Being the Second Wife of the Employer

No is unknown

"Thank God, it's just a huf dream."

Flowers regulate his breathing that is still racing and ngosan, like a person who is being chased.

"Darling, why are you so bored."

Arya approaches Bunga, noticing the sweat that soaks her body, though the AC in their room is still on.

" I'm a nightmare mas."

"That's why baby, do not go to sleep this afternoon.bentar again also want Magrib. there shower first, after that we pray with Mama and Cecilio in the prayer room."

"All right, sir."

"Hand it don't take long, and immediately wudhu only."

"Yes, um."

Flowers bathe using a special lightning method, while his current thoughts, still disturbed and remembered with a dream that suddenly disturbed his tranquility.

"I'm still thinking about that dream, right?" walking out of the room, while putting up his mukenya, in a small musholla room used as a place of prayer by the Aryan family, saw Mama and Cecilio who had been waiting for his arrival. while Arya as a prayer priest looks so handsome with peci clothes and his Koko clothes.

"I was so lucky to get Aryan mas, and this family that was so warm and kind, they were willing to accept me for who I was once just a person who had nothing, my status is a servant in this house, but they do not look at all that.O my God, please protect my happy little family, lest anyone else ruin it. including myself, may you also always protect myself from the temptations that spring from wherever God is." the prayer of the Flower.

They all pray magrib congregated, followed by dinner and after that gathered in the family room, Arya watched a television show while selonjoran on the sofa, while Mama-in-law menijid next to her feet with a therapeutic tool.

Bunga and Cecilio, busy learning to do pr. considering Cecilio a child who is smart enough and quickly caught, so that Bunga is not too difficult and very happy to help Cecilio learn.

All look engrossed with their respective busyness, until the sound of the ringing of the Flower mobile phone surprised everything. Arya glanced at the wife who had not yet raised the incoming call from her cellphone.

"Who is Yang? I'm not lifted up."

"No the phone is new mas, I don't know who the owner is." reply Flower who looks still hesitant to pick up the incoming call, so cut off just like that. Arya glanced at the mobile phone No with a call code abroad.

"Who is it?"

Arya dialed the No using her own phone, but the No suddenly could not be contacted again.

"Dear, sweetie, most pranksters.how are you ready to learn?"

"Udah mas."

"Now papi's favorite son sleeps another night ya." lifted Cecilio's body.

"Pamit to Oma and Mama first," Cecilio tried to get down from his papal sling.

"Oma, Cecilio sleeps at night." kiss Oma's cheek.

"Yes dear, before going to bed Cecilio read the prayer first let's dream beautiful." reply oma stroked her hair dear.

"Where, if for now Cecilio sleeps Mama who accompanied first, while Mama tells a fairy tale?" Flowers try to persuade Cecilio to come back cheerful.

"By.can ma."

Cecilio's eyes immediately sparkled happily, while hugging the body of the Flower that carried him into the room, Arya also followed their steps into the room. Cecilio slept in the middle, on his left and right side Arya and Bunga slept while hugging him from the side.

"Come on, so what's the story of the fairy tale Cecilio?"

"Good baby, one day....."

Bunga started telling stories while petting Cecilio, he was so good at telling stories including his expression in bringing stories in fairy tale characters that he told.

Bunga glanced at Cecilio who was almost asleep but the boy was still trying to fight his drowsiness in order to listen to the fairy tale of the mother, who was, vice versa Arya who overslept when she heard the fairy tale that was read by Flowers just now.

"Ah mas Arya, go to bed again.when at first I read a fairy tale to Cecilio, but he who even overslept listening to it." Flower Mummings.

Meningan tonight on sleeping together in this room alone, because mas Arya has also slept soundly." Flowers fix blankets for the three of them and go to bed.

***

Radit paced before the door of his room, his mind so confused.although he had tried hard to evaporate the Flower, by going far to other countries and chose to settle here.

"Bunga, for so long I tried to forget you, but the more I tried, my love and affection grew.Sometimes I forgot myself and always wanted to contact you, just listening to your voice is enough to make me happy." Radit muttered as he stared at one of the photos of Bunga who was still wearing their school uniform.

"I should have been there, with you and not him....

"I should be the one you love and not her....

"I'm not happy, seeing you happy with her...

"I'm tormented, I can't get you completely....

Unknowingly, Radit muttered to himself singing verses and his favorite band. Radit walks away from his apartment unit, splitting the streets that are quite crowded, just to relieve his longing feelings for the woman he has long loved.

"Flower, look. someday I'll come back.I'll even show you if I can be more than the old man who has managed to marry and snatch you from me. although there has never been a bond of love before, my feelings can never be turned away from you Flower."

Radit swiped the screen of the phone that had contacted him, he knew if it was No Arya's phone, so Radit deliberately did not pick up the call.

"For now let it get here first, at least I'm relieved to know that the bastard did not hurt Bunga. although I was confused by the principle of their marriage." Radit continues to battle with his own feelings.

Radit pulled his car over in a very beautiful place, seeing the amazement of a street performance.he took the initiative to approach them. Ask permission to give him the opportunity to donate a song, he said, which brings out his true feelings.

They welcomed Radit's enthusiastic desire, a standing ovation from people who had suddenly witnessed Radit's golden voice in singing, including one of the beautiful girls who is a student from Indonesia who had the opportunity to get a scholarship to study in this country.

Jesika, smiling as she clapped her hands, watched a young man from the same country as her contribute his golden voice.