Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

Clear Shades

Bima smiled back to herself, remembering the events of that day. How stupid he was in front of the doctor Vishnu. What kind of husband has abandoned his wife and future children for the sake of the woman in his past who is not yet clear who is pregnant with whom.

Which if according to - calculations - Doctor Vishnu, fifty percent likely true that the age of pregnancy is not in accordance with the facts that Bima explained.

But doctors still recommend DNA tests to strengthen the presumption.

For a while you just focus on Anin and her pregnancy. So the advice of Vishnu doctor to him, shortly before he left followed here.

Regrets always come later. However, Bima was very grateful, because he was soon made aware and given a second chance to correct his mistake.

I won't waste it anymore, because I love him so much.

***

Anin wakes up when her nose is interrupted by the pungent aroma of cooking. Tumben so early this morning Imas already cooked his mind.

He saw a clock hanging in the corner of his room. Half a year in the morning. And the air is still too cold to start the activity.

Anin did not so pull the blanket hoping to continue his dream, when his stomach reacted with the smell of –entah what– dishes were being cooked Imas. The bathroom is the destination now.

Half-run Anin towards the bathroom, glancing towards the kitchen. Before finally getting into the bathroom and spilling his stomach contents.

It's still early this morning, look for disease.

Anin deliberately linger in the bathroom. In addition to limp, he was also lazy to come out and see his face.

Just imagining it makes me sick!

Geck, tok, tok.

"Honey, are you okay– okay?!" ask Bima to panic. After a while, Anin did not come out.

"...." - ".Anime reflexes shut her own mouth. Exactly the fugitive who was hiding.

"Darling, open the door...." Bima knocked on the door again, "Are you okay? How long was it inside?"

"_______ " okay, fine nutmeg Lu!

"I broke down, if in the count of three you have not come out" threatened Bima. It's nothing, he's just worried. Afraid of anything happening.

Anin breathed an annoyed breath! He opened the door and then just threw it out.

Let's just say there's no one.

Anin sat in front of the terrace. The mornings are always beautiful with cold air piercing her pores.

Bima followed behind and sat down next to him without being asked.

"The air here is fresh, huh?" ask Bima fad. Who knows, you might get a response. And apparently Bima had to swallow disappointment when the woman next to him just sat quietly staring far ahead without a word.

Well, in pecan.

Anin folded her hands and kept them in front of her chest. The weather here is always cold in every morning - especially if the rainy season-, only about ten o'clock the air begins to cool warm. Perhaps the geographical influence and adjacent to the mountain ciremai times yes.I thought Anin, who every time wanted to ask it always forgot.

Seeing Anin cold, his maleness instinct came out. Without needing to ask for any more approval, Bima then grabbed the woman's shoulder and brought her nearby.

As fast as lightning too, Anin broke away from the arm of the man who had hurt her several times. Then he stood up and left her.

"Fate." he said.

Then lay down on the floor which was also no less cold with Anin's attitude to him.

In the room, Anin again cries out for her stupidity, perhaps she hopes her husband will pursue her. Eventually, she fell asleep again between her cries.

Half-eight Anin was awake, and she missed the ritual of mating her orchid flowers. Forgetting his garden.

Huh! Why do you wake up. Why not wake up. Where is Imas?

Anin rushed to the bathroom.

As fast as lightning he prepared himself, a little patch of lipstick he put on his lips. Then wear thin powder only. Do not forget to comb his hair and tie it like a ponytail.

Okey! Beres. Let's see what's in the kitchen. He murmured in his stomach.

Anin knitted her eyebrows together, astonished. He took a piece of paper overlaid with a glass filled with water.

Hi, honey, - papah hotshot.... How are you today?

What breakfast are you going to eat this morning?

Have papah prepare oxtail soup, there is green bean porridge as well. Or want this special fried rice made by your papa? My favorite jam bread is ready.

Say good morning also to your mom, yes, say that papah kangen. Say also do not sulk, ntar cepet old, ugly, creasing.

The ingetin is also to drink its milk.

Try not to make mamah bother, dear, kasian...

Soon papah want to go first, later in the afternoon come back again to make sure you and your mom eat right.

During papah go, you – are the ones who must take care of mamah.

Okay hotshot?!! Remember that your mama is wayward, jewelers are her ears. Said by papah's order.

____ Love _____

Anin looked at all the food on the table. "Wasting." Anin Mumbles.

Wasting was a waste but still unconsciously Anin smiled at everything.

Of course she felt happy, felt special and felt the intimacy of her husband. It was just that he was still hiding it behind his cold demeanor. Notnot now. Remember your purpose Anin!

Soon Anin grabbed a jam bun and a glass of milk from the table. Then bring her into her study. Let breakfast inside. Do not let his patients be abandoned because of the delay in waiting for his doctor.

Inside the practice room, Imas was tidying up the paper and some medicinal plastic wrap.

Realizing the presence of Anin - who looks more cheerful this morning– according to him. He immediately approached and teased her.

