Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Transaction

AIN'S STUPIDITY

Ain who got a call from someone who did not know his name, rushed to the place. Prospective factory buyers that he advertised himself. Ain brought everything he needed, including Sarah and Ikram's covenant letter. He took an ojek to Nadia's factory.

His heart was happily immeasurably happy, his smile expanding all the way to the promised location. He rushed down and walked quickly after paying his motorcycle fare.

His smile flashed while his eyes saw a middle-aged man wearing a black suit sitting in a shop not far from the factory. Ain sped up his pace, not wanting to make his prospective buyers wait too long.

"Assalamu'alaikum, did you call me earlier?" sapa Ain so up near the man in question was sitting.

The man opened his sunglasses while smiling at Ain. Her partially whitened hair did not make her stoutness disappear.

"Right, it was me. The factory owner's mother?" asked the man with his calm and elegant demeanor.

"Really, Sir. I'm the owner of this factory." Ain smiled incessantly. I can't wait to see the pile of money in front of her eyes.

"Please, sit! Order a drink first," he asked, pointing at the opposite chair. Ain nodded, then sat down on the designated chair without removing the smile from his lips.

The man called the owner of the stall and asked him to make a drink for Ain. Silent. For a few moments there was no conversation between them until the shop owner came to bring him a warm cup of tea that reflected smoke.

"Please!" He pointed at the teacup while looking at Ain who was still silent. Ain picked up the cup, sipped the contents inside for a while and placed it again on the table.

"So how, Mom? Are you sure you'll sell this factory? Wouldn't it be a pity if it was sold?" A series of questions from prospective buyers open the word and language.

Ain smiled, he nodded his head despite the hesitation starting to perch in his heart.

"Well ... How else, sir? This factory has not been running for a long time, my foster children in the foundation have to eat and need education costs. I intend to sell this factory because I want to open another more promising business," Ain replied bringing orphans as a reason to attract the sympathy of prospective buyers.

The man nodded his head understanding. He glanced at the empty factory that had been unused for a long time before returning to Ain who was waiting impatiently.

"But what I heard, this factory belongs to a transfer from Jakarta, is that right?" ask carefully. Ain stiffened, seconds later who was smiling.

"It's true, and the son is my husband's second wife. This factory was handed over to my husband by his mother-in-law. So, my husband asked her to sell it because this factory has not been running for a long time" Ain explained a little nervously.

The eyes of the prospective buyer become doubtful. Because, he did not want to buy something that would be a dispute later on.

Ain saw a doubt on the face of his prospective buyer. He thought. Do not want to lose the prospective money that is in front of his eyes.

"What are you doubting! I have his will," Ain continued after thinking and finally remembered a will from Sarah.

The man quietly waited, he sipped the coffee in his cup leaving a sense of doubt.

"Ah .. This, sir. It's a power of attorney my husband's mother-in-law wrote before he died." Ain gave the power of attorney to his prospective buyers.

The man accepted it, he wore glasses to be able to read each letter strung together on the paper. He nodded his head satisfied after perusing the contents of the power of attorney.

Ain began to feel anxious. Doubt was clearly drawn on his face, what if this man was a fraud. However, his eyes bulged wide as the man in front of him took out a suitcase and put it on the table.

"This is as DP first, please check the contents! The remaining three days we meet in accordance with the agreement we made," said the man as he opened the suitcase and handed it to Ain.

Ain gulped nervously while his money eyes stared at the pile of money in the suitcase. He rubbed the sweat that suddenly poked on his forehead.

This money? Is this really money?

His eyes blinked and opened many times to make sure the red paper in the suitcase was money. Ain took one tie and examined it. Right, that's all the money.

He said this is new DP, how is the repayment? Will there be more? This plant is very expensive if sold. The stupid creed, even more so Nadia.

His heart that was hairy like a caterpillar muttered happily. He had even devised a plan for what he would do with that kind of money. Let Ikram not know, and he must not know about this.

"How, Ma?" The male voice in front of him jolted Ain's daydream. He pulled his consciousness back quickly.

"Ah .. i-iya, sir. Yes ... I take this, the rest three days from now," Ain replied. His hands swiftly closed the suitcase and pulled it into his lap.

The man smiled with satisfaction. He said goodbye and returned with a power of attorney in hand as well as some factory documents. Ain is stupid. He went to a nearby mosque to move the money in the suitcase into the bag he was carrying.

His mouth was endlessly muttering happily. He put the money in a bag. Careful. The goal is for everyone not to be suspicious of him who brings a lot of money. Especially Ikram and Yuni. He did not want his pet to ask for a share of the money.

Ain out of mushola. He threw the suitcase in the trash before continuing his steps while tightly holding the bag in his hand. Ain went back to the ojek, came home. His heart was endlessly blooming. Her lips continued to pin a happy smile.

His mind was busy thinking of plans for the future. Busy, whatever he does. Maybe he'll just leave Ikram and live alone. The man was no longer rich and there was nothing more to expect from him. What is maintained for? Just trouble.

Yuni, Ain was not willing to share the dime he got with him. Ah ... she remembered there was a transaction that day at her house. Ain again planned, his greedy soul tempered. He will ask for a share of the money from the sale of children in the foundation. Clever.

Money ... money .. money!

Money is not good to eat. As the old saying goes, chickens don't like money. However, money .. so short a word is heard, it always has a great impact on human nature. For money, sometimes people don't look at blood. For money, people can do anything.

Ain frowned anxiously at the sight of the Ikram motor that had also just entered the gate. He was afraid Ikram was suspicious of the bag he was carrying. Ain glanced at the bag in his arms, patting it several times to make its shape invisible. He walked with Ikram and Ruby.

The voice of the debate was clearly heard all the way to the courtyard. The three people quickened the pace of wanting to know what was happening.

"Why isn't it your only son who isn't clear who his father is you're selling to them!"

The cream froze, as did Ain. Only Ruby continued the steps to enter the house.

"What!" Their voices made Yuni pale.