Sharing Love: Second Wife

Wanna Go Home

As promised, tonight the King stays at Vika's house. Nola also stayed there because of Vincent's request. Be the four of them holding an impromptu camp.

The king set up two tents assisted Vincent, more precisely pestered. While Vika and Nola are preparing some snacks in the kitchen.

After setting up the tent, King and Vincent held a small mattress in front of the tent. Two men of different ages are now sitting on it while enjoying the breeze of the night. Suddenly Vincent's little mouth asked about his grandmother.

"Papa Raja knows Grandma?"

"Sure! Why?"

"Is grandma exactly the same as the one in the photo?"

"Your grandmother is prettier than the one seen in the photo" said the King, looking up at Vincent, who was staring at the sky with a sprinkling of stars.

"Last night, Chen dreamed of meeting with grandma. He asked if I was okay."

"Then, what did Chen say?"

"I answer that I'm fine" Chen said, smiling innocently.

"Chen wants to go home to Bandung," the boy said with a lowered head.

"Later, if the school holidays .. we look at grandma. Okay?"

"But the school holidays are still long, Pa." Vincent's gaze was full of despair.

"Well, this weekend we go to Bandung."

Vincent smiled broadly. The boy drowned in the arms of the King. The uncle gently stroked Vincent's hair. The affection of the uncle and nephew ended when Nola and Vika came out from the kitchen.

"Ehem! There's something else friendly, nih!" Nola Goda.

"Yes, my mom wasn't hugged!" vika said with a sulking expression.

Now Vincent runs towards his mother, then stretches out his arms to hug Vika. The woman crouched down so Vincent could hug her body. Now Vika was confined in the arms of her son. He inhaled in the scent of eucalyptus oil that was emanating from Vincent's body.

"Let's eat!" bring Nola.

Eventually the four of them started burning the sausage and some other snacks. They enjoyed the camp that night under the dense sky decorated with stars.

The four human children were throwing jokes at each other, singing, and playing some games. Now the owl's voice began to be heard, and the night wind felt bone-chilling.

"Papa .. bobok ...," whined Vincent as he rubbed his eyes.

"Come, sleep!" exclaim the King then carried Vincent's body and entered the tent.

"I put Chen to bed first" said Vika and Nola.

Vika nodded with a smile. Nola was busy with her phone. The woman was arguing with Jimmy about the number of invitations to be distributed.

"Ish, it's so troublesome!" grouse Nola.

"Why again?" vika asked while rolling her eyeballs.

"I've taken into account the number of invitations, but this one creature always asks to add his quota!" Nola pressed her lips.

"There are so many trials of people who want to get married" said Vika while smiling wryly.

"Yes, you know what it's like?" A second later Nola realized his speech was wrong, if it could be pulled again he would do it.

Nola glanced doubtfully at Vika. His best friend's gaze was staring at the millions of stars in the sky. The smile on her lips was painful.

"Sorry ...," said Nola.

Vika now turned to look towards Nola. He then supported his chin while looking at his friend's heart.

"Sorry for what?"

Nola was silent. Now I hear Vika's breath sounding so heavy. Vika's gaze returned to the dark sky above.

"You know .. Everyone has their own destiny. I believe the time will come, I am in your position. Repot with the wedding preparations, a light argument regarding the marriage, and a haunting anxiety before the wedding."

"Vik ...." Nola's eyes began to condense hearing every strand of the word coming out from Vika's thick lips.

"You deserve your dream wedding. Doesn't every woman want to make that once-in-a-lifetime moment work? It's just .. I couldn't get it in my previous marriage" Vika said, throwing a warm glance at Nola, who was now in tears.

Nola stretched out both her hands. He wanted to give a little power to Vika. Vika's heart is now warmed. He always believes he will get happiness at the end of the road.

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The cold wind that night accompanied Vika who was still pensive in front of the tent. Memories of sweet memories with Mahen are back. He wants to fill his mind with fun things. As much as possible the woman threw away all the bad memories in the past. He did not want revenge to eat away at his heart.

"Not slept?" The King's voice made Vika's daydreams crumble.

"Yet. Chen's asleep?"

"Later on vacation we take him there," said Vika.

"He wants to be quick, I promise you this weekend."

"OKAY. It can be arranged," Vika said with a gentle smile.

Vika's smile seemed to bewitch the King. That night Vika's pretty face seemed to shine. The man wanted to try to express the feelings he had been craving all along. The King's gaze softened, he ventured to touch Vika's fingers.

The king slowly shifted his palm. When the surfaces of their skin touched each other, there was a strange glow in the King's heart. The feeling of regret for Vika has never diminished one bit. As much as possible he did not incise a wound on the woman's heart.

As he was about to act further, the King's hand movements stopped. His palm was now floating in the air. He abandoned his intention to express his feelings. He was afraid of disappointment.

Finally the King could only look up at the sky, entrust his love to the twinkling stars.

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The next day Vika takes Vincent to school. His son that day looked glum. Vika repeatedly asked Vincent about his feelings and condition.

"Chen, are you sure you want to go to school today? Do we just take a break?"

"Chen doesn't want permission! Isn't it the schedule for the hospital tomorrow? Chen doesn't want most skipping school, then stupid!" exclaim Vincent.

"If you're not feeling well, tell Miss Karen right away. Understood!"

"Yes, Mom," said Vincent with a smile.

After arriving at school, Vincent went straight into the classroom. As soon as the figure of her son disappeared behind the gate, Vika again drove forward her car. He was asked by the King to provide training to employees at his new tavern.

When he got to the front of the shop, he saw Suszy who was back to tease the King. The woman attached a pair of Balinese oranges to the King's arm.

"Currently, the seedlings of the castors are beginning to grow!" exclaimed Vika with an annoyed tone.

The woman stepped down from the car. His body is strapping with his chin slightly raised like a model who is walking on the catwalk. This time he did not want to be underestimated a second time.

As soon as he saw Vika come in, Suszy immediately retreated in order. Now Vika approached the King and then kissed the man's cheek. The King's cheeks were now met in red, his feelings could not be expressed in words. The flowers of romance were blooming deep in his heart.

"Sorry Miss Suszy, can I talk to my SU-A-MI?" Vika emphasized the word husband to make the snake woman away.

Without a word, Suszy now glared as she stomped her feet. Vika glanced towards the King.

"There is a soft .. but not a mattress, yes, sir?" vika Syndir.

"Ah, uh, how ... how?" ask the King suddenly stupid.

"Hm .. no way, Mr. King is the most innocent in the world," said Vika then pulled a chair and sat on it.

"What do you want to drink?" bargain King.

"No, I'm just for a minute. I guess today Brother King didn't come." Now Vika has a chin.

"Oh, Suszy called me. He said there were some things he still didn't understand."

"Oalah .. yes .. yes ...."

Their conversation continued to discuss some spare change. Suddenly Vika's phone rang. A call from a foreign number came in.

"Who?"

"Foreign number." Vika showed her now flashing phone screen.

She swiped the green button on the screen. Vika sharpened her hearing.

"Hello ... "

" ... "

Vika's world seemed to spin, its power was like evaporating into the air. His phone slumped and fell to the floor. Vika's tears are now dripping. Seeing Vika's chaotic condition, the King shook his arm.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering, Vika sobbed and started crying hysterically. Bad luck again greets poor Vika life.

"The chen! She ... "

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