Sharing Love: Second Wife

Secuil Nova's Story

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My name is Nova Adisti Kenanga. I was raised by Bang Jamal, a curly-haired market thug, and had a thick beard. The man with a hoarse voice like the rocker, gave me shelter and food.

I live in a cuddly house with a few other children. Unworthy scum clothes stick to our thin bodies.

My childhood was far from happy. Me and my friends are taped to be tough and resilient people. Bang Jamal teaches some stealing, pickpocketing, and cheating skills. Yes, I was educated to be a criminal under the guise of a busker.

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That night, I and another friend gathered in front of Bang Jamal's house. We all pay out the revenue earned. Until the time came, I handed the results busking at the red light.

"Nova! Comehere! Where's your deposit today?" Bang Jamal shouted while counting the money gathered on the table.

My little feet slowly approached Bang Jamal. I handed you a candy wrapper filled with bushy pennies today. My hands were trembling because I knew what would happen next.

"What, this!" shout Bang Jamal. His eyes bulged, then tossed the coins I collected all day.

Bang Jamal moved his foot closer. I can only bow down, waiting for the punishment from Bang Jamal. Unexpectedly, the ferocious man rubbed my hair gently.

I ventured to look into his eyes. He smiled at me, I foolishly smiled. Instantly Bang Jamal's smile faded away and a deafening scream changed.

"Bas based on a rancid boy! Why smile!" Jemari Bang Jamal now grabbed my hair, and dragged my skinny body out of the shabby bedeng house.

"God, Bang! Tomorrow Nova will bring more money! Pain, Bang! Forgive me!" I cried out hoping that Bang Jamal would give his forgiveness for me.

That night Bang Jamal didn't let me into the house. I limped through the crowd of the Capital City, and stopped as I passed in front of a restaurant.

"Lapar ...," I said as I held the increasingly wrapped stomach.

I stared at the people who came in and out of the restaurant wearing expensive clothes. I sat down in front of him because there was no energy left.

"You, want to eat?" ask a boy.

Hearing the voice of the boy greeting, I looked up. He wears clean clothes and looks expensive. I only nodded weakly because I could not help but hold back my hunger.

"In a moment, I'll tell Mama" the boy said and walked into the restaurant.

Shortly after, the white boy came with a bag that seemed to contain food. He gave it to me with a sweet smile.

"My name is Loui, what's your name?" loui asked as she thrust her hand out to shake hands, I was hesitant at first. In order to maintain politeness, I reached for Loui's fingers. The man's hand was very smooth, inversely proportional to the rough skin of my hand.

So, look, yeah, it's like shaking hands with rich people.

From that moment on, we became close friends. Both of Loui's parents often bought her clothes, and one time they met Bang Jamal to adopt me. However, the market thug refused on the grounds that he loved me like a child.

Besides Loui, I also have one more friend, Rico. She's a child busker just like me. The difference is that he has parents who love him very much.

Like professional singers, we often duet when busking at red lights and city buses. Rico sometimes gives half the money. He knows very well how my fate ends if the deposit money is lacking.

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Suddenly my life changed that night. The day I helped a handsome man who was in a motorcycle accident on a deserted street. He is Mahendra Putra Dirgantara.

"Can you please take care of Mahen until he's fully healed?" Mr. Theo's voice was like a soothing morning dew.

"You can, sir," I said stammered as I did not expect to get an offer that could free me from Bang Jamal's entanglement.

"good. Starting today, you can work for Mahen."

The whole time I was next to Mahen. Preparing all his personal needs and helping Mahen to get back on his feet, became my main task.

When I'm free I often draw some designs to kill time. Unbeknownst to me, Mahen asked Mr. Theo to pay for my college.

"Nova, I'll pay for your college. Learn the diligent! Keep developing your talent!" mr. Theo said as he thrust an envelope at me.

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One day Mahen expressed his feelings. He also intends to marry me. Pleased? For sure. I just nodded in agreement, despite not having the same feelings as Mahen. My goal at that time, just want to have a high social status so that Bang Jamal does not continue to bother me.

In the second year we got married, everything was fine. Until finally my mother-in-law, Miss Winda continued to urge the problem of momongan. At first I just kept quiet and ignored him. Until finally in the fourth year Mr. Theo began to speak about the descent.

"Mahen, just join the baby tube program. Papa, will pay whatever the cost is needed," said Papa while sipping his black coffee.

"Nova and I agreed to have children in the most normal way possible, Pa!" mahen shouted while raising a sharp gaze towards Papa.

"You guys are too relaxed! Papa also needs a successor for the continuity of the next business!" Mr. Theo went away We died.

I can only be bowed lethargic, all efforts actually We have done in order to immediately have offspring. However, God still did not want to blow the soul into my womb.

In the fifth year of marriage, Mama suddenly asked Mahen to marry again. Classic reason being the trigger. Mama wants to hold a grandchild soon. Don't ask me how my heart breaks. However, I can't do anything.

I agreed to the marriage with a heavy heart. To be honest, I've been too comfortable with all the facilities provided by the Aerospace family. Besides, half of my heart already belongs to Mahen. I fell in love with her.

During my new married life, the various ways I did so that Vika - Mahen's second wife - did not feel at home in our domestic relationship. Even in a matter of months, the woman could steal Mahen's heart. It made me so devastated.

Small fights almost occur every day, because jealousy dominates my heart and mind. At its peak, Me and Mahen had a big storm on our wedding anniversary.

When my household was almost at the tip of the horn a call came into my smartphone. Rico, my childhood best friend suddenly appeared and offered help after listening to my outpouring of heart.

An evil plan We put together to get rid of Vika from the Aerospace family. Once I got rid of that woman, I had to fight to melt my husband's heart.

Ever since Vika left the Aerospace family, Mahen has driven me even crazier because of his cold attitude. Am I wrong in trying to maintain the integrity of my household?

Until one day Miss Winda came to me at the boutique. He came with his arrogant look.

"Get it right if it can't give me offspring!"

Those words always ring in my ears. Until finally, I decided to try the dirty way. I went to see Rico to ask him for help. For the sake of getting offspring, I was willing to drop my pride as a wife.

"Can you help me, Rico?" ask my little friend.

"What can I do for you, Nov?" Rico's eyes looked at me with seriousness.

"Please, sleep with me!"

At once Rico's eyes widened, his mouth gaping wide, and the body that was originally leaning on the chair was now sitting upright. I can follow his entanglement. But my brain is dead.

Rico took what I asked on one condition. After I managed to conceive, she didn't want me to avoid her for whatever reason.

Thanks to Rico's help, I was finally able to conceive Maura. Mahen's heart slowly began to melt from then on. Our happiness has felt more complete since Maura was born in the world. Still imprinted in my memory how Mahen worried during my labor.

"Darling, you're great! You can do it!" Mahen continued to hold my hand during the process of giving birth to Maura. The man's kiss was calming.

My sweat was pouring out during labor. As much as possible I pushed according to what the doctor instructed. A feeling of relief permeated my heart when I heard Maura's cry break.

The little baby was born with snow-white skin, her hair thick and black, Red red lips made her face look perfect.

"Look, our daughter is so pretty, honey." Mahen showed Maura sleeping in her arms.

But all my happiness was gone instantly. My world is turned upside down because of my own actions. I realize what we reap today is the result of the seeds we sow. May God still be kind, giving me a chance to improve.

~Nova POV End~

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