Second Woman

shuddered

When Muthia arrived at the foundation, it was seen that Amir's car had been parked neatly in the yard of the foundation which was dominated by color with brown and ivory yellow, Aswin's favorite color alloy.

An orphaned foundation consisting of two floors, with foster children who have not so much. There were about fifty-seven children of the AZ Zahra foundation belonging to Muthia. Children who are not lucky, orphaned or even emang because of the circumstances of their parents who are really unable to.

Muthia employed five female employees and two security guards at her foundation.

Amir is one of the regular donors and became one of the administrators in the foundation, Amir will come once a week there.

Muthia walked with her dangling black robe, graceful and looking very beautiful, surely when there are male eyes that see it will be attracted and fall in love. Muthia does have a charm with all the advantages that she has, besides being beautiful, Muthia is also a smart woman who has a heart that is so beautiful, soft and friendly to anyone.

Amir stared unblinkingly behind the window in one of the rooms. His heart felt pain again. The love that he had been guarding, no longer able to say, in fact, he was happy with his chosen man, he looked so comfortable in a polygamous marriage circle. Then, is there a chance for Amir even if it is only for a moment, it seems like it will never happen, can only stare without admiring, can only keep his longing in silence behind a smile that must be engraved, can only be seen, in fact, the heart is so painful because of the love that never welcomes.

Muthia, unaware of herself being looked at in awe by the man behind the window, continued to walk with a friendly smile at everyone she met, holding Joseph in her right hand.

"Mother, Yusuf would like to play with brother here can?" pinta Yusuf was spoiled and greeted with an angry smile by Muthia.

"Can, but can't be naughty! do not disturb his brother who is still learning njai, playing the same brother who has finished learning. Okay handsome?" muthia replied gently to her son who would become an older brother soon.

"Mbok, please accompany Yusuf, please watch over him, do not disturb the child who is studying." continued Muthia who turned her gaze to mbok Narti who immediately nodded obediently with what her master said.

After Joseph and mbok Narti lost sight. Muthia again continued her steps into her room and intended to check all the reports that came in via email.

"Asalamualaikum, Mom. It's me Sarah!" the voice of one of Muthia's chosen employees, Sarah works as an admin who is directly chosen by Muthia, because Sarah is the sister of her well-known friend.

"Come in, Sarah." replied Muthia slightly raised her voice, as her hand continued to wipe the button on her laptop.

Sarah reports all income and expenses for one week and files the report for Muthia to check.

"Sorry, Mom. There was Mr. Amir, he was waiting for Ms. Muthia, but now he still teaches children who memorize short letters in class." continued Sarah politely.

"Oh yes, yasudah, let me meet Mr. Amir later, after finishing this. Thank you, just tell me that he's done from class, to wait in the living room ya." reply Muthia.

"Good, Mom! I'm sorry."

"Yes, please. Thanks yeah!" reply Muthia was firm but remained with her friendly face.

After finishing her work, Muthia came out of her room and headed to the living room that was special to receive guests who wanted to visit Ng in this foundation.

It was as though Amir was waiting for him there.

"Sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?" greet Muthia when she was close to Amir who was playing his phone.

"Nor did I put a kid in class first, did I interrupt the director's time?" sahut Amir made Muthia blush and misbehave.

"Eh, what? no!" suhut Muthia is stiff, confused as to what to answer.

"Sarah said Amir wanted to talk to me, what's wrong?" muthia tried to be calm. Because after all Amir had been present in his past.

"Yes, I want to see you. And give up this." Amir thrust a rather thick brown envelope, at Muthia.

"What is this Mas?" Muthia was confused.

for funds, God willing, I will help and find donors, so that this plan can be realized immediately. You can talk to your husband to make a school design for SD as well as Junior High but based on Islam ." Clearly Amir was at length, and stunned Muthia, honest in her heart, Muthia harbored the admiration of the brief benefactor Amir had behind his stern and cold face.

"You're serious, Mum?" peekik Muthia still did not believe, with what she heard. Haru was also happy, unaware that her tears had suddenly escaped from her two clear eyes. Sangking.

"God be serious, I've planned this a long time, but I haven't been able to make it happen. And God willing with you to build a foundation, a plan that has long been hidden soon realized, hopefully. Aamiin's."

'The time wheel of life keeps on turning

Moving forward without fear

We are getting carried away and can never escape..

Facing the onslaught of life's problems so intense..

Life is sometimes so hard

When a beautiful plan is stopped by a problem...

The chest felt tight, as if suffocating a sense of uneasiness...

The heart whimpers in the tired soul..

Even though this life has to be lived

Keep planning, trying and improving yourself...

Let God determine the rest of this destiny..

Do your best to accept the results later...

It was a long day when trouble came..

The world looks so dim, though,

like shadows..

Footsteps also feel so floating...

When the spirit of life begins to disappear...

You are my Envoy, even though I no longer have a chance, but at least this body can still get close even if it is a bit.

These eyes can still stare, even if they are just looking.

It is enough of my heart to endure the pain, due to a feeling that is never reciprocated.

But seeing him live happily, has made me feel a little happy, because he is in the hands of the right man.'

Amir was busy with his thoughts, without hearing from earlier Rihana calling his name. The wandering mind no longer hears anyone's voice, but the voice of its own heart.