Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Two More Months

Uncle Harith squinted, the two old men before him still did not budge as well. What else are they waiting for?

"Why haven't you guys moved yet? What else are you waiting for? Didn't I give you a check?"

Uncle Harith threw his face away, his hand knocked on the sofa holding himself back to calm down. His heart was turbulent, wanting him to tear apart the man in front of him who claimed to be the Father.

"Harith-"

"Stop calling my name!" Uncle Harith's red eyes threatened, "call me sir! This is my house, and you're just guests here!" he rebuked them both. The man fell silent, his lips trembling so much with his feet.

The woman who was his wife was trembling. The determination he had gathered from home to extort the perpetrator of his son's beating, shrieking and shrinking to the point of disappearing.

"Go! And don't ever come again! What else I claim to be my family," expel uncle Harits slowly. His head signals them.

The two people looked at each other before slowly getting up from their seats.

"At least look at your mother before she leaves," the old man asked, looking sadly at his lost son.

"What do I care?" Uncle Harits dropped his back on the back of the chair. Both of his hands he folded on the stomach while raising a look of indifference to both.

"Your mother keeps calling your name, son. He wants to meet and apologize to you." Shaking sounded in Uncle Harith's ears, but still did not make his heart waver.

"Did you guys care about me all this time? Have you guys loved me all this time? Are you guys watching me? I'm sure when I go first, you guys are definitely partying to celebrate my departure. Go!" Uncle Harits threw away a face. He was tired, plus the arrival of those who made him tired.

"He's your Dad"

"Then, you also want me to call you Mother? Haha ... Don't be silly! Both my parents are dead! I never had it," circus uncle Harits refused. The woman widened in disbelief, her lips twitching without a word spoken.

"At least come and see what you did to your sister?" Still daring to say, Uncle Harith stood up no longer able to withstand the emotions that were sticking out to the surface.

"I'm an only child, I've never had a brother. Just go! GO!" Uncle Harits pointed at the door.

The two of them gasped at the tall voice of the man. They turned around without a word and stepped slowly. Uncle Harits went to the back of the building. He went into the room, and took it all out. Anger, disappointment, heartache, suffering, all the turbulent feelings in his heart.

Rai, uncle Harits's brother-in-law. He knows everything about Rai. He doesn't care at all.

Hearing the noise from the back of the house, Nadia and her sisters looked at each other in confusion.

"You guys stay here, I'll check it out!" He left the room. Closing the door slowly. The noise is still being heard. It became clearer as his feet stepped on the first floor of the mansion.

Nadia continued to step closer to the source of the noise. Gathering all her courage, Nadia glanced at a long wooden stick. He picks it up, makes it a weapon when all he encounters are criminals.

Bugh!

The sound was quite loud, the sound clashed with objects. Nadia peeked out from behind the narrow slit of the door. He turned his back when he found Harith's uncle banging his head on the wall.

"What did Brother do? Why hurt yourself?" nadia snapped while pulling Harits uncle's hand and taking him out of the room. He sat the man down on a bench in the kitchen. His hands were swiftly looking for a p3k box to treat Uncle Harits' wounds.

He also took warm water to clean the blood that is still attached to the surface of his skin. The man stared blankly ahead, no tears, no expression. Flat and cold in sight.

"Why did you hurt yourself?" Nadia began speaking blah .. bla. bla .. bla. .. while cleaning the wound on Uncle Harith's hand.

He hissed, suddenly making Nadia stop cleaning the wound on her hand.

"Did it hurt? Do you know why you hurt yourself?" Nadia calmed herself down, she again took Harith's uncle's hand and continued to clean the wound. Nadia delivers drops of medicine to Harits uncle's wound before bandaging it with a bandage.

"Don't do this stupid thing again? If there is a problem should be discussed, instead of looking for an impingement that injures himself," Nadia cerocos while continuing to wrap the bandage in the hands of uncle Harith.

Uncle Harith smiled, he saw the anxiety on the look of that beautiful face. Ah ... I want it to feel like he's holding a body in front of him. Uncle Harith kept staring at Nadia's face as long as he treated her wounds.

Nadia's worries became her own entertainment. He was happy to see that face, a face full of love according to him. That meant Nadia started to notice herself. Has he broken his heart?

Uncle Harith chuckled lightly, unaware that Nadia had finished treating her wound. The frown on the woman's forehead formed confusion.

"Sister? Why even laugh?" tanyanya. He kept his distance from the man fearing that Harith's uncle was possessed.

"Nadia! Marry me!" Uncle Harits pleaded. He even threw himself on the floor in front of Nadia. It suddenly made Nadia surprised, she pulled her legs and hugged her tightly.

Uncle Harith laughed again. Funny with the reaction Nadia gave.

"I'm just proposing to you! Why are you scared like this? I won't devour you, Nadia." Uncle Harith laughed again.

Nadia lowered her shoulders, she felt tense all of a sudden.

"Wait for my iddah time to run out, brother. There are only two months left" said Nadia.

Uncle Harist lowered his head to hide the wide smile he formed. That means Nadia accepts her proposal, only two months to wait and she will be able to have it completely.

"Sister!" reprimand Nadia when she saw uncle Harith's back that shook a little. The man looked up, the face he could not cover.

"Okay, two months. I'll wait another two months. Two more months!" He left and left just like that, leaving Nadia who was staring at him.

"Two months! Hi... You heard, two more months!" he said humming cheerfully. Nadia smiled as she shook her head. He lowered his leg, biting the tip of his index finger nail while smiling happily. For some reason, hearing the humming of uncle Harits his heart was happy.

Nadia left the kitchen. He stopped when passing through a large glass window, his eyes caught the figure of Ruby sitting pensively in the garden behind the building where he lived.

Nadia approached the window, watching Ruby from a distance. His hand was holding the window pole, his heart ached to see the boy continue to moody every day.

"Have I done this wrong? Unknowingly I took away the children's happiness. I claimed to be their mother, but instead hurt them. I am evil! How is it different from me?" nadia murmured that only her own ears could hear. He turned around and left just as Ruby turned to where she was standing.