Sharing Love: Second Wife

Dies Natalis

Vika's body crumbled dimly after a day of work at home. Work that should have been finished by noon, molasses like melted mozzarella cheese. Yes, today's job just finished midnight because Nova complicates things.

"Oh, it's really inhumane!" grouse Vika while gently massaging her own shoulders.

The clock shows at 23:30 as Vika slips her legs.

"Ah, it's like this. Tomorrow go to my mother's house" said Vika while yawning.

I don't think Vika's eyes are closed. His sleepiness could no longer be restrained.

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Mahen stretched his muscles as he reached the middle chamber. Unlike usual, the lights are still bright. Usually when he comes home from work the middle room looks dimly lit from the floor lamp in the corner of the room.

Slowly Mahen approached the sofa, it turned out that the figure of his second wife was sleeping there.

"Ck, he said he wanted to go home. Why are you still here?" gerutu Mahen's.

When he was about to wake Vika up, he suddenly tucked away a feeling of pity. Mahen's hand stopped after finding the beautiful woman delirious.

"Mom, lonely Vika. Wanna go home .. hiks .. hiks." Vika delirious while shedding tears.

Unknowingly Mahen's fingers touched Vika's hair. He tucked the boy's hair behind his ear. Just this time Mahen saw the face of his second wife directly and in detail. Her face looks plain and pretty without makeup. Mahen's heart was pounding faster. Almost his heart wavers if Vika does not open her eyes.

Mahen was aghast, from a bent position he immediately stood up straight.

"I-I just woke you up! Why haven't you come home, huh?!" mahen exclaimed while pointing at Vika.

Vika who just woke up just yawned and rubbed her eyes that were still sleepy.

"Hoaaamppph, yes, tomorrow I will go home" said Vika as she got up from the sofa.

Without caring for Mahen, Vika stepped foot into her room. Mahen looked at Vika's back until it disappeared behind the door. After actually entering the room, Mahen threw his body onto the sofa.

"Huh, it's hot! Looks like I have to call the AC service exchange tomorrow!" gerutu Mahen's.

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The next day Vika was ready with a tote bag containing her clothes. She puts a little bit of her face on her pretty face.

"OK .. You're so beautiful today Vika! You are a tough, smart girl, and love to save! You have a bright future, as bright as the faces of the artists who are suspended in whitening cream! Yoookkk spirit!" Vika tries to give herself morning motivation in front of the mirror.

After that Vika stepped out of the room. His lips smiled widely until he saw Mahen who was enjoying a cup of coffee. It feels like Vika does not care about the existence of her fake husband. However, it feels impolite and he will have the label of the ungodly wife of the future inhabitants of hell from the angel Atid (the angel in charge of recording bad charity in Islam).

"Ehm, I'm leaving, sister," said Vika.

"Hem," Mahen replied as he sipped his coffee.

Vika approached extending her hand. Seeing Vika's behavior, Mahen reached into his pocket. He took out an ATM card from his wallet, then gave it to Vika. Seeing Mahen's behavior, Vika just gawked.

"I'm saying this, not asking for money!" exclaim Vika.

"Hlah, yes! That's why I love you this," Mahen said as he pointed at the ATM card that was above Vika's palm.

"Any! Got a guy!" grouse Vika.

"Hopefully? Meanin? Still this morning? Don't make a storm!" exclaim Mahen.

"Ck, here's your hand!"

Mahen with his obedience thrust out his right hand. Vika puts Mahen's ATM card on the table, then welcomes the man's hand. Then Vika kisses the back of Mahen's hand with reverence.

"I don't need an ATM, I still have enough money for an online taxi! I just want your blessing as a husband, that's all!" vika said after releasing her hand from Mahen.

Mahen was just speechless, this was really one of the new things in his life. As a child, she did not see her mother doing anything like that when she left the house. His mother only asked for his father's unlimited credit card. Same with Nova, his first wife.

"Well, I'll go home first. All right at home, don't miss!" said Vika while smiling mischievously at Mahen.

"August, Honey! I want a boutique event. I'll go first, okay?" pamit Nova's.

The beautiful woman reached out her hand, and Mahen greeted her hoping Nova would kiss the back of her hand just like Vika had just done. But Nova just fell silent and smiled.

"Darling! What are you doing? Where's the ATM card?"

"Ah, yes! It's." Mahen offered a black ATM card.

After getting what he wanted, Nova kissed Mahen's lips and then stepped out of the house. Mahen was still stunned to find two attitudes of his wife who was opposite.

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The atmosphere of the capital's streets this morning was bustling smoothly. Vika started humming while in the taxi. It seems like I haven't seen my mother in a long time.

After traveling 30 minutes, Vika finally arrived at the modest house owned by her mother. In the yard there are flower pots neatly lined up. His mother often told me on the phone that she was a fever ornamental plants. Most pots contain chrysanthemum flowers of various colors.

Vika knocked on the door with a thumping heart. Before long the door in front of him creaked and opened. A warm smile that he so longed to welcome the arrival of Vika.

"Mother, Vika kangen!" vika exclaimed as she slammed into her mother's embrace.

"Sama, mom's kangen too. Yuk, come in first! I've cooked your favorite Betawi soto" said Ms. Lasmi.

That day Vika spent joking with her mother. They both told each other about the days. Her mother is always busy with a pile of clothes orders, and Vika is pretending to be busy with work.

"Well, it's night. I'm fucking up, Vik."

"Mother sleeps first, Vika wants to move clothes to the closet."

"How long does Vika want to stay here?"

"Not yet to know Mom. Vika wants here aja nemenin Mom," said Vika while hugging Miss Lasmi.

"Basic! Already, mommy sleeps first huh?" pamit Bu Lasmi while kissing Vika's head.

After making sure her mother entered the room, Vika also entered her room. There, he began to unpack his suitcase.

"Abaya, skirts, shoes, and .... " Vika will pass all the items for the graduation day after tomorrow.

But how surprised Vika when she found the toga she had prepared long ago was out of shape. His robes were tattered camping, his slabers had tassels along the sides, and the hat string was already separated from his hat. Seeing the chaos, Vika sat down limp. Just a day's stay tomorrow for her to find another toga.

"It must be Nova's sister!" said Vika.

He opened a market place to find a new toga. But had to wait a few days to get to his hands. The only way is to have mom make her a new robe and slaber if you can't buy anywhere else.

The next day Vika asked her mother to make a new robe. He and Ms. Lasmi had to shop for materials first. They just got home in the afternoon. Luckily, Miss Lasmi is used to working with such a narrow deadline. In 3 hours the robe and slaber are already hanging neatly.

"Mom is the best!" said Vika.

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That morning Balairung was filled with students who would be graduated. One of them is Vika. Feelings of happiness and should envelop him. Moreover, when he got the title cumlaude with the highest GPA of one generation. S.A.B (Bachelor of Business Administration) degree is now embedded behind his name.

A proud smile expands on Ms. Lasmi's lips. Being a pride for him, because he was able to finance Vika school even though through a lot of drama.

"Congratulations, Vik! I'm proud of you!"

"Mom, thank you. All this time has worked hard to finance Vika's education," said Vika while hugging her mother's body.

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