Sharing Love: Second Wife

My eye!

Mahen stretched his stiff muscles and got out of bed. He wanted to make a cup of coffee to keep his eyes awake. Last night's party made her eyes feel heavy.

As he climbed down the stairs he heard Nova's voice shouting like an evil person. Mahen hastened his pace. He sharpened his hearing to find out the whereabouts of his wife.

How surprised Mahen when he found out his wife was flushing Nova's body like a possessed person.

"Stop!!!" shouted Mahen.

Hearing her husband's screams, Nova stops the action. Mahen approached and pulled his wife's arm.

"What's this?" ask Mahen.

"She slapped me, baby!" said Nova.

"Really, Vika?" ask Mahen.

Vika didn't answer she just looked down. Seeing Vika who did not give an answer, Mahen went up.

"Your mouth still works fine, right?" mahen asked in a cold voice.

"I-iya," Vika replied trembling.

"Why slap him? Nova wouldn't have gone this far if you hadn't gone too far!" exclaim Mahen.

"He insulted me for wanting to marry you" said Vika lethargic.

"That's all?" said Mahen cynically.

"She said I'm a j*lang woman for marrying for money!" yell Vika.

"Then what's the name if it's not j*lang? Prostitutes*r?" ejek Nova's.

Just as Mahen and Nova were about to leave, Vika gathered the courage to speak up.

"Just imagine, if what I'm going through is befalling your sister," said Vika as she shed tears.

"But unfortunately I don't have a sister" Mahen said sarcastically.

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Mahen finally decides to deliver Nova after a shower. In the car he tried to get his wife. Violence in any form is unjustified.

"Honey, you should not do something as low as before" said Mahen.

"So I should just shut up? He slapped me, honey!" Nova who was still carried away by emotion half shouted to Mahen.

"Other times if he says anything you tell me, let me make the decision" Mahen said, holding his wife's hand.

Nova nodded then leaned his head on Mahen's shoulder.

"Yes, I'm sorry, honey. Next time I don't repeat" said Nova, gently tucking Mahen's cheek.

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The clock shows at 13:00 when Vika gets to G-Mart. He decided to shop for kitchen needs. A shopping list written on a piece of paper.

"Tuesday, tomatoes, chili, already, now..."

"Ouch!"

Due to being too focused on the grocery list, Vika bumped into someone who was standing in front of the shelf.

"Eh, sorry, Brother. I didn't mean it" said Vika.

"Next time be careful? Fear hit the children" said the man with a smile.

"Hehe, yes Brother. Again sorry, huh?"

The man just nodded with a smile. From the tail of her eyes, Vika could see the man continued to watch her. He looked again at his appearance.

My clothes are polite, even though I wear flip-flops, but this looks clean, smelly? inner Vika while sniffing her armpits. Then shake.

I even took a shower this morning! Don't-don't...

This time Vika was looking for glass inside the supermarket. After finding the glass, he shamelessly reflected with a big smile. He studied one by one a row of white teeth, in case there are leftovers that slip.

It's clean! My breath is also fresh mint scent!

After being busy correcting herself, Vika finally approached the handsome man.

"Sister, sorry-sorry before. What do you mean watch over me Daritadi? Are you a stalker?"

Vika spoke without thinking anymore. The man just stared.

"Anu, that's probably Mama's feeling. I want to pay for groceries" said the man, looking at the cashier's desk.

Sontak Vika followed the direction of the man's view. He only realized that the hallway where they met straight with the cashier table.

After realizing that Vika had misunderstood, he immediately ran while pushing his trolley in embarrassment.

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Time passed so quickly, it did not feel Vika and Mahen's marriage had stepped on two months. Miss Winda often brings up child problems when calling or visiting the house.

For a moment Vika could feel what Nova was experiencing. The woman must have been caught off guard by her in-laws' attitude. Sometimes people forget that everything we want is not necessarily immediately realized. One of them is a child.

Most couples want offspring. God has the best plan for us. If God has not desired to blow the soul into the womb, what can we do?

