Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Who's Coming

Uncle Harith came to the living room of his house. The words were heard shortly before Harith's uncle showed his form. He stepped in in an elegant style. On his living room sofa, sat a pair of old men with hard face lines demanding.

Uncle Harits did not care, he swung his steps arrogantly. One of them softened, as soon as the figure of the host they were waiting for appeared before them.

Harith's uncle gave his grin, while his eyes sat with the old man sitting there.

He landed a stylish ass. He puts his right foot on his left foot. Both hands he stretched along the back of the sofa he was sitting on. His Transport Style did not reduce in the slightest in front of the two.

He looked at the faces of a pair of people in front of him. His sharp bead stared at them, one of them looking down in embarrassment, while the other remained staring intently at Uncle Harits with a hard line of face.

"Who? What do you need to come and break into my house?!" asked uncle Harith not happy.

The woman glanced at the man who lowered his head deeply. He was upset, nudged the old arm to wake him from the daydream.

Uncle Harith raised his eyebrows next door, his two eyeballs twirling glances alternately at the two of them.

"Just say, what's your purpose in coming?" asked Uncle Harith again lazily. He watched the two men throw at each other.

Brak!

The two stopped and looked over with wide-eyed eyes.

"Don't test my patience! Quickly tell me your purpose for coming to my house until you dare to enter it and sit in my chair without my permission!" uncle Harith growled with a flash of fury that licked.

The two people before him blinked in disbelief. More and more make Uncle Harits patience run out.

"It sucks!"

"Master!"

"Hariths!"

Uncle Harith's eyebrows lifted, he stared at the guardians of his two guests who began to look agitated.

"Sorry, do we know each other? I heard you mention my name?" Uncle Harits doesn't like it.

The man was nervous, rough sweat sprung up on his face. Especially when he saw uncle Harith did not like his name called a stranger.

"Of course I know you very well" replied the old man trying to calm himself down while dealing with uncle Harith.

The man snorted, He turned to look at the ceiling of the room to hear the answer from the old man.

"What basis do you know me?" Uncle Harits clenched his teeth. It was not important for his guest that this time only made him blood up.

"Ah .. Why do you have to talk this way. We came here to sue you for what you did that hurt our son!" cut the woman next to the man. He is much younger than her.

Hearing that, uncle Harith turned to the woman. What business was there until he wanted to sue suddenly.

"demanding? What do you want to sue? Oh... That pervert young man is your son? Hm ...." Uncle Harits smiled wryly ridiculing the different-age couple.

The woman was not happy to hear that, during this one week she found out who was the perpetrator of her son's gouging.

"You ganged up on my son. You are shameless, you are old and gang up on young people like yesterday. If you dare why not just one-on-one?" The woman flicked her lips feeling right what she had just said.

While the man beside her sat uneasily without a sound.

"I challenge your husband to a duel with me!" said uncle Harith pointing at the old man beside him who looked down.

The woman's eyes widened, she turned to her husband and shook her body.

"He's challenging you. Looks like you have to teach him a lesson," he said, unresponsive to the old man.

"Hi, listen! No one's ganged up on your son. I was alone in making it that way because he had dared to kidnap and commit immoral acts against my future wife!" bright uncle Harits pressed the word kidnap on the sentence he said.

"Ray? Is he really doing that?" That old voice sounded in disbelief. Uncle Harits raised his eyebrows.

"Just ask your kids! I wouldn't have beaten your beloved son if he hadn't messed with my life!" uncle Harits got bored.

The woman was silent, her heart was not accepting. He still wanted to sue uncle Harith with some money.

"In that case, you must remain responsible by financing his treatment" the woman said.

Uncle Harits laughed again. It was so funny that the two old men in front of him.

"Have you fallen broke and wanted money from me? All right ... what nominal do you want, just mention it!" challenge uncle Harith lightly.

The woman sparkled happily, while the old man did not.

"Hariths!"

"Enough! Don't ever call my name again with that word of yours! I don't want to hear it!" uncle Harith straightened his body with wrath.

"If you guys just want to play around in my house, please leave here! I don't accept guests who can't respect me!" uncle Harits said pointing to the exit that was still wide open.

The old man looked back down, his wrinkled hands rubbing the corners of the eyes. She cried.

"Do you really not know me, Harith? I'm your father, Harits! Your father!" he said with a sad look full of regrets.

The woman next to him turned to hear the words of her husband. He looked at Harith's uncle who had been overcome with emotion.

"I don't have a father anymore. I am a kara in this world, they no longer exist in the world. I already assumed they were dead!" The eyes were red as the shadows as he received different treatment from them crossed his memory.

The old man who claimed to be uncle Harith's father shook his head strongly. Rejecting the claim that Uncle Harith had just uttered.

"No, Harith! Nah! You can't be like that? We're still alive, your mother's always waiting for you. He's sorry, we're sorry, Harits. We're really sorry" he pleaded with.

Uncle Harith laughed insipidly, he was even reluctant to stare at the man before him.

"You just admitted I'm your son, after seeing who I am, didn't you? Lookie! I can be human without you! Love that little boy of yours! After all, you too can betray your wife. I'm sure, because of this woman you're broke now. Too bad your other wife is, yeah!" uncle Harits' lips did not care at all about the feelings of the two interlocutors.

"I know he's sick, don't you? You married this woman without knowing her origin. Then, having the child of a pervert young man might be contagious from his mother. I don't know and I don't want to know. Now ...."

Uncle Harith threw a paper in front of them. Empty check.

"That's a blank check, just fill in the nominal as you want. Take it and get the hell out of my house!"

The woman's hand grabbed the paper and the old man could not stop it. Uncle Harith shook his hand asking them to leave immediately.