Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Marry Me

"Oh, so this is your foster kid's shop?" Uncle Harits stared around the shop. He was slightly satisfied with the achievements of the two foster children Nadia. After the Hospital, Nadia took the time to stop by to see her two foster children.

He was satisfied, the shop that the two children managed was quite advanced than before. Many variations are made, as well as other creativity.

"Mother!" The two children who left finally returned. They were surprised to see Nadia and hugged the woman.

"How are you guys?" tanya Nadia took off a hug and rubbed the cheeks of the two children.

"We're fine, Mother. What about Mother? Is Mommy still sick?" ask one of them to know. Others are waiting, and want to know.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother is healed. Mommy just stopped by to see both of your children. You live well, don't forget your brothers in the foundation. Mother entrust them to you, Mother is old," said Nadia reminded the two that there are still sisters who must be financed.

"Mother calm down, we never forget them" the two replied. Nadia stopped there shortly. He just wanted to know the condition of both.

They continued their journey to Jakarta. Nadia smiled, waving as Uncle Harits' car drove away from the store.

"That's your two sons?" uncle Harits asked as he turned to Nadia for a moment before returning to focus on the road ahead.

"Yes, they are both very talented children. I gave them the capital to develop their skills, and it ended up like that. I did not expect the effort they built would advance that fast," thanks Nadia smiled satisfied with the achievements of her two foster children.

"Don't you want to see your boutique?" uncle Harits asked after he was almost out of the city of Rangkasbitung.

"No, I receive reports every day .. wait ...!"

Nadia turned to Uncle Harits with a suspicious look at him. He squinted his eyes, wondering in his heart who exactly the man beside him was.

"How did you know I have a boutique here?" nadia's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Uncle Harith let out a small laugh, he rubbed Nadia's face and covered her for a moment with his big palm.

"I know all about you, Nadia. I think your boutique here isn't as big as yours in Jakarta, is it?" Uncle Harith let out a mocking smile at Nadia who was gawking.

"Why do you also know that I have a boutique in Jakarta?" ask Nadia again. His surprise was not covered. Nadia was really surprised because Harits uncle even though he claimed to be an uncle, he was still relatively new to Nadia.

The man driving laughed. It was funny to see Nadia's face.

"Who doesn't know Naira's big name is also her pretty face. A young designer who is famous to foreign countries. I know you very well, Naira. Honey, here you are using Nadia's name."

Nadia widened her eyes hearing that. However, a moment later he sighed. No wonder for him to know it all saw from the finances he had up to seven derivatives will not run out. It was easy for him to find information about someone.

"I didn't know I was that famous" Nadia murmured softly.

"You just realized? Then, why are you wearing that mask and sunglasses when you come to this city?" sarcastic uncle Harits pointed at the mask and sunglasses that were still attached to Nadia's head.

"I just want to." Nadia shrugged both shoulders indifferently.

"I hardly ever appeared on television after the doctor sentenced me to kidney failure." Dark times once again revolved in his mind. Fortunately, everything has passed and now only memories remain that leave a trail of wisdom to lead him closer and to know God.

"You're a great woman, Nadia. It's just stupid. How could a great woman like you be crazy about that stupid man even marry her." Uncle Harits shook his head in wonder. Nadia tight-lipped. Is correct. Idiotically. He may be crazy about the married man.

"Married to me tomorrow. Only a man like me deserves to be your husband. Not like him," said uncle Harith from day to day getting weird according to Nadia.

My eyes widened, glaring at the man beside her. He sighs.

"Even if you can marry me, but for now I can't get married. I have to wait for my Iddah time to be married." Nadia rolled her eyes while turning away from him. Facing the window on the road that began to be crowded with vehicles.

"Iddah Time? What'sthat?" The old man's forehead is shriveled.

Nadia turned back to him, looking at them for a moment before turning to each other.

"Iddah is a waiting period. Had to wait for three holy times or three months and ten days, just got married," said Nadia with a straight forward view.

"Wait period? What do you want to wait for? You want to wait for him to bring you back like that, right?" ketus uncle Harits fiercely. Didn't like the way Ikram begged Nadia like he did in the parking lot.

"Not that, brother! Ish ... in that waiting period, worried about the pregnant wife. You cannot get married before the Iddah period is over. Besides, does Brother know he didn't refer me?" Nadia throbbing. He frowned when uncle Harith saw him sharp.

"I know he asked you back, didn't he? Hah .. such a man is not worth defending. What is expected of him? There aren't. Luckily, you haven't had a child with her yet. If only ... you must be getting harder to part with him," said uncle Harith without looking at Nadia.

Is correct. Fortunately, he has not been given a child with Ikram. If it had been, then it would have been difficult for him to break away. Nadia looked down at the words of uncle Harits who although sounding original, but always on target.

"How did you know he asked me to come back?" nadia asked as she looked at Uncle Harith with another look.

He chuckled before replying, "You don't know yet, yes if I can read someone's expression just one look?" He turned to the window avoiding Nadia's gaze.

"Oh .. Does that mean this big brother is a telematics expert? Like Roy Suryo or Abhimanyu, right?" Nadia curious. Is it true that the impressed man is always the origin of that talk, a telematist. A person who can read the expressions of others and interpret them.

"They're not my class. Ah ... Never mind, don't talk about it again." Uncle Harith shook his hand. I don't want the discussion about the Kram to continue. Nadia chuckled before falling silent.

The streets are getting crowded with big vehicles. Uncle Harits plays a song, just as long as it's real, but it's quite soothing. Nadia turned back to the window. Reflecting on her complicated life journey. How could she fall in love to end up being the second wife of a man who had three children.

Meet with the figure of uncle Harits whom he never knew before. Mama Sarah never talked about him. Is it true that Harith's uncle is his uncle or the younger brother of his father?

Nadia turned her head, looking at the man who was focused on driving.

"Sister, tell me who's your real brother?"

"I ...."