"Vikaaaa!" shout Nova.

"Buck here!"

Hearing Nova's cry, Vika rushed upstairs. He stepped foot while grumbling.

"What, Brother?" ask Vika.

"Please take my phone on the balcony, it was left behind" Nova said as she looked at her beautiful face in front of the mirror.

"Sir, the balcony is just there. Not a minute has Nova reached the balcony!" vika said while pointing towards the balcony.

"Like me dong! Cepet fetch!" exciting Nova.

Vika takes the phone and gives it to Nova. Instead of receiving her phone, Nova still pretends to be busy with her.

"Okay, thank you. Just put the table here" said Nova.

After that, Vika went out of the room. Not yet set foot on the stairs, Nova's shrill voice was heard again.

"Vikaaaa!"

"Ck, brother magic this one possessed what the hell?" grouse Vika.

This time Vika just looked into the room.

"Please help me upin my reclet dong!" pinta Nova's.

"Sister, this zipper has stayed two inches. Time can't?"

"Udah, not much b*cot!" exciting Nova.

The calling event continued for half an hour. But what Nova told him should be able to do himself.

"Sister, please, I am ...." Vika's eyes widened.

"My ass!" yell Vika.

As fast as lightning, Vika came down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen, the smoke from the frying pan had already billowed. The chicken, which was supposed to be golden like her wedding ring, had now turned into a black steel chicken. Seeing the unfortunate fate of his fried chicken Vika felt concerned.

"It's very sad for your fate" said Vika while staring at the chicken nanar.

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The boredom attacked Vika that afternoon. After weighing up, Vika finally decided to enjoy the twilight in the city park. He moved from his lying position and grabbed the origin of the sweater hanging on the door of the room.

“My eyes!” yelled Vika while closing her eyes with the palm of her hand.

Vika accidentally saw the same scene as two months ago. The couple who live in the same house with him is busy exchanging saliva.

“Please dong, you guys if you want to make out do not just any place!” exclaim Vika.

“What is your business? After all, this is our home!” said Nova while struggling spoiled in the lap of Mahen.

Mahen remained silent not responding. From his face seemed to be holding back his passion and anger at the same time. The man's eyes looked red.

“There go if you want to go, don't disturb us!” expel Nova.

“Bothering? It is you who are disturbing. Always kissing in any place. It used to be in a public place, now in the living room. Is your room less spacious?” grouse Vika.

“Shut!” shouted Mahen.

The man has now changed position. Now he stands while holding his first wife's slim body. Highlight his eyes that were like flames looked so scary to Vika. He always could not argue when Mahen had given the order.

“If you want to go, go! I won't mind it. In exchange, never take care of my life! If you meet me pretend you don't know me!” exclaim Mahen.

Vika just looked down listlessly. It's not just Mahen and Nova who don't want this marriage. He also does not want to if not for the circumstances. But why as if Vika is the main cause of this marriage.

Mahen footsteps away, Vika ventured to look at her husband's back.

“I don't want this either, Brother. Even until this moment I still have not thought about marriage,” said Vika.

After walking for 15 minutes, Vika finally arrived at the city park. That day the atmosphere looked bright, although there were some spoiled black clouds in the orange sky.

Vika sat on an empty bench accompanied by the cold winds of September. While enjoying the twilight, a call came in. Vika looks at the screen of her phone, then receives the call.

“Halo ... Vica. Busy again?”

“No, Mom. What's up?”

“Mommy wants to remind, five more days of Dies Natalis event. You can go home, right?”

“Gosh, yes, Bu.” It's almost Vika's forgetfulness if the mother doesn't remind.

“Vika want to go home when?” ask mother.

“Let Vika call again yes, Bu?”

The conversation lasted for 20 minutes. Her mother's phone call could make Vika's heart warm. A warmth that he never got in his home life.

Sufficient but monochrome life. Very inversely proportional when he lived a simple life with his mother. While he was busy comparing his current and former life, a speck of rain began to fall to greet him. He raised his hands, enjoying every drop of rain that entered his skin pores.

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