Second Woman

reflexively

"For a week, I stayed at Sandra's tea house, taking care of her lovingly, because I knew Sandra's tea was a kind and gentle woman, maybe because of his jealousy so he can be unkind to me, and it has passed, there is not the slightest bit of hatred for him, what else keeps the anger because of his attitude. I always try to understand him, because my heart is sure, my hard attitude will also be destroyed by sincere attitudes and actions.

Fully aware, being a second wife is not easy. Many crossbreeds and flavors are increasingly raining. But when I received the proposal to become a second wife, that's when I started to strengthen my heart, to stretch my chest, from all the possibilities that occur, from how others judge, from how others judge, from how later I have to behave, and how I strengthen myself from something that might hurt feelings. Prayer and continuing to learn to be wise, is a way for the heart to get stronger and grow up. Because of the deep love for the man who has loved me with all his soul, yes! Kang Aswin was the only reason I survived, growing love could no longer be represented by words, because the love that was present was so sincere and beautiful, I really gave my heart to him." Muthia looked straight ahead, enjoying every whir of wind slapping her clean skin, a shadow of every incident flashing in her memory.

"Bund, howling. What's up?" the sound of Aswin's kang broke my daydream of our household story journey, his shady face always made me feel comfortable being near his side. "Hmm, no one is daydreaming, just that the mother again remembers our journey from the beginning to the present. I can't escape from loving you, somehow my heart is always tied to all your shadows and love, I turned out to be that cute huh?" kang Aswin smiled and hugged me tightly in his arms. It flowed such great love for me to feel through his heartbeat and in every breath. Comfortable and soothing.

"Dear, you know what? if I were just like you, bucin. Because I can't afford to be separated from you anymore either. For years I have waited for you in prayer in every long prostration. This sense, can no longer be translated with a single sentence. All I know is, I adore you so much, I love you so much and I can't spend time without you by my side."

"Hmm, what are we doing ABG?" Muthia laughed in response to her husband's flurry, and without them realizing it, another woman's heart was torn to hear the seduction for seduction.

Sandra was silent, tears that had wanted to be held back, had been spilled without being able to anymore she was weirs, sick, tight and injured. But what she can do, from the beginning of her relationship with Aswin, Sandra already knows the risks, loving the man whose heart belongs to another woman, and Sandra is just a woman who hitchhikes in the corner of her husband's heart without love.

"I must be strong, must be able to restrain myself, Muthia is now also my husband's wife, and he has also been kind and so respectful of my presence, this pain, let it be my future paradise. Alloh, I'm iklas. Help this heart to always be strong to accept the reality that continues to rip my soul apart." Sandra chose to leave by asking the nurse to push her wheelchair back into the room, where she spilled all her pain, crying to her chest tight. Sister Mirna just silently pecked, even she was not able to see, her master was injured. "Pity Mrs Sandra, are the rich mostly like this?" sister Mira muttered in her heart.

"Mirna, lock the door, you get out, but don't turn off your phone, if I need anything, just make it easy to reach you. And please don't tell my husband and Muthia anything about my situation, I just need some time alone. If they ask, just tell me I'm resting, sleeping!" sandra's orders with a raucous voice, clear bulir increasingly falling on his smooth cheeks.

"Good, Mom!"

without saying much, Mirna came out of the room and locked her up. Her heart also felt pain to see Sandra roaring with hurt feelings, but Mirna did not dare to judge anything, because it was not her realm. In this house she is just a nurse whose job is to look after and care for Sandra, nothing more.

"Mir, how are you outside, Miss Sandra sleeping?" muthia asked softly as she passed Mirna who had just come out of her room Sandra.

"Yes, Mom. Ms. Sandra just went to bed, maybe because she was exhausted from therapy" Mirna replied lying.

"Yes, you rest then. But must often see Ms. Sandra yes, fearing that Ms. Sandra needed anything." replied Muthia with a probing look, in her heart suspicious, there must be something Mirna was hiding, but did not know what it was.

"Em, not sir! that, Ms. Sandra just slept, afraid later Mr. Aswin woke her up. Poor Ms. Sandra just got therapy, needs a lot of rest." Mirna tried to find the right reason, so that Aswin and Muthia did not suspect, if in the room actually Sandra was crying wounded, after seeing the intimacy between Aswin and Muthia in the garden behind the house.

"Owh, yasuda. Then dad left for the office first yes bund, titip Sandra same child." Aswin reached out his hand and greeted Muthia, before leaving they hugged each other and gently kissed each other.

"Mom!" Muthia approached Mirna who was sitting in the kitchen chair while sipping warm tea in the cup she was holding. "Yes, Ma'am" Mirna immediately turned her gaze towards the voice of Muthia who was seen walking towards her.

""Is there something with Ms. Sandra?" Muthia went straight to the point of trouble, because ever since coming out of Sandra's room, Mirna looked nervous and like a grieving person.

"Mom Sandra?

Ms. Sandra is fine, Mom, just need to rest." said Mirna nervously, not daring to look into Muthia's eyes which are now staring fixedly at her.

"Let's just say, I don't want anything to happen to Ms. Sandra." asked Muthia firmly, as she felt there was something Mirna had hidden about Sandra.

"I'm sorry, but Miss Muthia don't tell Ms. Sandra, because I promised not to tell anyone anything."

"meaning?

Does that mean something is happening right now with Miss Sandra? tell Mir, please don't worry me." Muthia immediately looked worried.

"So when Ms. Muthia and Mr. Aswin were in the park, Ms. Sandra was there, and Ms. Sandra cried after seeing Mr. Aswin's mother seduce each other."

Muthia immediately smothered her mouth, regret and guilt immediately came to her heart. "O Allah, Astagfirullah. I've made Sandra's tea hurt, surely at this time she is sad and hurt, God forgive us." Muthia was limp and looked panicked, her attitude with Aswin had made Sandra's heart hurt. Sandra was jealous.