Sharing Love: Red Stain of Marriage
Chapter 5. Could this be my destiny.

Zeya's cry finally broke. He hoped that what he had seen and witnessed yesterday was only a dream.

Albirru's confession makes Zeya aware, if all is the reality he must face.

"Why you should get married again. Didn't I make you happy enough."

"Zeya, be with you happy. But none of this is possible to refuse. I don't want to say bad boy."

"Did you tell us about our marriage to both parents?"

"Mas can't say anything about our marriage yet, baby."

"Tell me the reason. Is it because of my past that scares me to be frank."

"One of them."

"In that case, let's split up. Didn't I have a good wife and have both of your parents."

"You can't say that. The sin of a wife who asks to be separated from her husband for no apparent reason."

"I just want you to be happy with your parent's chosen wife."

"Zeya, in Islam there is no prohibition for a husband to have more than one wife."

"Do you want me and the woman to remain his wife?"

"Listen to Zeya, in the letter of An-nisa verse three which reads, if you fear that you cannot be fair to the orphans, then marry the women you like, two, two, three or four. Then if you are worried about being unfair (in giving a living and dividing the day between them), then marry only one woman or marry the slave girl you have. That is so it is closer to not doing any wrongdoing.”

Albirru took a breath of it for a moment before continuing her speech.

"That means there is no prohibition for a man to have more than one wife, provided that he can do justice. And you know Zeya, his reward paradise for women who are willing to be combined. You can ask for more explanation on the ustadzah who taught you the salary."

"Can you be fair?"

"Zeya, I'll try to be fair to you two. I want to be a husband you can be proud of."

"Did the woman know that she was married?"

"Both of my parents didn't know about our marriage, what else Zahra was. I promise I'll suck you both out soon."

"So the woman was named Zahra. Is she still a girl?"

"Of course she was still a girl when I got married."

"Come ...."

"What do you mean, Zeya?"

"I know who I am, Mom. From the beginning I wanted to marry me, I have asked .. whether the mas want to accept this self as it is, will mas not regret later because of marrying a former comfort woman like myself."

"I've never regretted marrying you, Zeya. I love you, until now."

"How can I believe, my mother. I looked with my eyes as I hugged and made out with Zahra. Heart's broken. I never imagined that the man I loved, who took me from the mud puddle, would drop me back to the ground. Was I the one who was too hopeful and was I the one who was too high dreaming. So that this heart feels broken and sick when it knows reality is not as beautiful as I imagined." Zeya held her chest holding back the tightness that felt.

"I never dumped you. You are still my wife. Stay in this heart."

"But I'm not the only woman in your heart right now, ma'am."

"Zeya, try to understand me. I love you!"

"Did I love Zahra?"

"Why do you ask that."

"Jawablah mas, I'm ready to hear it."

"Zeya, didn't you say you had to be fair."

"Mas doesn't have to answer. Of course I love him. I could see that when I was with him. She is a girl and also very beautiful. I think our conversation is enough. I'm gonna cook for our dinner. What do you want me to cook?"

"As far as you go, all your cooking must be a meal."

Zeya stood up and walked out of the room with a dragged step. His legs still felt limp after hearing all of Albirru's confessions.

Arriving in the kitchen, Zeya is no longer strong. He sat down on the floor and his tears broke again.

Oh my God, strengthen my heart. If this is your destiny and this is what's best for your servant, please help me sincerely accept all of this. The servant knows who he is, but a sinner. Don't make your servant go back to the same hole. I want to try to be your good servant. Lead me ...."

I'm sorry, Zeya. I love you. I want to live with you. But honestly I also have feelings for Zahra. I won't be able to choose between you or Zahra.

Albirru approached Zeya who was sitting on the floor. He looked at the grimacing Zeya like he was enduring pain.

"Zeya, why do you love."

"Mas, my stomach hurts." Scream Zeya and hold her stomach.

Albirru was shocked to see blood flowing from Zeya's thigh.

"Why are your legs bleeding, you're hurt!"

Zeya looked towards her feet. He was shocked to see a lot of blood flowing from his groin.

"Mas, what am I?"

Without thinking any more, Albirru lifted up Zeya's body and carried her into the car. Albirru locked the door of her house and drove her car to a nearby clinic.

Zeya immediately rushed to the IGD room and immediately get the doctor's treatment. After half an hour, the doctor came out of the room.

"How's my wife, doctor? What pain is my wife? "

"Sorry Mr. Albirru, your wife had a miscarriage."

"Doctor meant, my wife got pregnant and had a miscarriage."

"Yes, the content has only entered four weeks. And had a miscarriage. So we had to do a curette to clean the remains of tissue in the womb of the father's wife."

"Just do what's best for my wife. Doesn't it affect the content later. Can my wife get pregnant again?"

"Of course it could be Mr. Albirru."

"Alright, doc. Do everything the doctor thinks is good for my wife. I'll just follow."

"Alright, you can fill out a letter of approval in the administration. After that you can bring the letter back, I will immediately do the curettage."

"All right, doctor."

Albirru filled out the letters needed for the curette action. After filling out the letter, he returned the room where Zeya was. Albirru handed over the letter of approval.

The doctor finally performed a curette for Zeya's uterus. About fifteen minutes the doctor performed the procedure.

Zeya has been moved to the treatment room after the curette was performed. Not long after he opened his eyes.

"Mas Al ...."

"Yes, baby."

"I why, mas?"

"You just had a miscarriage."

"Miscarriage .. Am I pregnant?"

"Yes, baby."

"I'm sorry, mas. I can't take care of our son. Why didn't I realize I was pregnant." Zeya's cry broke.

"Don't cry anymore, baby. You and I can still have another child."

"You're not lying, are you. Can I still get pregnant?"

"Of course, honey. Now you rest. I'll wait for you, here."

Zeya tried to close her eyes with tears still flowing down her cheeks.

O Lord, what more trials have you given this servant of yours. If this is the atonement for the sins I have committed all this time, I am willing and sincere to live it. Set all the best scenarios in my life, I'll just live it all. Strengthen me under any circumstances. Patience me with any process, and open my heart to any outcome in my life.

Seriate

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Thank you to everyone who has read this novel.

Curette is the name of a surgical instrument used to remove tissue from the uterus. The action is called curettage. The curettage or curettage procedure generally takes about 10–15 minutes, and patients will get anesthesia while undergoing this procedure.