Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Hunch II

"Mother!"

His breath awoke from his sleep. He cried as he rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry, what's wrong?" Ruby woke up surprised by the sound of Nafisah's screams. The boy did not reply, he hugged Ruby's body while continuing to cry.

"Cup ... cup! Don't cry, are you dreaming? What dreams? Maybe you forgot to pray" Ruby said gently.

"I dreamt that Mother was in trouble. I'm afraid Mother why, Brother," said Nafisah. His voice was stammered due to the sobs of his increasingly becoming cry.

Ruby rubbed her sister's shaky back. Suddenly, his heart felt uneasy. What's with the bunch?

"Have, it's just a dream don't get too thought out. That dream, isn't it, just a sleeping flower. If Nafisah feels the same Mother just pray so that all the affairs of Mother quickly finished and Mother can quickly go home. We wheel together may Mother always be in the protection of God. Aamiin!" Ruby advised her sister.

Nafisah broke the embrace, she wiped her tears before looking up to heaven, "Oh Allah .. Protect Mother wherever she is. Aamiin!"

"Aamijin! Now, you sleep again, yeah. God will protect Mother wherever you are according to your prayer." Nafisah nodded her head.

He smiled at the brother's words even though his heart remained uneasy. Ruby helped him break down, he patted the back of his youngest sister's body so that she fell asleep again.

The three of them live in a new house provided by Nadia for the transfer of foster children in the foundation. The house they occupied was now much larger than their home in the foundation. Very comfortable and neatly arranged. There is a children's playground at the back of the house. The place is transformed like a kindergarten with Winda and Rima acting as teachers.

Breath slumbering in Ruby's warm embrace.

In Rima and Winda's room there was the same scream. Rima woke up from her sleep with a gasp of breath.

"Five? what's up?" Winda who heard immediately came to Rima's room. He saw the woman sitting on the bed in a sweat-soaked shirt.

Rima's already wet eyes looked at Winda anxiously. His companion came closer and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"What's wrong? Are you dreaming?" asked Winda while watching Rima who was still breathing hard.

"Win! I had a dream .. Nadia, Win! Nadia Ma'am ...!" Lisan Rima. His lips twitched and murmured something, but it was unclear what.

"Mother Nadia? Why Nadia, Rim? What are you dreaming about?" Impatiently, Winda wants to immediately know what he dreams of until he wakes up in a state of crying.

"I dreamt that Nadia was in trouble. He's in a dark place, Win. We have to tell Brother Harits, Win. We ask him to go back there and make sure Nadia is okay. Go, Win! Come on!" Rima whined while tugging at the pajama arm of Winda.

They went up and came to Harith's room on the second floor. The two knocked on the door while calling out the man's name. Their noisy voices woke Aunt who was sleeping in her room.

Aunty left, he was used to the behavior of Uncle Harith who suddenly left and disappeared from the house.

"Sorry, Non Rima and Non Winda .. It seems like Mr. is not at home" Bibi said.

"But ...."

"If you leave in the middle of the night like this, it means that there is something serious and cannot be delayed anymore. Not both of these do not worry too much, Master will definitely solve the problem perfectly," explained Bibi as she stared at the two of them to make sure that what she said was true.

Winda and Rima nodded. The hearts of both are still troubled and anxious about Nadia's condition. The two went back to their rooms. That night, they slept together in Rima's room.

Throughout the night, their minds were filled with Nadia. The two calmed each other down. Mutually strengthen.

While Harits uncle is still looking for traces of Nadia. He and his men were also police spread out all the way.

"Where are we now?" uncle Harits asked a glance at the person sitting next to him.

"We're in Southern Banten, sir!" he replied after noticing the path plastered on his laptop screen.

"South Banten? Mountain area?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Silence, there was no more talking between them all. Uncle Harith looked out the window. The waves on the right side of the road accompanied their journey. The white waves that roll over form a foam in the ocean.

"Find the path to the fastest mountain! I know a little about this area" said Uncle Harith after remembering the location mentioned earlier.

He started playing with his laptop on his lap. Find the nearest route to get to the mountain faster. There is a cement plant on top of the mountain. That's where Uncle Harits's destination is.

Their motorcade began to enter the winding road and up and down. Creeping slowly so as not to slip and cause their own lives to drift.

"Through!" tell Uncle Harith as they cross the factory area. That's not the point. He was looking for a building that was built far behind the factory. Covered by trees that grow tall. Also the darkness of the night, which helped hide the existence of the building.

"Spread!" uncle Harist's decree after in the distance appears a slightly worn building that mingles with the darkness of the night. They all spread out including the police cars that took part in the search.

They surrounded the place. Uncle Harits ordered everyone to shut down the car engine. A few kilometers away. They all went down, and began to walk around the building which was as vast as the villa.

The guard at that place was very strict. They should be careful and work quietly. Uncle Harith was at the front door of the building. The guard at the front of the building was tighter, they carried weapons draped over their shoulders.

Uncle Harits gave the code stay alert. He will barge in to find Nadia's whereabouts. His men sought diversion so that Harith's uncle could enter.

After seeing the opportunity, he rushed inside with a police officer who always helped him solve cases. Uncle Harits and the policeman were walking around inside the building that looked like a villa.

There are two floors connected by one staircase and guarded by four men of stout stature.

"Aragh!"