First Wife Heart Wound

Mother Support

The silver-colored car split the hustle of the city that had just begun. The crowded atmosphere on the streets is not as crowded as the atmosphere in the car which is only filled with silence from each other.

After passing through the street full of silence, now the car stopped right in the garage. The owner of the house came down, after the wife first left herself alone in the car whose engine was still on.

Hanum got out of the car leaving her husband alone, and went into the room. Spilling all the cries that he had been able to endure, even though the tears still came out.

The worried inspiration finally chose to go in and be quiet without doing anything, even to just persuade the wife not to divorce her.

Inspiration thinks maybe this is the best for them, although it will be difficult at the beginning, surely he will be able to live it. Moreover, now there is a baby that he has been waiting for so long.

Inspiration slammed into the living room sofa, thinking and thinking. "Ah, had her marriage with amel not happened! is her marriage to Hanum going to still be okay now?" inspirational monologue in the heart.

As hard as Ilham thought his answer was always the same, maybe this was already his destiny. If his soul mate along with Hanum was over now.

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Elsewhere, Inem hurriedly came to Bu Surti's house. "Assalamualaikum, bi?"

Long Inem waited for no voice to answer his greetings but as he was about to turn around, Bu Surti appeared from beside his house.

"Eh Inem, what is the tumben coming early to the house?" asked Bu Surti who was surprised to see Inem's arrival at his house.

"Where's the aunt?"

"You're being asked why Nem is back!"

"Hehehe, the end of the earlier Inem calls - no one answered Inem bi greetings!"

"Ardi is still in school, while I just finished picking vegetables next to the house!" said Bu Surti.

"Yes Inem doesn't know!" inem replied while scratching his non-itchy head.

"Keep you want to do here, later Bu Suryo nyariin you again."

"I was told to go home quickly Bi, because there was a storm at Bu Suryo's house" Inem said.

"What a storm Nem, you are. Your work is done. Until there is a commotion you are told to go home spit?"

"But just now help bu Suryo cook come female guests, well not long mbak hanum mas ilham also come, eh out it's a storm?"

"Huh?" Bu Surti was confused what relationship his guests who came with hanum kok to fuss.

"Later Inem story but now Inem thirsty Bi, may ask to drink all the story inside!"

"Have we come in?" bring Bu Surti.

Inem sat himself in the chair in the living room of Surti, his eyes staring around, watching every picture frame displayed on each wall. There was a photo that drew him closer, watching him get deeper. Until the sound of reprimand from the master of the house took his eyes off.

"It's Nem's drink!"

"Eh, yes bi!" Inem sat down with Bu Surti.

"That's a picture of Hanum with her husband, right?" ask Inem.

"Yes!" bu Surti replied shortly, while staring at the wedding photo of his eldest son.

"Aunt why?"

"Either Nem, my feelings these days have always been bad. Always the same with hanum. Oh, what do you want to tell?"

"Hmm, but after Inem the story Bi Surti should be strong huh?"

Bu Surti was confused by Inem's words, about what he would say his heart grew increasingly agitated. "Yes what?"

"Actually yesterday at the house of Bu Suryo wanted to hold a meal together with mbak hanum and mas ilham, but there was one woman who came as a guest." Inem paused his speech with a long breath.

Bu Surti knitted his eyebrows together, a sign that he did not understand the meaning of Inem's story.

"The guest who came yesterday turned out to be the second wife of Mas ilham Bi." continued Inem.

"That's what Inem shunned Bi, because when I was angry and yelled at me I saw it all" Inem said with his head down.

"But how is it possible, the inspiration of a good man during this time. How come?" he said in disbelief, "Then what about my hanum, Nem?" asked Bu Surti with tears of eyes.

"Mbak Hanum cried Bi, that's what I saw. But the rest I don't know, because the same father mother brought them to talk outside and I can't hear any further" Inem said with regret.

Bu Surti held onto his chest, there was pain infiltrating the recesses of his heart. Was his premonition all this time right, when he saw the withered hue on the face of his only daughter, had his son been unhappy all this time?

Bu Surti cried as he was reluctant to think about the fate of his eldest son, so that greetings heard from outside were not heeded.

"Assalamualaik."

Ardi came in after greeting and saw a guest in his house, but as he was about to pass into the room, he faintly heard his mother's sobs.

"Mother why?" ardi asked when he realized his mother was crying.

Bu Surti still sobbed, his throat felt choked, even to answer Ardi's question he could not and only the ring received Ardi.

Ardi instead looked at Mbak Inem, with a look as if asking? But the same is only the trunks that Ardi got.

The living room was instantly silent, there was only sobs from a mother lamenting the fate of her first child. Until the hoarse voice of Surti broke the silence that occurred in the living room. "Please call Hanum Ar!" bu Surti said hoarsely.

Ardi who was confused did not immediately follow the wishes of his mother, until the sound slightly snapped, jerking Ardi's hearing.

"Call your brother Ar!!!"

"Ardi's gonna call me Hanum, but after mom tells me what the hell is going on? don't make Ardi wonder, ma'am?" said Ardi memelas.

"Call your sister first and then I'll tell you everything?" answer Bu Surti.

Finally, Ardi was forced to follow his mother's will and in the third ringing, the voice of his brother who said greetings from across there.

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Hanum still broke down, although his tears had dried up but the weakness of continuing to cry, made him stop to do activities and chose to stay calm.

Until the ringing of the phone call from his phone, requires him to get up and answer the phone, when the name of the brother plastered filled the screen.

"Hello assalamualaikum?"

"Waalaikumsalam Ma'am!" answer Ardi.

"What's Ardi doing, the collision with Mbak's phone at this hour?" ask Hanum with a voice made as neat as possible.

"Our mother, do you want to talk she said?"

Shortly after Ardi said that, now the voice of his phone has changed into the hands of the mother.

"Hello son, are you okay?" ask Bu Surti.

"Hanum's fine, ma'am, why are you asking like that?" ask Hanum.

"No, I just don't feel calm, but if you're okay. Yes, that's it!"

Hearing the mother's worried voice, Hanum's tears returned. "Mr …?" hanum's tongue was instantly dumb, wanting to feel like he told her everything! but remembering that her mother was too old to hear how sick her child was now, Hanum undoes her intentions.

"Hmm, is there anything you want to talk about Num?" bu Surti Fishing Line.

"No ma'am, will you? now Hanum is tired of wanting to rest first!" hanum said ending their conversation.

"Yes, take a break, son. I know you're tired right now! but you also have to remember there is still a Mother, who will continue to support you here, there is still a Mother who is your back when you are not strong to face difficulties in your life." said Bu Surti by holding tightness in the chest.

Hanum cried again hearing the words from his mother. Yes she still has a very strong mother, who will help her out, from the suffering she is experiencing right now. Hanum nodded, "Yes Bu, Hanum knows!" said Hanum while holding back the tightness that was getting squeezed. "Then Hanum closes first, ma'am? Assalamu'alaikum." said Hanum, ending the call.

Hanum came back crying, as he thought that he would be alone to deal with this problem, but the support his mother had given him. Able to give a new spirit to start a new sheet, by leaving all the wounds in his heart.

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