"Hihiy, eta the romantic meuni, Doc" he said. "Make breakfast sagala. Imas to be surprised, who was busy in the kitchen early in the morning. Kirain angel stray." His impact with a broken laugh.

Anin blushed and failed to hide it from Imas' gaze. "Why not wake me up?!" tanya Anin pretended to be angry. It was not the angry expression that seemed, it was precisely the happy hue that came out.

"Euleuh, euleuh.. who early in the morning get love letter mah bedeuy, meuni sumringah, bright cherry is different, her. haha." God again. With laughter on the air throughout the room.

His face was already red, the more mature the red made the assistant. "Where is the patient?" tanya Anin shifted the topic.

A month past, by,

Anin feels her life is no longer calm, always experiencing a kingkong disorder - Bima-who acts as if nothing happened to her relationship.

Bima still survives with patience to face him, still with the strangeness–weirdness that he made, and still with the beauty of treating his wife and prospective children who often make Anin inflamed.

Not to mention the furore it has caused lately. Almost overwhelmed Anin faced him. To the extent that he swore an oath to the doctor Vishnu who had informed his whereabouts here.

How not, almost all the contents of the furniture from the store in boyongan to the house of Dinas whose size is not larger than the bedroom in their apartment.

Now a tiny house consisting of only two bedrooms, the two bathrooms are crowded with the latest electronic items. Not to mention the motorcycle that Bima left behind, the reason so that it can be used Imas here and there. And when someone from a store was about to install AC, Anin finally issued an ultimatum that had only been in his mouth.

The girl suddenly widened her eyes. "You want to make me freeze to death?!" His impact.

"It's not so, dear.., Although the air here is cool, but still the heat stings during the day. I don't want you to be angry...."

Anin shook her head quickly. "I don't need it! Just bring all your stuff! Or I'll take myself out of here!" said Anin Breezy. "And I can assure you, you won't be able to find me!!"

"OK, okay, Okee. But, Please don't disappear - again-you may act as you please, but please don't you Keep Me with my son's Candidate." His words bitterly held back emotions.

All because of the child! Okey...

"I've told you how many times, THIS ISN'T YOUR SON!!"

"Anin, Please." he said pleading. "You may hate me to the bone marrow, but don't forbid me to care for you...."

"No need to be nice to me, no need to show your fake attention. I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!" yelled Anin who then ran into the room. He almost hit the chair because his vision was covered with tears.

Fortunately Imas was out of the house, watching a show with Arisan mothers. So that Anin and Bima need not hesitate to him.

Bima followed the girl to her room. And the smell of the room aroused his passion.

Exactly like the scent on the first night of his bride. The scent of grass mixed with wet soil and the aroma of Mint out of nowhere. Dejavu.

The atmosphere of the bridal room is not too luxurious. Because it's crowded with his wife's stuff during the girl.

Photos of a beautiful girl wearing a high school uniform hang there, which she has now been edited.

Bima smiled when remembering how unfortunate she was, in staying asleep just like that, on the night of her bride.

Bima looked back at his crying wife behind him. His shoulders rose and fell in unison with his cries.

Bima threw herself on the side of the bed that was left a little. If only Anin moves then it is certain Bima will be toppled.

Bima hugged his wife who was still sobbing. As strong as it is rebellious, Bima remains in position and does not let him escape from his arms.

They fell asleep, and for the first time were in one bed after two months of separate sleep.

When the body is united, the heart is linked.

You are the light, though, 

you are the night

You are the color of blood

You are medicine

You're the only thing I want to touch

Every inch of your skin is sacred ash to me

You're the only thing I want to touch

To treat me..

Look my eyes..

Notify me...

Ask me, please, 

As much as you want...

Then you'll know...

How big my miss

How bad I am

How far I fear...

How bad my pain is...

You are the medicine of my pain...

____

Your love is a pain

Nothing compares to its taste.

If regrets and mistakes are part thereof –love–

So, what does it mean to trust...

If hurt and happy are two blades of love

Truth and error are the way of choice for him

And where will you point one end of it. While my love alone you pawn at the door of hell.

Who can measure how the pain is...

You said, Mine is yours,

My pain is your pain....

Your promise...

Before you touch my whole heart

Before it destroys my defenses

And you tell me

I will be your last love

You and me

That's what you told me....

And I hate it 

hand over

I hate to forgive you 

I Hate to set you free..

But that is your punishment

Your sense of hopelessness has not even been-comparable to my pain 

Just keep your apologies 

By reason of

Every time you come closer you shed my tears

I want without you

Without you...

Let's end it all..

***

Anin was silent to see Bima was busy playing the keys to his car.

The awkwardness in the middle room felt up to the next room. But imas does not want to disturb the comfort there by involving himself between the two.

Neither Anin nor Bima had any intention of opening the sound. Everything is filled with his mind.

