Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

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Many times a long breath was exhaled by the beautiful woman standing by the window. Almost every day for these two months, he was always standing there. Waiting for the lover of the heart comes from studying religion.

His eyes turned soft, a little puffy maybe because of the overflow of longing or fear of loss. He closed the curtain and left the window. With shaky steps and a sagging shoulder far away, he settles down on the sofa of his room.

Keep it that way every day. The breath sounds heavy and long. Nadia tilted her body facing the bed directly. Uncle Harits' mischievous smile loomed in the eyes.

"When will you go home? It's been two months, but Brother hasn't come home yet. While the phone ... I can't contact Brother," muttered Nadia as she shrank the clear liquid that fell from the corner of her eye.

Nadia sat up, stood up and walked up to the bed, then dropped down there. His hand grabbed the phone, opened the lock screen and looked for a photo. Well ... only the picture he looked at when he longed to stick to the surface.

Nadia hugged her own phone. He sleeps like a cold person. That's all Nadia does every day.

The next day, Nadia decided to go down. After some time just spending time by confining themselves in the room, in the end Nadia relented on time. He took himself to sit on the sofa, waiting for the children to come play at his house.

Breathing again, Nadia dropped herself on the back of the chair. He put his hands on his stomach with fingers hooked to each other. He dropped his head to face directly on the ceiling of the room in white.

"Drink, Non!" Aunt put a glass of juice on Nadia's front desk. The woman rolled her head without lifting it.

"Thank you, Bi." He smiled at her.

"May Aunt talk?" pinta Aunty politely.

Nadia nodded, she patted the chair beside her asking Aunt to sit there. Aunt sitting quietly, Nadia raised her head preparing to listen.

"Past, Mr. is a cold and irritable person even though he is rarely here because he has to take care of his business outside the country. My aunt was the first person to work in this house. His only purpose in coming here was to carry out the mandate of his best friend. That's what Auntie knows."

Aunty looked at Nadia with a thin smile that was barely visible. Nadia listened carefully.

"Auntie never expected, after meeting with Non Nadia, Mr. changed a lot. No longer cold, what else rebukes the workers. Maybe that's the true nature of the master. No, trust me, sir. He will not disappoint Non Nadia, Bibi is very familiar with how her nature is because of all the problems she brought to Auntie." Aunt clasped Nadia's hand gently.

"What does Aunt know about him?" Nadia curious.

"Everything, but Bibi is not obliged to open it without permission from Mister. Aunt can only keep it to herself. Just trust in the Master, Non. Never listen to people. The master never reneged on his promise" he said with a smile.

He stood up, "Auntie says goodbye to the kitchen, Non." Go after bowing in front of Nadia.

Why are Aunt's words exactly the same as Harith's?

Nadia muttered inwardly as she continued to stare at the back of Aunt who was away and missing behind the door of the room where she worked.

Nadia pondered, thinking in her heart about the figure of uncle Harits who was still mysterious to her. He spread his eyes all over the house. There was less of that house.

"Since I set foot in this house, none of me have found a picture of his family. His wife or son, maybe. Did Harits hide everything?" He went back to mumbling.

"Mad Nadia!" The shrieking sound of Winda disperse his reverie. He looked at Winda with a frown on his forehead.

"What's up, Win? It seemed like important news," asked Nadia, continuing to look at Winda until she sat on the same sofa as him.

"Yuni's trial has been held, he is sentenced to life imprisonment. That's not what I'm trying to say, he and his lawyer are appealing and dragging Mommy's ex-honey into a child-sale case." Winda.

Nadia was stunned to hear it. He looked at Winda in disbelief, but the girl in front of him was very convincing.

"Where do you know?" tanyanya.

Winda pulled out his phone, an amateur video played. The Yuni trial and the verdict of the judge. Ain and Ikram were there with Ruby as witnesses, and ....

"Sister Harits? Is he there?" peekik Nadia did not believe. Winda nodded his head. Harith's uncle testified at the same time to expose Yuni's crimes with concrete evidence plus testimony from men who helped him.

For some reason, Nadia smiled happily. Although it was only a video, but it was enough to treat his longing. He saw Harith's uncle sitting next to a man dressed in ustadz. It was not an ustadz, but a Habib. Nadia admired his figure even more. He studied directly to the people of Sholeh who had a connection with the Prophet's Prophet's Prophet's Prophet.

"Maybe it was because of that case that Harits was late to go home. Supposedly, right, he has gone home," said Vinda who justified Nadia's heart.

"Where did you get that video?" ask Nadia kepo.

"There, deh ... Nadia kepo, yes ...?" ledek Winda chuckled as Nadia sulked.

"I asked the people there to watch the Yuni trial. I just want to know how the story of a snake demon goes. Ah ... very satisfied, Ma'am. It must be like that so deterred and people will think again to follow in his footsteps," said Winda commented.

"Wait, Win! If he wants to drag Mr. Ain into the child trafficking case, that means he and Mr. Ain are working together on it. It's just, that time it just so happened that he wasn't there. So there was no evidence and no witnesses to corroborate his claim. Can it, yes?" Nadia thinks.

"Yes, Mother. Kok, he had the heart, yes, to sell his own foster children for money. Ih. .. There are people like that, huh?" Winda shuddered in horror.

"That's it, right, first. Now how do you know he's changed." Winda mustard to hear Nadia. They continued the conversation cheerfully while enjoying the cassava chips that Winda brought earlier.

The sound of the house bell stopped their chatter. The two looked at each other with their shoulders raised. Nadia went to the door followed by Winda who tailed behind her. He opened the door of the house, a woman with old age and almost gray hair all barged into the house.

"Hariths! Hariths! Where are you?" He called out the name of Uncle Harith. His style is elegant and impressed haughty. He did not even say hello to Nadia as well as Winda.

"Who is he?"

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Hampura sadayana .. I overslept last night, so ga up. Thank you for reading. Love you all!