a pregnant mother supplement that is on the table. Yes, Salma is pregnant. 

Happiness adorns my day. Moreover, I will have the child of the woman who is honestly still enthroned in the deepest heart. The feelings I buried with hatred returned to the surface.

From that day on, my relationship with Salma arguably began to improve. Unconsciously, we started from the beginning. I also helped her move house. I will not let the mother of my future son be exhausted. This time I have to make sure that our child can be born into the world healthy and safe.

I also contracted a small house not far from Salma. So that if there is anything can be immediately ready. Sometimes at night, he asked me to buy him something he wanted. Of course as the father of the baby he contained, I always fulfilled whatever it was. Wanting him, we were just one house, let him be more monitored at all times, but of course Salma objected. He has not forgiven me completely. I often refused even when I wanted to stroke her stomach. Yes, he still keeps his distance. What else is the cravings this time, close to me makes him nauseous because he feels the smell. 

Whether it's fetal birth, or because her hatred for me is still great. It's okay, with him allowing us to always meet, that's more than enough.

*** 

I was astonished when Salma told me that the accident that made her second pregnancy until the miscarriage was Meti. Our neighbor told him. I really did not expect, that cheap woman to justify all means to have me.

The guilt is getting bigger. How wicked I am because I have always had fun with the woman who killed my own son. Yes, Lord ... Is there still a way of repentance for me? I'm really embarrassed.

I promise to myself, whatever happens from today, I will redeem all wrongs to Salma. As much as I can, I will fight to give my best for him. 

I work harder and more excited. I feel the prestige I've eliminated all the way. As long as the work is lawful, I will continue to do as I can. Every rupiah whose range is not that much, I always deposit to Salma. Hope there is a barracks in the money sheet for us. 

After work, Salma greeted me warmly. We sat on the terrace just to relieve my fatigue. This atmosphere is very much liked. But suddenly Meti came to ruin it. Shameless, cursing and accusing my wife of no-no. Considering she was the fetal killer of my second child, anger instantly overwhelms.

I want to do the same thing, which is kill the baby in her womb. She had a dream that I would be consumed by the talk of believing that her fetus was my seed. My emotions were explosive, I pushed him to the ground.

Feeling less, I tried to hurt him further, but Salma stopped me. He made me realize, no matter how angry, what I was going to do to my former mistress was wrong. We believe that our child will not have a father who will cause other people's babies to be in danger.

***

My relationship with Salma is getting better. We are even a home now. Even though sleep is separate. From there, I began to suspect him. 

Several times I caught Salma taking medication when her head hurt. In fact, the drug is prohibited in the consumption of pregnant women. Doesn't he know? It doesn't feel possible. This is not her first pregnancy.

My suspicions were answered today. He secretly applied makeup that made him without pale. He also accidentally stuck his finger in his throat to provoke vomiting. Not until there, when I was cleaning the kitchen, in the trash can, I found a former sanitary pad. Apparently she's menstruating. I looked at the calendar, sure enough, this is the date the month came.

There was a sense of disappointment, because when I was open and honest about everything, he lied to me instead. What else is this child thing. Something I've been waiting for and wanting.

However, I continued to pretend not to know and continued to obey his false cravings. I hope that one day he will come clean. How long will he survive his lies? However, he even made special silicone for his stomach to look bloated like a pregnant person. The size of the silicone is getting bigger as the month of pregnancy increases. She was running her fake pregnancy.

Then what am I gonna do? I'm still faithfully waiting until Salma tells herself the truth. I don't know when that was?

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