YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 12

Already 5 months running, now Hanum's pregnancy began to grow, as well as the feeling of the Word to Hanum which is getting bigger and bigger.

Word father figure who stands by, always prioritize the content of his wife. Hanum did not move much, every afternoon her husband came home to help clean the house.

His eyes drifted to the wall clock, the clockwork indicated 09:00. He smiled faintly, bleaching his distended stomach.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck...

His eyes were staring at the front door, his lips were smiling faintly, "Have just gone home."

His feet stepped forward slowly, his left hand holding his distended stomach. A faint smile on his lips, happiness enveloped him.

Hanum opened the door slowly, "Say-"

"Hanum?"

The man traced the person in front of him, "You pregnant?"

Hanum brushed off his longing first, he slammed the door. Disbelief enveloped him, the bad memory was twisted in his brain.

The man knocked on the door so hard, "Hanum, I'm sorry," he tried to knock again, but there was no response from the owner of the house, "There's something I want to talk about."

Behind the door, the pregnant woman felt slumped. Her disheveled hair, tears that soaked her cheeks. He didn't know what to do anymore, he really couldn't believe it.

The man remained standing at the door, expecting the pregnant woman to answer or even talk to him.

"Excuse me" said the man who had just returned from work.

The man looked back, "Word?" His eyes widened to see the person in front of him, who had now changed his life, "Why are you here?"

The Word smiled cynically, "In fact, I should ask. Why are you here?."

The man was stunned, his index finger hanging in the air, "So you?" His eyes glanced at the door.

"Yes, I'm her husband."

A look of disbelief was on the man's face, "Oh, so you took my position?."

"Huh?" Firman looked into his eyes so sharply, "Where are you, bro? I got married first, Hanum needs you then."

"Ja-so she ha-"

"Yes, Hanum is pregnant with my son."

The male punch landed right at the door, "Gue should talk to Hanum."

"Already, you're married. Don't bother Hanum anymore, you better just go."

"You know where, huh?" the man shouted, he did not accept the statement of the person in front of him.

"Please get out, you're not entitled to stay here any longer."

With the man forced to leave the house of his former lover, regret enveloped him.

Word's hand knocked on his door, "Darling, it's me. Please open the door," her hand reached for the doorknob, pressed against it and pushed the door in, "Hanum."

The woman at the end of the sofa, her face hiding behind the folds of her hands, Word approached the woman, a gentle look flung from her.

"Don't cry, it's not good for the baby."

Hanum lifted his head, his eyes so because, "Tell me, if Bagas has married."

His eyes glazed over at the woman in front of him, "Hanum."

His hand grabbed the collar of Word's shirt, "Never lie to me."

The man lowered his face, guilt was all over his soul, "Sorry."

"Why not say, anyway."

"I don't want you to remember him anymore, I don't want to lose you," the man began to raise his head slowly, "I'm patient, every sleep you sometimes call his name, he said, you mispronounced my name too, sick, Num."

His tears were rushing in his eyes, a beautiful smile that was obtained by the Word. The woman stood up and left the man alone.

"Armgh." Word ruffled his hair, what was happening right now, was not to his liking.

He lay on the couch, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his mind blank. He tried to close his eyes but it was not that easy.

****

The young pregnant woman had already waited two hours, her eyes staring at the clock that was still running at night. His eyes glanced back at the door, expecting a man to come in to kiss him on the forehead tonight. But nil, he had waited a long time but there was no sign of anything.

The woman got out of her bed, her eyes staring at the reflection in front of her. Women who are pregnant, her face implied full of fatigue, eyes that are so caused by tears. She was Hanum, the woman behind the glass was him.

His feet stepped out of his room, his house so deserted. He did not catch his man at this time, now his feet were down the stairs staring at every step he wanted to step on.

Slowly slowly he walked, the age of his womb will step three months. His hands were so faithfully holding his slightly puckered stomach, a faint smile implied on Hanum's face.

"Mas," called Hanum, his eyes surrounding the entire room.

His feet were walking forward towards the sofa, his eyes were staring at a man still wearing his work clothes, his feet were walking slowly.

She smiled sweetly as she looked at her husband on the sofa, "He's been reading my diary, why does he still say I don't love him?"

She went back to her room to get a blanket and a pillow for her husband. He kept walking slowly, his mind still wondering about the feeling of the Word to him. His hands quickly picked up pillows and blankets. He immediately moved towards the front sofa, his eyes still looking at his sleeping man.

A square blanket was exposed on her husband's body, she raised her head and pushed a pillow just under his head. A smile of affection was on Hanum's face, his hands stroking her husband's cheeks.

"Good night," the kiss landed smoothly on the forehead of the Word, "I'm sorry."

He turned around, immediately returned to his room. His steps were so slow, his eyes still looked at his stomach, "Son, after you were born, you are the one who completes the side of the mama's room equally papa."

He closed the door of his room without locking it, stepping forward towards the place of his secret drawer. Her hand went under her dresser, pulling a shabby drawer. He picked up a diary book in his past, opening the last page he wrote it.

I want to be yours, Word

He smiled mania, then closed it down quietly, "Here you go, the Word may forget, this is a long time ago he read it."

He returned to his bed, looking up at the ceiling. His hand moved pulling his blanket on his body, he smiled sweetly staring at the large sized photo in front of him. White dress and white shirt covered in black suits, looks so love in their eyeballs. They were Hanum and Firman, though the one who received the proposal was not him.

"Firman."

Tears fell from his eyes, he smiled grimly at the events of five months ago.

****

It's been a few days, they're not rooming anymore, let alone going home like never before. Hanum is more busy listening to music with his baby in the womb.

Hanum furrowed his brows, his mind drifting in light of past events, many secrets for Hanum.

"Bagas is married?"

"Why don't you know my status?"

"

What is the Word hiding?"

He was pedaling his cell phone next to his mattress, his thumb pressing the number below.

"Hallo," said a voice from inside the phone.

"There's a task, find a man named Bagas Duwi Jaya. Find out all, without exception."

Hanum nodded, "Don't let this matter spread, you know what the reward is?"

"..."

Hanum clasped one hand on his waist, "Alright."

The phone died unilaterally, Hanum threw his phone at a small table beside his bed.

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"This guy you believe can keep your heart, actually that's the one who's going to drop your deepest heart"

  ~ ~ Siti Anum Agraini ~ ~