Bima's Second Wife

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Lily and Nila return to the office area, this time Lily chose to be an ordinary employee instead of as a secretary like before. He quite enjoyed his work there, not too heavy according to him because Lily's ability is far above that. Even the boss lamented Lily's decision to become an ordinary employee.

"Ly, when are you on maternity leave?" nila asked as she sat in her chair.

"Still a long time, ma'am. A week later than the doctor's estimate." Lily turned on her computer screen again, waiting a little while until it was ready for use.

"What hospital?" suddenly a man pulled up another chair and sat down between the two. Lily and Nila were not surprised at all. Not strange, because the presence of this man was like a shadow that disappeared when it was dark, then the shadow was visible when the lights were on.

"Hospital XX, sir." smiled Lily, Danu, the financial manager who always aggressively approached Lily.

"Later if your child is born, allow me to judge your child, okay?" Danu is the kind of guy to the point. Lily just smiled.

"Achem!!" everyone fell silent and looked down as the boss passed by. The tail of her eyes looked at Lily with a faint smile on her lips.

***

Lili Aruna's.

I lay my body on the bed, tired for sure, especially the longer my stomach is getting bigger limiting my space.

I did decide to hate Mas Bima right then and there, but not my son!

Lucky when I left first I didn't know if in my womb this was growing a life. If I may know. I don't know. Maybe I'll give up again and try to stay strong with someone who obviously doesn't love me? Ah no! I can be proven strong all this time, but my son? Will she be strong like her mother?

"This is my son. Only my son!" I said while gently rubbing my stomach which had been actively moving. Many single parents can raise their children alone, so why not me?

In my new home, people know me as a widow who divorced her husband while pregnant. That's the truth, isn't it? Although until now I have not taken care of divorce papers because it is too busy working to welcome the birth of my baby.

Tok.

I called her Mama as she asked, she had a son. He was very funny but it was his picture when he was eight. Mama was left behind by her husband who chose to go with another woman with her son, Tyo. Since that time, my mother only occasionally met him, it must be my mother who came to Jakarta.

But when he grows up, Tyo comes here more often. He's three years older than me. I wonder what he looks like now, he must be handsome, with narrow eyes down from his father. Mama Mas Tyo said he was busy and could not visit. Mas Tyo's photo is in your room, he said so that you can unwind while looking at the photo of the only child. Honey, I never dared to go in there. For my mother, her room was her privacy.

"What's up, ma?"

Mama approached with a bowl in her hand.

"Mama can run from the neighbors. Wanna?" instantly my face shone. Rujak always makes my mood improve.

I turned the sitting upright and reached out to receive a clear bowl with a colorful filling. I know it's my neighbor's seven-monthly event.

Mama sat down beside me, watching me who began to feed her soul with seven kinds of fruit.

"You want a seven-monthly event?" ask mama.

I looked into my mother's eyes, there was sadness in her eyes.

"Don't ma, after all it's just tradition, not mandatory right? Anyway.." I doubt it. "Better to collect for labor, right?" I smiled, my mother also contracted my smile and then she gently rubbed my cheek before leaving the room.

That's not what I really want to say. The seven-month event that I often see, the gathering of two large families, happy, with the husband matching seven batik cloths to the wife. Ah already. Just imagine it feels crowded!

I went back to scouring the fruit sticks in the bowl until it ran out, and then kept it on the nightstand.

Back against the headboard, my legs straightened, a little swollen. Remembering in the soap opera that I have seen, when the pregnant woman the husband is more attentive to her, massage her legs when swollen, or her waist when she is tired. But sorry about my circumstances. I decided to leave, so I have to take care of myself.

Sekan understood with a shudder of my heart, the fetus that was inside my stomach moved tight, reflex made me stroke this belly of mine. Every time I wipe, I will smile happily, forgetting all the burdens and thoughts of my past. I'm not alone!