Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Jealousy or Envy?

Your smile is reflected in your sweet lips

Your wonderful memories of your time together with you

Just the time I wanted a quick pitch to come

I want to enjoy a night of love and affection.

Scribbles on a paper are done unconsciously. While carving a sweet smile, will occasionally laugh a little by yourself. I don't know what he's thinking. He sat waiting for the time to arrive, at the secretariat office of his cottage.

"What's he doing there?" muttered. The phone and push the call button. Connected. Unable to speak.

"Are Nadia busy, don't know if I miss her," he muttered again looking at the phone number with the name Humairah on his phone.

[Sorry, Mom. I'm still busy taking care of orders. When you're done, I'll call Mas.]

A complete incoming message with a photo showing the state of the factory.

[Yes already, Mas wait ba'da Dzuhur, yes. Now Mas wants to fill the study first.] Respond Ikram still with a happy smile that is clear on his lips.

He moved because his time to fill the study had arrived. Housewives congregations are held regularly every one Sunday on the same day. Ain will lead the prayers and tawassul to the Apostle before the study begins.

After dhikr and teaching, then the Ikram will come to fill the study. Science fiqh and tasawwuf which he studied with the women lovers of science.

"Bi, what about regular study to another city?" ain asked after the worshippers dispersed and they also returned.

"Yes .. as always, Mi. How else would you like? It is our routine every few months," said Ikram leaning back on the back of the sofa.

"Our kids are staying again?" Not willing to heart when remembering the study outside the city will take at least three days.

"'And now there is Nadia who can take care of the children. Umi does not need to worry anymore when leaving her, after all the children seem to be comfortable with her mother," replied Ikram straightforwardly.

Something rippled in Ain's heart when Ikram mentioned the word Mother. A moment Ain forgot that he currently had honey. He smiled with a wounded heart.

"Abi's right. Want Umi to make you some coffee?" tawar Ain diverted the conversation to drive away the whack. Ikram nodded his head.

"Just put it on the table, Abi wants to go to the bathroom first," said Ikram while going to the bathroom to pay his wishes.

Ain simply nodded and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. A cup of hot coffee is now on the table. Isng Ain opened his cell phone looking through social media accounts.

Suddenly Ikram's phone vibrated, glimpsed by the name on the screen.

"Maha?" murmured Ain with a frown. He saw the photo of the caller immediately his heart felt pained.

"One night the call that Abi gave to him" Ain said, holding back the pain that came to his heart. The heat of his eyes, twitching his fertilizer held the water ready to go down at any time.

"Eye?" he complained as he tried to make the name 'Umi' that appeared, "why did Abi give a friendly call for him while for me not?" the more pain Ain's heart felt. Only this morning felt that the Kram belonged to only one, but now he knew the Sacred Heart had been completely divided.

He smiled bitterly, laughing at the fate of his self that had been betrothed to love. Not only love, but also sharing a husband.

Ain hurriedly put the Ikram phone into place as the bathroom door sounded open.

"Mi?" reprimanding Ikram when he found Ain sitting daydreaming on the sofa, "why? How come, so moody?" tanyanya sat in her place and sipped the coffee that Ain provided.

"Ah .. It's okay, Bi. Umi just feel tired, Umi want to go to the room first and put Nafisah to sleep," said Ain without waiting for a response to the Pledge he moved with his youngest daughter to the room.

Ikram stared at the puzzled back of Ain who was away. Inwardly wondering what happened to his wife? All of Ikram's thoughts were interrupted as his phone shook. Nadia called him back.

With a sumringah smile, Ikram received a call and started a conversation with his second wife. Little attention is given to the Ikram, such as asking about his condition, his lunch, and what he does.

Ain was getting sicker to hear it, he had not reached the room when Ikram mobile phone shakes caught his mouth.

"Yes Allah .. strengthen the heart of the servant, strengthen the servant!" please while biting his lips pressed all the tightness that came squeezing.

Not wanting to listen to Ikram and Nadia's affection on the phone, he rushed to his room. Lying the body with Nafisah is still with the heart wound back open. It was so heavy, so heavy to bear all the feelings that were in his chest.

But how else? Nadia also deserves the attention of Ikram because she is also the woman married to her husband. It cannot be selfish.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" Ain recited the sentence continuously to calm his heart.

Remembering the messages they read, a friendly message that was never absent was done every morning and night when he did not stay at Nadia's house.

He closed his eyes, water droplets coming down from his corms. The sign of his heart is very painful about the happiness they are feeling.

"What if he becomes me? What if he's in my position?" he lamented again with bitter sobs.

"Astaghfirullah al - 'adhiim .. astaghfirullah al - 'adhiim! Why do I keep complaining? O Allah .. I have opened a gap for the devil to enter the temptations of faith. Forgive the servant, O Allah," said Ain when he realized he should not complain anything about the destiny that had been outlined for him.

Ain stroked his heart encouraging chest to be able to accept with true sincerity. He sat down with Nafisah and fell asleep. While Ikram is still cool talking in the middle room via telephone connection.

The night came, Nadia was happy with what the doctor said today that her condition was improving. However, he still needs a kidney donor to make it normal again.

Ain stared at the back of Ikram away from his house. Behind the window of his room he can clearly see the figure of Ikram who just came out of the mosque and went straight to Nadia's house which was blocked by the gate of the foundation.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" he said while stroking the chest and closing the window curtain. He encouraged me not to cry this time. Convince her heart that Nadia also has the same rights as him.

That feeling ... jealousy or envy? "I'm jealous, O God!" moan Ain clenched his hands on his chest. A sense of sebak increasingly spread in his chest cavity. Provides pain and tightness that increasingly constricts his heart. It hurts, but he has to be willing to endure it.

"Let it be, when Abi is being drunk with love by my madam."