Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Mama's Miss

FINDING TRANQUILITY IN MEMORIES

"Bang Bara!" Ain frowned when he saw a man of Ikram's age behind bars.

That big man, turned away from Ain. His body was covered in tattoos, his skin was black and had a sinister face. He's a thug at the Rangkasbitung market. Why does Ain know?

Ikram himself was confused to see Ain who could know such a man. They also saw Yuni who was sitting curled up in the corner. He lowered his head kissing his knees. Hearing Ain's voice, Yuni raised her face. His wet eyes looked at Ain full of hate and vengeance.

"Are we going to stay here together?" said cold. His voice was exhausted by the crying. Ain glared, not wanting to look at Yuni. He hated his heart to see the woman.

"Wah ... wah .. It looks like tonight you guys are going to party here, huh? Plus one more person .. I'm not sure if Ikram can fight him," said Harith's uncle with a small oddity that accompanies.

"You want to know, this man who has helped your pet in carrying out his plan to kill Ruby" Harits continued, pointing to the tattooed man behind bars.

Ain turned his back, Ikram frowned. He really doesn't know who that man is.

"Bang Bara's? You helped him kill my son?" asked Ain with his teary eyes. The man smiled slantingly, mocking Ain who was walking closer towards him.

"Yes, why? Are you not happy?" sahut lightly. Damnit. Ikram thrashed about to hit the man, but unfortunately his hands were handcuffed and two policemen blocked him.

"Damn it! Is it my son's fault that you want to kill him? Bastard!" shout Ikram. His eyes were burning to cry, he found the culprit, but could do nothing to retaliate.

"Enough! You have to come with us to testify," the police said.

"Your children are innocent. You are the one, Ain is guilty, and you are lying. I asked you to refer, but you refused. While he immediately you accept his proposal and even marry him. I'm hurt, Ain. I'm heartbroken," the hard-tattooed man called bang Bara by Ain.

"Oohh .. turns out to be a common grudge, you guys are compatible. It's appropriate, to be married again. Then, you, Krom .. married your pet. Perfect." Uncle Harits laughed crisply. He invites Nadia to go to follow the police to provide information.

"Suck!" aphat Ain whose body was forced by police officers to immediately resolve questions related to what he had done to Nadia's factory.

The man threw out a spit right as Ikram flashed in front of him.

"Ustadz hypocritical!" kecamnya fierce. That foul-smelling spit right hit Ikram's shoulder. His nose can smell the stench. Really makes the stomach Ikram nausea not because.

A series of questions are asked by the police on those who finally Ain and Ikram are named as suspects. All documents were returned to Nadia, and DP money was returned to the men who reported Ain.

Money cannot, a definite punishment they must live with. Ikram and Ain are held together in the same cell. Separated from Yuni and also the tattooed man who was none other than Ain's ex-husband.

Uncle Harith drove Nadia to her old house in Rangkasbitung. Plan for the factory .. I don't know, he hasn't got a plan for it. The house is well maintained, clean and tidy. There was a worker who always came to clean it.

"You sure you want to be alone? Don't want company? Willa or Rima?" ask Uncle Harits before getting out of the car.

Nadia shook her head, she really was wanting to be alone for now.

"I want to be alone, you can go back to Jakarta and tell them I'm fine" replied Nadia as she got out of the car followed by uncle Harits.

Comfortable home, the safest and most peaceful place Nadia has. A middle-aged woman came over, she put down a drink glass for both of them.

"Thank you, Mom, for being willing to take care of this house" Nadia said with a smile as she looked at the figure in front of her.

"Don't hesitate, Neng. It does want Mom to keep taking care of this house because after all, Sarah's mom has been very good to Mom," he said.

Nadia smiled, "Mom can occupy this house with Mother's family. Stay here because I will only occasionally look here. I have no intention of selling it, this house holds all the memories of Mamah. So stay here, Mom. Bring all the Mother's families to occupy this house later" Nadia pinta.

The face of the mother in front of him was in disbelief. He did not expect to be asked to stay in the big house.

"But, Neng? Is it okay, if Mom and Mom live here and occupy the room that is here?" tanyanya.

"Don't room Mamah because I'll use it every time I come here" replied Nadia definitely. The mother nodded her head while folding her lips because of haru.

"Thank you, Neng. Thank you, Mom, so there's no need to stay in the rented. The kids are definitely happy to stay here. Thank you, Neng Nadia. Neng and Mother are really good people," she said many times very happy.

Living in that big house, while taking care of it. It's okay, he no longer needs to live in a rented and dizzy looking for money to pay every month. It was an unexpected favor that he should be grateful for.

Uncle Harith accompanied Nadia until the afternoon. He said goodbye to the woman because he had to go back to Jakarta.

"Observe this house! Report if there is anything suspicious," Harith's uncle told a group of his men to stand guard around Nadia's house.

"Good, Boss!" sahut they are in unison. Uncle Harith could leave the city quietly. He always monitored Nadia from the news delivered by his men.

Nadia occupies Sarah's room. At night, the working mother brought her two children to the house. Her husband also acts as a small park manager behind the house.

Nadia lay down on Sarah's bed. The room and everything in it is still neat and clean. No one moved places. That night, he slept in the same bed where he used to be. Now, it's just itself. Nadia wiped away the water pooling in the corner of her eyes. He misses Sarah. Miss that woman's embrace.

"Mamma! I miss Mamah," he muttered with his eyes closed. His heart was fragile, his body was also fragile. Nadia fell asleep carrying a passionate longing. Hoping to meet even if it's just a dream. It's okay, that's enough to treat the shackling longing.