Sharing Love: Second Wife

Longs

How frantic Vika looked out fresh blood from her birth canal. He asked the customers for help, but they just stared at each other.

"Whoever, help me!" yelled Vika who started to limp.

"Huh! Oh, yes, Mama! Don't pretend!" call a customer.

"Quick, Ma'am! My rush hour break is over!" shouted another customer.

They are mutually unpretentious to voice their respective anxieties. Finally their exclamation stopped when Vika lost her consciousness.

"Hey! Call an ambulance! He's not pretending!" said a mother who approached Vika.

The atmosphere in the shop was so boisterous, after Vika fainted then they panicked. The sound of ambulance sirens tickled as the King almost reached his shop.

"What's this?" the king asked a young man.

"Some one's dying, sir!" the answer.

How surprised the King when he found Vika had been limp and taken into the car by officers. The king was driving his car in the back of an ambulance.

Arriving at the hospital, the King confirmed that he was a relative of Vika. After half an hour waiting for a nurse to come out of the ER room.

"Mr, husband?" ask the nurse.

"I am his brother" said the King.

"Mother Vika needs a transfusion, but the blood supply in this hospital is depleted. Can you donate blood?" ask the nurse.

"What is Vika's blood type?"

"B positive" replied the nurse.

"My blood type is A. I'll call his mother soon."

"All right, we're waiting."

Finally the King tried to contact Miss Lasmi. How surprised Miss Lasmi heard the news that her only daughter was dying.

After waiting for thirty minutes, Bu Lasmi finally arrived. The medical team performed a blood transfusion. A feeling of dread perched in the middle-aged woman's heart. He regretted expelling his daughter.

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Finally Vika realized after being unconscious for twenty-four hours. The girl's eyes opened slowly. Beside him was the mother who was asleep holding her hand.

Realizing her daughter woke up, Miss Lasmi woke up. With Vika's hair on, her mouth didn't stop saying words of gratitude.

"Vika .. apologize, ma'am," said Vika weakly.

"Ssttt .. the mother who should be apologizing, son. I'm sorry I kicked me out of the house that night" Ms. Lasmi said.

"Mom never did anything wrong, Vika deserved it." A thread of tears Vika slowly dripped down her cheeks.

"You rest first, we'll talk later, "persuade Ms. Lasmi.

"What about baby Vika, Mom?"

"He's a strong boy, he's fine. Vika does not need to worry about anything at this time," said Ms. Lasmi calmed her daughter.

A feeling of relief filled Vika's heart. She did not want to lose her first baby. Drowsiness returned, Vika finally closed her eyes again.

Vika has been hospitalized for a week. Now her condition has improved, Vika has even been allowed to go home.

"We go home today" said Ms. Lasmi while tidying up Vika's clothes, then put them in a bag.

"Mom, should Vika stay in Kak Raja's apartment?" said Vika.

"Why?" The neat movements of Bu Lasmi instantly stopped. He looked at his daughter questioningly.

"Vika does not want Mom to be a byword in the home environment" said Vika.

Miss Lasmi walked over to Vika. She held her daughter's fingers tightly.

"Vika doesn't have to worry. I don't care what other people think. Most importantly now, I can continue to take care of you and my future grandchildren" said Ms. Lasmi.

Hearing her mother's words, her feelings enveloped Vika's heart. No matter how much a child mistakes, a mother will still forgive and sincerely love her child. Vika promises in her heart to look after and love her child just like her mother did.

Only Ms. Siti and her husband remained as usual. From the beginning only their family really cared about Vika and her mother.

One day Vika who was lying on her bed was crying. The feeling of longing for Mahen crept in the chest. It's not usually like this. He tried repeatedly to close his eyes. But there's no results.

Hearing the sobbing from Vika's room, Miss Lasmi awakens. He slowly knocked on his daughter's room.

"Come in, Mom," said Vika as she sobbed.

"Why?" asked Ms. Lasmi while rubbing the top of Vika's head.

"Meeting Mahen, Mom. Vika kangen," whine Vika.

"Mahen? The father of my future grandchildren?"

Vika nodded, hearing Mahen's name just called making her heart flutter. His longing has peaked. He only wanted Mahen to stroke his stomach once.

"Well, does he want to see you, son?"

"Vika's not sure, Mom. But it feels so stifling. Vika would love to meet him."

After weighing up, Bu Lasmi finally contacted the King. He asked the man for help to persuade Mahen.

"The king can't promise, Aunt. But the King will try."

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Finally the King gathered courage. He met Mahen while visiting the store. Since Vika was expelled from the Aerospace residence, the two men have never met. The king would only visit his father when asked to come to the Great House.

"Sister!" the King shouted when he found Mahen's figure pacing in front of the shop.

Mahen's cold gaze greeted the King. He no longer cared about his pride. The most important thing now was to bring Vika together with Mahen. As the King got closer, Mahen moved on. But his half-brother held his arm.

"Sister, please listen to me for a moment" said the King.

"What?" ask Mahen briefly.

"Vika wants to see you, just for a moment. Meet him, after that I will take him away from this city" said the King.

"I don't care, just take her wherever you like!" exclaim Mahen.

"Sister, I beg you," said the King with a face of compassion.

"He only wants to see you once. He wants you to rub his stomach, that's all."

"Why should I?"

"Because Mahen's sister Vika misses, not anyone else!" exclaim King.

After an argument, Mahen finally agrees to meet Vika. But no more than fifteen minutes.

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Hearing the news from the King, Vika's heart was so happy. He can't wait to meet the man he loves.

Vika waits for Mahen in the King's coffee shop. The woman was wearing a plain maroon-colored negligee. His feet clashed against the floor repeatedly due to nervousness. It was like he was on a blind date.

30 Minutes to Vika's waiting. Finally the person he missed appeared. Mahen entered the tavern with a plain white shirt with a subordinate slimfit cotton pants. Vika's heart raced faster. I don't know why Mahen looks so charming. It was like Vika was pouring into the arms of the King. But he knew himself, being able to see the man again had already made Vika feel lucky.

As Mahen drew closer, Vika stood up to greet him. Vika smiled faintly when faced with Mahen. But the gaze he just got cold from Mahen.

"Sister, how are you?"

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