Bima's Second Wife

chapter 1

Bima Satria Mahendra

Angry, maybe. Disappointed, definitely. But I couldn't reveal it when I saw my wife's Dena twinkle in the eye when she expressed her intentions to me. And I didn't think it through. The wife I had always loved asked me to remarry. The reason is that he wants a child. Can't just adopt? The answer is NO! Because Dena wants a child who bears a resemblance to me.

I once said, I don't mind if Dena can't give me offspring. I told you, he's quite by my side. Accompanying my days. He gave his whole life to love me. She gave me a sweet smile until I forgot my anger. And give her a hug when I feel tired. But Dena affectionately wanted a child who could accompany me into our old age. Errata. My old age. As if Dena was going to leave me.

And you know what? Worse than all this, Dena has chosen a future wife for me, to be her honeymoon. What game is this? Even Dena has already decided the time when I will marry that girl. Girl or whatever, whoever she is I don't know yet. I'm serious!

I never wanted to agree to it. I'm not the kind of guy who can share my feelings. And I'm sure even if I could give it to her, that attention would be unfair, because after all Dena is my priority.

We argued several times. Until I was forced to accept it at that time. Forced. Because Dena slashed his wrist.

In the hospital, I could only look at my wife who was lying weak after the surgery to save her life. I never thought why my wife was so desperate to end her life when I knew she was afraid of blood.

'What really happened? Is that how much you want to have a child, even if that child is not from your womb?'

Dena woke up from her sleep, her one non-sick hand stretched out towards me. And he asked me to promise, that I will not refuse this marriage.

Very heavy.

If I refuse, Dena says she will hate me until the end of her life.

I laughed at that moment. I thought Dena was just kidding. Dena would never hate me. And what did he say? If Dena can't hate me then Dena will make me hate her.

There's no way that's happening. I love Dena so much, my wife. And I know he loves me too.

Dena stared hard at my eyeball. He begged half a whine. Never once in four years built a household Dena did this to me. Ask very and whine like that. That means he's very serious.

I took my breath and breathed it out. With a heavy heart I nodded, agreeing to his request. Dena woke up from her sleep and hugged me. I heard her sobs and thanked me many times.

Once again I asked hoping that Dena would cancel her intention for honey. Baby tubes. Or borrowing a woman's womb might be the child of my and my wife's conception. Again. Dena shook her head. The reason is that it is not easy to find a woman to be a surrogate mother. I affirm, it is easy if the woman is in desperate need of money, the important thing is that I do not need to marry her and share my love other than for Dena.

Dena nodded and explained. In religion, there is no substitute mother. We went back to arguing. And I lost again. Especially now tucked into a word that I didn't want to hear all this time. Divorcement. I have to accept Dena's wish to remarry.