
Mentari was preparing breakfast, because Widuri was not at home. Fatih certainly helped him, although most of him disturbed Mentari. Because in the kitchen there were only the two of them, Fatih did not hesitate to hug Mentari's body from behind. Only when alone, Fatih felt free to express his feelings. Do what he wants with Mentari.
When both wives are with him he will act appropriately to be fair, for fear that someone will feel hurt due to jealousy. Fatih will also act more intimately while only being alone with Zahra. Without having to be afraid to make Mentari jealous. Having two wives for Fatih, must be able to act fairly. Especially when the three of them are together. So that no one feels neglected.
"Mas, try this it feels right, hasn't it?" Mentari feeds Fatih, to test his stake.
"Already, delicious. As usual," replied Fatih who was still hugging Mentari's body, while occasionally rubbing Mentari's stomach which began to feel hard.
Mentari let Fatih happen as he pleased. She also had no difficulty cooking. The happiness of Fatih who has become a father candidate, makes him love to stroke the stomach that contains his child. Not only Fatih, her ex-husband also likes to stroke her stomach while pregnant with his child first. Alex also likes to stroke Cantika's stomach, while pregnant with the twins Shine and Sky.
"Mas, can you please call Zahra! Tumben he has not yet come out of the room," Mentari pinta while pointing his face towards the side, and got a kiss from Fatih.
"All right,"
Fatih rushed to Zahra's room, and went there. Zahra got up and sat looking out the window. Then he walked towards her. The look on Zahra's face was puffy, and her eyes were slightly swollen, which made Fatih worried.
"Dear, what's wrong with you? Is anyone sick?" fatih asked while pulling Zahra to look at him.
Seeing her husband in front of her now, Zahra cried again. He recalled the incident a few minutes ago when he was about to make breakfast. She saw her husband and honeymoon making out, even though all she saw was a hug from behind. She also often does that when cooking with her husband. But upon seeing, her husband did with another woman, her heart felt pain, she was jealous, and disliked.
"Darling, why are you crying? Has your illness recurred?" fatih asked in a panicked tone mixed with anxiety.
Zahra shook her head, preferring to cry.
"Then, what's up? Don't worry like this! Let's say, what's up?"
"I'm jealous, Mom. When you see you with Mentari." Zahara said in a stifled voice as she was crying.
Hearing that, Fatih wanted to laugh, but she put up with it. Because he did not want to ignite his wife's emotions even more angry.
"Why jealous? You're both my wives."
"I don't like it, that Mas loves Mentari more than I do!"
Fatih took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. He saw Zahra still shed her tears. Then Fatih removed it.
"Not it yet, I once said. If you ask Mas to marry again, it means you are ready with love Mas will be divided. You said you were ready to share it with your honey."
"But, Mas. I don't want my position in your heart to shift! Only I can reign in your heart, Mom! Do not let my position in your heart be replaced by him. I don't want to!"
"I don't know what it's gonna be like going forward. For we know, God turns our hearts upside down."
"Yes. But I'm your first wife, Mas!"
"What, now you're sorry to have Mas remarry?"
"Not from the beginning did Mas refuse your wish, to be combined with Mentari!" fatih continued, without knowing there was a Mentari standing in front of the door of Zahra's room to catch up with him.
"Mas has explained, about our child being able to adopt it. Your disease problem, we're treating it."
Fatih, who was standing behind her back to the door, did not know that there was another woman who had just been hurt, because she heard his words.
"You're still forcing Mas to marry Mentari. You even threatened at that time. Makes you have no other choice,"
Zahra shut up and bowed her head. She did not dare to reply to her husband's words. Because it's true what he's talking about.
The mentor who heard that, shed his tears. The tightness and pain now felt in his chest now. With a slow step he moved away from there. Mentari chose to go into her room, and shed her heartache by crying loosely. Without fear anyone heard it, because the room was soundproof . He deliberately locked the door of his room so that no one would suddenly enter.
Mentari did not think that Fatih actually did not want to marry him from the beginning. It was a new reality he knew. Because all he knows is, Zahra said Fatih wanted this wedding. Different from what he just heard.
Mentari was crying while sitting on the floor next to her bed. Holding the stomach that contained her child, she cried as if she was sharing her feelings with the babies in her womb.
"God, I never expected love from him, because I knew he loved his wife so much."
"But why when she said she never wanted her marriage to me, my heart hurt so much,"
"Lied, she wants to have children! In fact, he intends to adopt the child of someone else,"
The mentari continued to rummage revealing the contents of his heart that was being injured at this moment. For half an hour she cried out to shed her sorrow. After feeling satisfied he went to the bathroom, to wash his swollen face.
The wall clock has shown at seven in the morning, usually Fatih will take a shower. So Mentari opened the door of his room, and at the same time Fatih was about to enter his room.
"So, did you have breakfast first?" fatih asked with a smile towards Mentari.
"Hm, " replied Mentari, then she walked towards Fatih's wardrobe to prepare a work suit for her.
Several times Mentari took a breath, in order to reduce the tightness in his chest, which was again present when he saw Fatih just now.
"Astagfirullahaladzim .. Astagfirullahaladzim ...," Mentari continued to stand in a soft voice to calm her heart. Mentari tried not to let his tears come back when there was Fatih or Zahra was with him.
"Come on Mentari, you can do it! Is this still not how much? You can definitely get through this," muttered Mentari cheering himself.
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