Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Punishment Awaiting

"Sister!" prevent Nadia while holding Harits uncle's hand and looking at him pleading.

Uncle Harith turned the lazy eyeball, he raised his hand asking the heavy equipment bearers not to do the destruction. The heavy equipment instantly stopped roaring, motionless. Hysterical students can also breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why are you still defending him?" uncle Harith's murmur was not pleased. He clucked annoyed with Nadia's naive attitude according to him.

"Look in there!" Nadia pointed at the group of santri who stood in fear. Again uncle Harith's tongue clucked though upset, but seeing the frantic spies of the santri he did not have the heart either. His breathing sounded heavy.

"They've gone too far, Nadia!" uncle Harith's wrath could not help himself. Nadia shook her head, not the Ikram she thought, but the fate of the santri in it who would be affected by the destruction. They are innocent.

"Enough their laws, not the santri!" pinta Nadia again with a very. Uncle Harits relented.

"You are so lucky, my future wife does not have the heart to see the shelter of the santri I destroyed. In fact, they have lost their parent figure" said uncle Harits unhappy. He was angry when Ikram and Ain looked at him. The two men gulped as they stared with sharp eyes from Uncle Harith.

The cream that had stiffened, again felt relieved.

"Just report them to the police. The crimes committed by the woman are unforgivable. He eats up the rights of orphans, he also makes an innocent orphan woman suffer. Extortion of mother and child at once. I'm sure, you never knew that your greedy wife had taken advantage of the agreement between you and Sarah by asking her for money, didn't you!" Uncle Harith smiled cynically at Ikram who turned his eyes.

"Then, now he dared to sell their factory just by relying on a fake power of attorney that he brought. He's a thief! What a shame on your life, Krom! Flanked by two cunning and greedy wives, and you have thrown away this precious diamond," circus uncle Harits shook his head in disbelief. He stroked Nadia's head gently burning the burning soul of Ikram.

"What is your business! You are nobody here, you have no right to interfere in this matter! Nadia whose owner was silent, why did you fire a beard?" hardik Ain could still speak such nonsense.

"That's because I gave her the power to solve all my problems! Especially you, Ain. Your greedy nature has made my foster children suffer. You who claim to be their mother actually make them have to hold back hunger because of you! Now enjoy your punishment!" Nadia's voice echoed from inside the car.

Ain was getting paler and paler, his shameless face turning white. His body shook, Ikram no longer care about him until the sound of police car sirens buzzed again. Making the two criminals back tense and panic excess.

One police car re-entered the courtyard of Ikram's house. Uncle Harith straightened his body, waiting for the continuation of the story of an Ain.

"Good day!"

"Jiang, Sir!" say the man who demanded the money, "catch them, sir! They have deceived me. Their crimes are also numerous, they deserve to be in jail!" then the man pointed to Ikram and Ain who did not stop pouring cold sweat.

The police commander gave the order to arrest the two men. They searched the house of Ikram and found a bag containing hundreds of millions of rupiah. The factory DP money the man gave Ain.

While Ikram resigned to his sentence. He deserves to be in jail to account for his past actions. He walked down with two policemen handcuffing his hands.

Rumors of young ustadz being arrested by the police were scattered. Not only among the huts, but also in the local community that makes them flock to Al-Masthur boarding school. They really did not think that the person they respected was a criminal.

Ain was still struggling, refusing to be taken by the authorities. A policeman came to Nadia who was still sitting in the car, he faced Harith's uncle, in his hand carrying the factory documents that Ain had stolen from Winda.

"We gave this back to the owner. Thank you for working with the authorities!" said the police while handing over the documents in his hand to uncle Harits.

"Thank you very much for your help and colleagues. We hope they get the right punishment for what they did!" sahut uncle Harits. He was satisfied, today three people at once he was thrown into prison.

"No! Don't take me! Nadia, I beg you! Forgive me, Nadia. Ii'm sorry. I'm sorry ... Nadias! Please don't imprison me, Nadia. I'm really sorry. Forgive me!" ain screamed at the end of the sentence as the policeman who was carrying him pushed his body to immediately enter the car.

Nadia shook her head, just as those who could make her suffer, she did not care about Ain's deafening screams and moans. He did not care about the views of the surrounding residents who would label him as a bad woman. They don't know what's going on, and they shouldn't know.

What was the fate of the students in the cottage? Nadia did not interfere. Uncle Harits enters the car and escorts the police car to his office. They had to provide information regarding the factory issue that Ain was selling.

"You relieved?" uncle Harits asked Nadia who was silent while looking at the car window.

He just nodded small. Not answering with a word, the tongue is too lazy to say the word again.

"We'll visit your parents' graves after coming back from here. I want to ask my best friend for her daughter's blessing." Uncle Harits chuckled to himself. He glanced at Nadia who remained silent did not give any response.

Uncle Harith sighed, he knew Nadia was still shocked at the reality she had just received. The fact that the man he once suspected was the murderer of his papa.

"Sister, I want to stay here first. Brother go home first to Jakarta, I still want to be here," Nadia said in a soft voice. He rubbed the corner of his eyes that suddenly watered again. Nadia wants to spend a few days in the city living in her old house. He misses Sarah.

"Well .. enjoy your time. Two more days I will come to pick you up," replied uncle Harits despite his doubts. However, he understood Nadia needed time to calm down. Maybe in that house he will get calm while remembering the times that have passed with Sarah.

They arrive at the police station, the tension returning as he sees Yuni and a man staring at Ikram and Ain cynically. Ain frowned as he recognized who the figure was.