Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Demon

"Mother, will Mother take all of Mother's belongings?" asked Bilal after enjoying the food that uncle Harith had bought earlier.

"Mmm .. no. There's nothing important there already" Nadia replied after thinking for a while.

Bilal mangut-mangut understood. There was one child who was struggling spoiled in Nadia's lap. He was four years old when he left. Nadia rubbed the boy's hair making him comfortable.

"Mother, don't go anymore, do you?" ask her with a typical toddler voice. Nadia smiled as they looked at her.

"Mother cannot promise, but Mother will often visit you here" he replied. The boy hugged Nadia's body. Close-fitting. He wanted to stay like this before the mother left again.

"Bak, if all of Nadia's belongings are not used anymore. What if you should just give it to the santri at the cottage. They must be happy. Nadia's style is still good" suggested Mother who sat down with him.

"But that's the one I'm wearing, Mom. Is it okay to give it to them?" Nadia does not feel good if she has to give her used items to others.

"Although used, but it's still good. Still very wearable. Honey if left alone," said Mother again reassuring.

"Yes, how good. Just take what is still useful and give it to them. For those who are not worthy, just buried," said Nadia. Mom nodded her head.

"Mom, see Brother Harits? Where is he?" nadia asked only realized that Harits' uncle was not there.

"Oh .. just came out. He said he'd take a look." Nadia nodded her head. He remembered Yuni. How's the lady doing? Is he still here?

"Yes, Mom. How's Yuni doing? Is he still here?" Nadia looked curiously at Mom.

"If Yuni, yes ... from the beginning also she was already like that. No wonder they are rarely home now. Yuni spent more time outside, what's more now that Ruby doesn't exist," Mother replied again while imagining Yuni's behavior lately.

Nadia kept talking with Mom while waiting for time. He also misses the babbling of his foster children.

Meanwhile, Harith's uncle walks around the house that Nadia used to live in. The simple house looks clean because Mother and children always take good care of it.

He glanced at the gate of the cottage and also the mosque. The santri then passed by in the worship area. Women and men entered the mosque. A sight he would never find in his world.

Uncle Harits stepped closer and closer to the gate. He just wants to know what kind of santri life in the pesantren. The holy verses of the Qur'an are melodious from mouth to mouth.

Uncle Harith was not a person who understood religion, but at least he was not hypocritical in front of everyone. He is indeed lay about teaching religious knowledge, but about teaching himself uncle Harits at least know and understand.

He turned his gaze to the mang Sarif who was sweeping the courtyard of the house of Ikram. The old man was still employed by the man who had the title of ustadz to serve as a maid. The mirror!

Inadvertently the eyes of uncle Harith caught one creature so-called who had just entered the courtyard of the house of Ikram. His inner eyes worked well, he could tell what kind of creature was walking there with just one look.

He smiled, teasing the creature for a while seemed like fun.

"Wah .. wah .. I would not believe that in this hut there is a snake demon wandering around if only my eyes did not see it directly." Uncle Harits formed a smile on his lips. He even blinked a flirtatious eye as the creature turned its head because it heard his words earlier.

Uncle Harith dropped his chin on the foundation gate wall. He was still smiling looking at Yuni who was now in his place.

His forehead wrinkled, guessing who the man who was staring flirtatiously at him was. Uncle Harith waved, as if he was interested in Yuni. A red tinge appeared on both of Yuni's cheeks.

That handsome and dazzling Uncle Harith managed to make Yuni's heart pound with his smile. Sweet, the two small dimples on her cheeks added a sweet impression to her smile.

Yuni blushed, she had already entered into Uncle Harith's trap. Yuni's eyes glanced at the car parked in front of the foundation hall. His breath was restrained when he recognized the type of car.

He's rich! Who her?

Uncle Harits took a look at his car. "That's my car. Looks like you know a lot of luxury stuff, huh? Seen from your reaction just now when you saw that car." Uncle Harith smiled condescendingly as well as mocking Yuni.

"I am a lover of luxury goods. One of those cars over there." Yuni pointed at uncle Harits' car with her chin. He acted as if he was indeed a rich man like uncle Harith.

He's approaching, where's the baby going? No one knows where the poor baby is. I don't know where Yuni hid it.

"Yuni!" He stretched out his hand to shake with uncle Harith.

The man shuddered. He stared at the hands hanging in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm allergic to contact with strangers I don't know like you. My hands can itch and I won't stop scratching them later." Uncle Harith throttled his lips. Uncle Harith knows something about Yuni.

"Oh ...." Yuni pulled her hand back. He looked at the beautiful face of uncle Harith. Perfect. Not flawed in the figure of the man in front of him. Yuni is getting hotter, there is a desire to have in her heart.

"Who is this father? Why is it in the foundation?" yuni asked puzzledly looking for what call was suitable for the man.

Uncle Harits laughs. The children refused to call the Father.

"Am I your husband's father until you call him Father? I am handsome and young, I do not deserve to be called Father. Too old for this beautiful face, you know!" said uncle Harits while holding his face and rubbing his chin slowly.

The masculine fragrance that oozed out from her body, made Yuni want to linger with her. Uncle Harits smiled, especially when he saw the perverted face that Yuni displayed.

"Why are they peeking in there?" Uncle Harith pointed at the window of the mosque where several pairs of eyes were looking towards them.

Yuni turned around, she was indifferent. No matter their view.

"Leave it. So, sir, are you making a donation or are you willing to take one of the children? All of that can be done through me" Yuni said with a bright smile as she found a brilliant idea in her small brain.

Is correct. Why didn't he just use them to earn money. Hearing that, uncle Harits' eyebrows shot up next to him. He knew what the purpose of Yuni's speech was.

"Can I take the child from here?"