Second Woman

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Dila exhaled deeply and then afterwards he said "we have gone so far buk.but I still meet with my past.." he said lethargic.

"who is Dil.." asked Rini curiously.

"take Alika... it turns out he who yesterday ordered the same cake I buk.we "clear now to his mother.

"Alika.... Galang's ex-wife!!!"

Dila nodded weakly

"don't you know just yesterday he pesen cake with you?"

"no. the cool one is not him but his servant's son...." Dila leaned her back on the wooden chair that was near the dining table

"helper!!... she has a maid... means her life is prosperous dong Dil to be able to pay a maid"

"mother.. since long ago mbak Alika life is prosperous, she has a restaurant as a source of income...."

"then yesterday why did you come home from there so cry"

"no buk. instead mbak Alika is very good with me. I envy buk with him, he said, we are the same as his widow mas Galang but he got a fairly large property first when divorced with mas Galang but I what...it's not fair..."

"ay Allah Dila... istighfar nak... istighfar" the middle-aged woman immediately embraced the body of her daughter still sitting on the wooden chair "don't be like this, everyone has their own provisions...."

Bu Rini kept advising her daughter not to be envious of what Alika had.

Be assured that Allah will not test his servant beyond his means, if Allah is testing you now he is raising your level...

Long ago Rini and Dila bu in the house until the call from Pak adji made them both immediately pass to see him

He rubbed his cheeks that had been wet with tears to catch up with his mother outside

"what's the matter, sir." asked Dila.

"you've been smoking, a long time...."

"nothing to do sir." replied Dila while turning to her mother.

"Dil... You followed your son to the store at the end of the road there, they were both invited by Mr. Arman to buy ice cream.." adji sir ordered.

"kok me anyway sir.busuk aja yes yes...not nice to see people, he widower I widowed the way trus together later what people say.." refused Dila.

Pak Adji thought for a moment and agreed to Dila's speech, Rini's mother immediately followed her two grandchildren after being given a red sheet of money by Dila

"eat Dil. Last night I see you haven't eaten straight to the room "

"yes sir.." he said after Rini's mother left then Dila and Pak adji immediately passed to the dining table, bu Rini has cooked eggplant and omelet lodeh vegetable menu as well as tempeh as a side dish

Immediately Dila scooping rice one centong also vegetable lodeh he poured a few spoons on the rice did not forget the side dish as a complement to his meal

"didn't you eat?" asked Dila when she saw her father just watching him eat alone

"father had breakfast earlier." he replied, Pak adji saw Dila eating like an unfeeling person and with a heart he finally dared to ask.

"it's rice eaten properly .. not as good as it's the same food" adji reprimanded, sir,

Dila who heard the reprimand from his father immediately ate right because he did not want his father to be angry because of his behavior

Dila who just finished eating finally told his father about his meeting with alika yesterday, also about the money given by Alika a number of two million. Dila also told about the anxiety of her heart last night who felt jealous of Alika's condition that was inversely proportional to her

Pak adji massaged his chest to hear his son's words about his envy on his ex-wife

"o Allah, son, do not be like that it is not good, human if you feel envious but do not bring it to the heart...."

"i want to return the money given by Mr. Alika yesterday sir, I can still find my own money sir.I do not want to be pitied by him sir "

"whatever you are...."

Dila then cleaned her body in the bathroom after she immediately dressed her perfunctory style to immediately go to Alika's house....he did not want to meet with alika so he would come there when Alika was not at home,

by hiring an ojek Dila finally went to Alika's house.

It looks like a house that is not so spacious it is quiet, but the door of the living room is open, also not seen by his bicycle.

He walked slowly to the open door and said hello

"assalamualaikum...."

"waalaikum salam...lho mbak Dila" said mbok sum shocked when he saw Dila was at the door.

Dila immediately grabbed his right hand mbok sum to kiss him reverently

"his Alika Tambak is going e mbak.... mbak Dila want to wait?" ask mbok sum

"no need to mbok..I want to take my bike also want to return this" he said and gave a bushel that he carried in his left hand was "sorry yes mbok... the departure is heavy but the return is light" he chanted

"issh... say what the hell mbak, just a side dish not papa do not hesitate, let's go in first...."

Dila said he followed the direction of mbok sum's hand to tell her to sit down

After that, mbok sum went inside for a while and brought back a glass of orange-colored drinks to give to Dila

"thank you mbok ngerepotin." he said after receiving the glass.

"not that Alika asked Dila to come here in the afternoon yes"

"no why napa.. I just want to take my bike mbok, what can I take"

"oh of course it can be.. for a moment yes" said mbok sum but he did not move from his seat instead he opened one by one the structure of the bushel that was brought Dila.

Dila felt surprised why mbok sum had to dismantle the structure of the bushel because in the bottom row he put back the money that was given by Alika yesterday

"well, right." said mbok sum while holding a white envelope that Dila kept there.

Mbok Sum remembered Alika's remark earlier this morning "take if my hunch is right maybe Dila will come here when I leave, I told him I was leaving this morning and only at home in the afternoon.take it later if you come here please check what was brought by Mbak Dila.... fear that the money that I put yesterday in the bushel is returned again just like Dila. please give it to him if that is so. explain to him that I do not mean anything...it's sincere I want to help him, please yes mbok try to accept the money" Alika said that morning on mbok sum

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