Bima's Second Wife

chapter 2

Dena Abigail Usman's

Tell me I'm evil.

Tell me I'm cruel.

Let it.

I asked my husband to get married again. Pain indeed. It hurt me so much when I expressed my wish. But I don't want to make him feel guilty either. My inability to conceive made me think every night. Even thousands of times a day for almost a year and a half. Until I finally decided to meet someone and ask him to be my honeymoon.

I'm sure she's a good girl. As long as I knew him, there was never the slightest trace I saw of him. His smile and good manners amazed me. Maybe because he is also a native Javanese descendant. Originally from Jogjakarta, of course manners are still noticed there. It's just that the speech dialect is not too thick with Javanese accents, maybe because it has long lived in the capital.

Beautiful face. Sometimes I also admire how envious her beauty is. Her skin is like most Koreans, that's my opinion. Eyes slightly narrow, eyebrows formed perfectly without having to be shaved or in such a form, the nose is not too sharp like American bulls but for the natives it is enough to look more prominent. Her lips are thin pink. And I'm sure he's only been wearing lip balm when he met me. And don't forget the dimples on her right cheek make her smile even sweeter. I want dimples like him! I'm serious!

At first he was shocked when I said my point. How not! Where there is a willing wife in honey! There are. I'm. And it's real!

He sighed. Silence is created between us. I held my own breath. Will he accept my proposal for my husband? I hope.

Ja. I was stupid.

But if I don't bring them together soon I'll regret it. Hugely. So sorry!

He looked at the ring box I had kept on the table. Still looking at him as if worried about the decision he will take. Anyone would be surprised, perhaps asking what is the intent behind this all. A wife proposes to someone for her husband. Especially now the time is crowded with the name of the actor. I know what's on his mind.

I saw him take a breath and throw it back. Breathe in again. Then blow it again. He pushed the ring box back near me and said he still didn't know. I told him to think about it first if he had any doubts. And I say I wait for the answer a week later.

We met again at the same place, at the same table. I see there's a little bit different about him. Dark circles under his eyes. Did he stay up last night? I laughed when I heard his words. He couldn't sleep because he thought of the answer to my proposal. And I knew from the squeezes between her strong fingers, she ventured to ask me. What was my motive for proposing to her for my husband. I only answered to give the offspring that I might not be able to give to my husband. He wasn't surprised at all. It seemed like she had also thought of a reasonable thing for a woman to want her husband to marry again. And the one thing that makes me speechless is that if she has given birth to a child, to whom does the child's custody fall? The fate of his mother? Is it her job just to give birth to a child for me and my husband?

I once again gave her an affirmation. NAY!

I'll make sure my husband never leaves her no matter what.

I shed happy tears as the girl spoke. 'I'm willing to be your honey, ma'am Dena!'.