Second Woman

occasion

Aswin undoes his intention to enter Sandra's nursery, letting the two women chat.

Aswin stepped foot into the hospital cafeteria, enjoying a cup of coffee with a feeling of relief and happiness. Unceasingly his lips were a thin smile, to give thanks, Aswin shared in the hospital cafeteria by buying all the merchandise, all the canteen visitors get free food and drinks, he said, they were bought by Aswin.

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Today Sandra has been allowed to go home, although her physique has not fully recovered, but the situation has been much better, but Sandra still can not walk alone, still using the help of a wheelchair.

There are Aswin and Muthia who are always ready to take care of and care for Sandra with love.

"Alhamdulillah yes tea, finally have been allowed to go home, stay later diligent control and therapy, so that Sandra tea can recover as soon as possible, and we can go the same vacation." said Muthia on the sidelines of her activities to clean up Sandra's goods.

"Aamiin, thank you deck." Sandra smiled sincerely towards Muthia.

As Kala dreams of hearing Sandra call her "dek", it means that Sandra has started to accept Muthia's presence as her honeymoon sister.

Muthia smiled, there was no feeling of clear crystals falling from her two eyeballs, there was a warm feeling that spread throughout her body, a sense of happiness was also present at the same time.

Realizing Muthia was crying, Sandra panicked.

Afraid that his words would offend Muthia.

"I'm sorry, if I say.."

Sandra's sentence was floating by the sahutan of Muthia.

"No tea, it's not wrong.

These happy tears, honestly I'm very fond of, our relationship can be good like this.

Thank you very much tea, thank you." Muthia hugged Sandra.

Sandra returned Muthia's embrace and rubbed her shoulders gently.

"Thia, we are destined to love the same man, and now it is our duty to join one another to go his way.

Muthia was moved by the sentence after sentence that Sandra threw, sounding wise and cool at heart.

"Insya Alloh, we are the same as learning tea." They look at each other deeply, diving into each other's hearts by trying to cultivate mutual acceptance. An equally great love for her husband, an equally sincere love for the same man, will make them join hands, clinging to a single belief in the understanding of polygamy according to the Shari'a.

"The Aswin guy picked us up or what?" sandra asked in the end, after strengthening each other by hugging between the two. "We just wait, maybe soon our husband will come, said he wanted to come here after taking the children to school, because Mr. Rahmad is still sick." Muthia replied gently while rubbing Sandra's arm.

"After this, are you going back to your house, Thia?" sandra continued after a moment of silence. Muthia stared fixedly at Sandra's clear bead with a soothing smile for anyone who saw it. "If allowed, for a while Thia will often be in the house while Sandra's tea is still sick, Thia will treat the tea with both hands itself until Sandra's tea is cured, can?" muthia's reply was steady, and asked Sandra for permission first.

"Thia, thank you. Taking good care of me, I don't know if anyone else is taking care of him, because I don't usually interact with people I don't know yet." Muthia smiled and rubbed Sandra's shoulders gently, channeling her strength through her heartfelt affection. "Already, do not have to think much like that, and do not continue to say thank you, because this has become my responsibility and obligation to take care and make sure Sandra tea is good. God willing, I'm happy to be able to do this, and God willing I'm iklas." Muthia tried to give confidence to Sandra who still felt sorry and bad for the dzolim attitude she had done before to Muthia, but it is now reciprocated with an affection and a sincere attitude in caring for him who can not do anything .

"Asalamualaikum." Aswin's voice made his two women turn at the same time, the handsome and edifying face was smiling looking at the familiarity of the two, his heart was very happy and grateful, he said, because this kind of scenery is what he always hoped for in his household. "Are you ready, go home, bund?" greeting Aswin in the end, his legs walked over to Sandra who was still sitting leaning on the end of the hospital bed. "Alhamdulillah, already." Sandra smiled and stretched out her hand to crucify her husband with reverence, and Muthia did the same. "Is everything ready, bund?" aswin's gaze turned to his second wife who was also smiling looking at him. "Already, yeah. Just take care of his administration." bakas Muthia reminded and made Aswin shook his head because really forgot if he had not cleared his administration. Rushing his feet towards the payment room, after everything had settled down, Aswin returned to his wife's room and saw Sandara and Muthia were having a conversation sitting in one bed.

"It's all done, come on, bund, help me move to the wheelchair, Muthia mother help hold it." Aswin said gently to his wife. After Sandra had moved to a wheelchair, Aswin pushed her slowly out of the hospital followed by Muthia carrying a tote bag containing Sandra's needs while hospitalized.

"Where's Bund, doing his body a little good?" Aswin opened the chat when he had entered the car that began to be launched at medium speed. "Alhamdulillah, Dad. It can be a little in the movement. And no pain all his body, pegelnya already lost. But still can't do anything on your own, forgive mother yes, already make father and Muthia bother." Sandra stared softly towards the front with teary eyes, there was a sad and embarrassed look present that disturbed her fragile heart. "Mother, be patient. And do not think of it like that, father and Muthia insyaallah iklas and happy to help the mother to get back to health, just focus on healing the mother, we strive together, behind this calamity, there is wisdom that we can, the same father's wife's wife's union with Salihah, Alhamdulillah." said Aswin staring alternately at the smiling Sandra and Muthia.

#Message love author 💓

Learn to love Buya Hamka.

⁇ ️Love is like fighting in a battlefield, which is a great war in the human spirit.

If he wins, he will be found from a sincere person, broad mind, patient and calm heart.

If he loses, he will find people who are desperate, lost, weak-hearted, small-hearted and sometimes even lost confidence in themselves.

#Learn also from Rumi a noble sufistic.

⁇ ️Great love will turn violence into tenderness, turn the irrepressible into firm opinion, turn suffering into happiness.

And learning to be loved can also bring positive change to life.