First Wife Heart Wound

New Steps

"Where are you from?" amel asked when he found Ilham coming home a little late.

Inspiration who was not fine, a little lazy to answer the question from his wife. Ilham sauntered leaving Amel who was still waiting for an answer from her husband.

"Mass?" call Amel as she pursues her husband's footsteps, who begins to move away and into their room.

Arriving in the room, Amel blocked her husband's wrist. "Mas, wait for me to ask?"

Inspiration turned back and looked at Amel deeply, "I'm tired, please let me take a bath first after that ask your heart to your satisfaction!" ilham said as he violently jerked Amel's hand which was still holding his hand.

"You changed!" said Amel.

Inspiration does not touch Amel's words, he still stepped into the bathroom to refresh his body and mind.

Inspiration pensively thought of his conversation with the ex-wife this morning.

"Why don't you take my help!" ilham said while hitting the water that fell from the shower flowing over his head.

Although upset over the attitude of Ilham who was felt to be cold, Amel still did his duty, preparing a change of clothes and preparing warm tea for her husband to be more relaxed.

Amel came out of the room, preparing food for the husband even though later the food was not eaten, which is important he had done his duty as a wife.

Inspiration came out of the room carrying the empty teacup, "Thank you for the tea?" say Ilham while smiling.

"Mas want to eat first!" amel offered.

"I'm not hungry, just a minute!"

"Mass?" call Amel before Ilham leaves the table.

"Hm, what?"

"I want to talk?"

"Let's talk!"

Inspiration walked to the living room in front, he sat himself down, after Amel who also sat beside his body.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Ilham.

"Why are you changing now?"

Ilham knitted his two eyebrows in wonder. "Change how?"

"You're more indifferent to me now, and you're even starting to avoid me now?"

"I don't, just lately a lot of work is piling up in the office and I have to go back and forth for meetings outside and that's enough to make me tired." ilham said to give an explanation.

"Oh." answered Amel. "But you're no longer mad at me, are you?" ask her again.

"Why should I be angry, you're pregnant just think of yourself and your womb. Do not let your bad thoughts make the child in your womb become problematic."

"I'm sorry I just feel a little different, is it maybe just me?"

"Hm, that's just your feeling. The hormones of pregnant women do like to change."

Amel nodded his head in affirming the words of Inspiration, perhaps it is true that he was affected by the hormones of pregnancy. Bad thoughts always come to his head.

"Mas, can I ask you again?"

"What do you want to ask again?"

"When will our marriage be taken care of, isn't the sooner the better?" ask Amel carefully.

Inspiration drew his breath tired, he forgot if he had not prepared an excuse to delay the endorsement of his marriage with Amel.

"Yes, but not for too long, Mom? I'm afraid that if my stomach gets bigger and our marriage isn't legal yet, I'm afraid that people will insult me!"

"Hm, I promise you soon, okay?"

Amel nodded at the promise Ilham said, at least it slightly reduced the burden he had in his heart and his slightly excessive fear.

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Time passed by so quickly as did Hanum, her increasingly visible pregnancy and the effort she had with her mother. Now starting to show results, Hanum no longer sells in front of the house where they live. But from that business now Hanum has been able to rent a shophouse located not far from the office area is quite crowded.

"Where are you with her shophouse?" tanya Ardi who now also lives in the shop whose sister rented.

"Good, may our sustenance be smoother after moving here huh?" said Hanum.

"Aamiin." said Ardi and his mother together.

"Ardi, where do you want to go to college after this?" ask Hanum.

"Some, does Ardi not need to go to college so Ma'am can help Ma'am?" answer Ardi.

"You can't say that Ardi, Ma'am still able to send you to college, then why do you even think not to go to college?"

"Mbak needs more because soon Mbak also want to give birth and it takes a fee that is not small!"

"Then why, Ma'am still have savings and Mas Ilham also still give Mbak money for the purposes of giving birth later if something happens!"

"Mbak still receives money from Mas ilham?" ask Ardi.

"Hm, how else! Mas ilham forced Mbak to accept it, rather than later even so complicated! You know what your ex-sister-in-law is, right?"

Ardi understood, her former sister-in-law was very good, although a little pushy and Ardi was not surprised if finally the brother received a gift from her ex-husband, it was, only for the sake of the child that Hanum is now carrying.

"Never use money from a mas ilham?"

Hanum shook his head, "Never!" said Hanum.

"Why?" ask Ardi.

"Mbak is still able to give the best for his own son Ar, so what for? Mbak accepts just simply appreciating the form of responsibility that is often inspired to say."

Hanum's memory returns where Ilham comes back to him only to give the same amount of money from his wife to his ex-wife. Many times Hanum refused but many times also the inspiration always came just to impose his will.

Hanum felt tired, if every morning always saw the inspiration waiting in front of his house and that finally made Hanum accept, the form of an accountability that is often said Inspiration.

"Mr?" call Ardi who had seen Hanum back daydreaming.

"Oh yeah what is Ar?" ask Hanum who is a little flutter.

"What do you think?" ask Ardi.

"Nothing, Ma'am just a little memory of the past!" said Hanum with a smile.

"Hm, yeah, let's go in and see the shophouse before we move in tomorrow?" invite Ardi who is now pulling the hand of the brother.

Hanum smiles and follows Ardi, who takes him inside to see the shophouse he rented.

Hanum smiled with satisfaction, as he felt his stomach which now increasingly looked bloated. " May this be our sustenance, dear?" said Hanum while stroking his stomach.

Bu Surti who saw Hanum smiled, shed a few tears. Bu Surti did not approach he only saw how the efforts built by his daughter began to develop little by little, to be able to change their lives. "May your prayers, efforts and patience be a blessing to you my son?" bu Surti prayer in his heart while looking at his two children who look happy looking at the contents in the shophouse.

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