How they woke up this morning in the same room, sharing the same bed with the remnants of warmth that is still felt today.

Bima occasionally glanced at his wife who was still reluctant to look at him.

Supposedly, this afternoon the schedule of her pregnancy examination, but how Bima will invite Anin to go to the obstetrician while looking at her only the girl is reluctant.

Bima let out her breath.

His stomach was already a little bulging and was becoming even more adorable. "What time will we go." he said.

Anin turned her head cynically towards the sound, briefly then looked the other way again.

"Let me drive you guys, because it looks like the rain's been formalized."

Rightly, Anin thought. It had been an hour he waited, instead of subsiding even more heavily.

"So, we're leaving now?" ask Bima.

"Let's wait, I change clothes first." Anin stood up as fast as she disappeared behind the bedroom door.

****

That afternoon the gynecologist queue was quite dense.

Anin got the number three two queue, even though he had already called the registration section early in the morning.

From the afternoon the rain fell heavily and there was no sign of stopping, wonder also, why the rain fell during the dry season, not to mention the increasingly cold air pierced the bones because the rain never subsided.

Anin sat on a long chair accompanied by Bima who was pacing back and forth restlessly unwilling to remain silent. Anin Until the headache made.

Throughout the queue from one to two five, the two were not involved in any conversation. Different from other couples, there are only problems that are fussed.

The night the air gets colder and Anin regrets why she didn't wear her sweater. 

The girl rubbed her palms on her own arm.

"Cold?"

Anin nodded.

Srrt!!

Anin felt the feathers all over her body stiffen as Bima pulled on her shoulder and attached them to her chest. His hand started rubbing Anin's arm while the other hand led his head to lean against her chest.

Comfortably....

What kind of situation is this?!

But again Anin could not refuse him, for he was cold. Finally he let himself be in the arms of the man.

Not long after it was his turn.

"Mrs Basuki.please enter." call the nurse who is no longer young.

"Yes." replied Bima, Then he guided his wife. And how nervous he was. Will soon see his son.

Bima tried to suppress the sound of drums on her chest. Act like a man! his words are calming.

"Please sit down." Greet the doctor behind his ovarian glasses. "This is it, sister. I like this couple. Not much to say but I know they're worried about each other." licked the doctor.

The nurse laughed with her doctor.

"Let's lie down, let's see if the pig is as handsome as his father or not" said the doctor and began operating the device in his hand.

"It's definitely dong, doctor." The nurse replied as she occasionally glanced at Bima and Anin alternately.

The glasses doctor was a beard. "Everything is good, the heart is healthy. The development is also good...he has entered the twelfth week, Is it still difficult to eat?" ask the doctor.

"Yes, doc," said Anin briefly.

"Next month might be good to eat. You're a doctor, right?" the doctor asked again.

Anin nodded.

"Of course you know everything. Just a little advice from me to make his father more careful if 'want to meet his son'."

The old doctor glanced at Bima who was misbehaving. Then he looked back at his patient who was also blushing, "And can you cheer his father if the one in the stomach does not want to stop playing ball" said the old doctor with a laugh.

And not the shame of the husband and wife couple made it. Of course Anin knew what the doctor meant. To the extent that Anin needs to see for himself what the reaction of Bima.

The man just smiled kindly. At the same time blushing and paling his face alternately.

That one doctor is good at joking. And good at making his patients wriggle like hot worms.

***

"As for your proposal, I have thought about it, and I agree with the idea of the agreement. So then... When can we get to the Notary's?"

Bima. "Wear Notary?!"

"Of course, you think this is a joke?!" yelled Anin with a high tone.

"Well, OK... later I will take care, How is the agreement?"

"The bottom line is, we postpone the divorce process until a certain time - after this baby is born. And regarding that, I am not obligated to carry out my duties as a wife, and you cannot demand anything as a husband" Aninirih said as she stroked her stomach.

Bima smirked seductively. "If it turns out, our son misses his papa gima____?!!

"It will never happen!!" said Anin Congkol at once embarrassed not playing. She had to turn her face away from her husband.

Bima slumped. Yes fate….

"I'm going to tell my parents about our divorce plan, after I finish the job here." Imbuh Anin softened.

This time the surprised Bima. So this is real. "When that?"

"Three more months" he murmured. "So, when will our agreement be completed ....?"

"Tomorrow the day after." Said Bima coldly.

Two days later Bima returned with the letter of agreement, complete with stamp duty and authorized by the Notary.

And the time of three months Bima use it as well as possible. He was willing to go back and forth Jakarta - Kuningan for the sake of his future children and his wife. No matter himself who looks more and more day-to-day increasingly fussy and no longer maintained.

I don't know how long the hairs on his face have been untouched by the shaver. Every time comes disheveled hair and appearance that is far from neat impression. Which sometimes Anin himself wondered, Actually he was home from work or just woke up.

Until that morning, Anin received a phone call from her father-in-law and she finally knew the cause of Bima acting like a jungle cassava .