The Uterus for My Husband

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Faras did intend to channel his knowledge in pesantren owned by kiyai but at this time he could not divide his time because of his busy at the office. Faras has just become the CEO of his parents' surrogate he is still learning all about his company, because his Abi company is so very big Faras is still trying to cupper it all.

Faras has not told Najwa that the day after he will go to Malaysia, there is something to take care of his branch company there that needs a boss who comes. actually Faras really wanted to take Najwa away but Faras had not told Najwa.

The bright morning of the sun seems to shine if he smiles to see life in this world. Faras and Najwa have this Sunday off as usual if they run off early in the morning around the park near the house. Faras on foot always echo the hands of his wife to envy people who see, many people then pass by the morning if Sunday gini is crowded. as usual they will have breakfast in a green tent owned by Mak Ijah who sells vegetables like Faras.Najwa initially did not like it but followed her husband's favorite food eventually Najwa also eat. Faras fed Najwa, from the beginning of marriage until now the intimacy was always created by Faras.

" eating a lot of pity is very good lontong vegetables, on the schedule once a week can remove the longing of Mak Ijah" Mak Ijah smiled at Faras' speech. Mak Ijah had memorized with the two of them despite eating with the same vegetable dish but Faras did not leave the moment to feed Najwa.

" yes den Faras if you are not here Mak Ijah also miss you, kangen see you guys friendly gini. So make Mak Ijah also want to be friendly with mamang". Mak Ijah chuckled.

" mamang tumben does not help Mak where". asked Faras turned to the left right did not see mamang, usually Mak Ijah assisted by her husband. let alone Sunday gini so crowded, so crowded, so memorized Mak Ijah the seat for Faras and Najwa has been prepared mojok like a young boy.

" there den was aunty forgot to bring plastic for wrapping so mamang go home first to take, pity those who want to eat in the wrap take home." Mak Ijah not only sells vegetable lontong, but many menus there are nasi uduk, chicken geprek and others. Mak Ijah only sells in the morning but there are many customers, her husband who always helps sell.

" oh kirain where Mak the mamang, if there is no mamang must be Mak Ijah hassles". said Faras while feeding his food to Najwa.

" that's the most in waiting den for sellers like Mak Ijah, in repotted means Mak Ijah's sign of the line den". Mak Ijah again chuckled he was so familiar with Faras since long ago Faras did not have a wife if he returned from Turkey and Faras missed Mak Ijah lontong his favorite vegetable.

" may Mak Ijah and mamang healthy continue to sell well" said Faras while eating.

" aamin den trifakasih, hopefully den Faras wedding lasting and quickly dapet momongan". Faras clasped Najwa's hand, if anyone says anything about momongan. Faras did not want to make Najwa sad, Najwa was used to not only one or two people saying about momongan. Najwa was strong because Faras always strengthened him nothing changed a little love of Faras towards Najwa.

" it is spent dear and we go home" Faras rubbed Najwa's head.

After he finished eating and paid Faras and Najwa to go home. When walking around the park to go home there is a ball that goes towards them, at the sight of a small child running to take the ball. Faras caught the ball slowly he gave it to a little boy about five years old. Faras smiled sweetly, a little boy named Zayn returned the smile of Faras.

" zayn don't throw away the ball son" a mother of Faras' age called Zayn running over to Zayn.

" yes mama sorry Zayn let go, the ball ran". Faras immediately saw the woman as he knew her, yes it was a faras friend during High School.

" Zaskia is really you".the woman looked up at Faras, the woman smiled she knew Faras.

" Hay Faras, you still remember me" asked Zaskia, turning to Faras and Najwa.

" we must be friends with a school".

" introduce Zaskia to my wife Najwa" Najwa smiled happily as he made new friends.

" i'm Zaskia Faras' friend, we used to be a school". Zaskia hung her hand on Zaskia's hand by Najwa.

" i am Najwa wife of Mas Faras."

" let's talk for a while Faras we haven't seen each other in a long time, I just happen to be happy to see you". Faras turned to Najwa for his approval. Najwa smiled sweetly and nodded in agreement.They finally looked for a seat in the garden.

" Zaskia how about your education has finished studying what doctor". asked Faras.

" i am now an obstetrician working in a perpetual healthy hospital.

" Zayn your son or..." Faras was curious.

" yes he's my son Faras, I was married before I graduated college". Zaskia chuckles.

" i'm sorry I didn't know from you maybe I was still in Turkey" Najwa played with Zayn he really enjoyed Zayn looking so funny.

" do I know if you're in Turkey, you've got kids?" ask Zaskia later.

" it hasn't been nearly two years of our marriage and it hasn't been blessed with a child."

" oh sorry Faras I didn't mean it.." Faras cut off Zaskia's words.

" it's okay Zaskia relax we will not be offended, I'm used to this saying. the presence of children or not between us is not our barrier to running the relationship.

" good Faras is indeed a man should behave like that, no one asked if we can not have children all of His will. This kind of thing women always get reproach. but I see you love your wife so much". Zaskia looked towards Najwa who was playing with Zayn.

" well I love him so much, there's no way I'm making him sad Zaskia". The ball was too far up to reach Faras' feet, Faras stood up and invited Zayn to play. Najwa then sat down to see a view of Faras who was very happy to play with Zayn. Zaskia was sad to see Najwa she was also a woman must be so it feels let alone she is a doctor, many patients who vent if the marriage for years has not also had children.Maybe that's what it feels like to be Najwa , ' she said , there was a burden in his mind.

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