Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

My Wife Candidate

Silence occurred between them, including the large-mouthed woman. None of them spoke up. Winda moved closer to Aunt, embracing Aunt's arm and dropping her head on her old shoulder. Like a child to my mother. He shed the grievances that he held in his heart. Aunt stroked her hands gently. He smiled very pleased with the spoiled attitude of Vinda.

"You know who he is? I'm sure you'll be surprised to find out who my future wife is" uncle Harits said. The lips of the woman standing in front of them trembled nervously. The feeling of anxiety began to eat away at his arrogance.

"He's the son of the most valuable person in your life. His late papa was the biggest investor in your company at that time. If it were not for his help, there would be no way the near-bankrupt company would be as big as it is now. He's the second-largest shareholder in your company. He just needs my money? Hm ...." Uncle Harits smiled sneering.

"... even his own money will not run out until seven derivatives. He doesn't need my money, Madam, but maybe you need it most. I right?" Uncle Harits smiled again.

Nadia looked at Uncle Harith in confusion. He never knew there was such a story. Again Sarah hid this big fact from him, and Nadia knew nothing.

The mouth of the pongah woman gaped in disbelief. His eyes widened slightly, his heart refusing. But the fact is real.

"D-how do you know all that?" tanyanya nervous. He played his hand, clenched, and took off again. Feels moist and wet because of the relentless sweating. The girl was a little surprised to hear that.

Harith's uncle's laughter broke before replying, "Where do I know? Of course find out. I know all about you guys .. everything. Including what you did first, Madam." Uncle Harits glanced at the unblinking Nadia looking at him. He looked back at the woman.

"You don't know who this woman you insulted is. You easily demean people who are higher than you. Love ...." Uncle Harith looked at Nadia. The woman was nervous about her sudden call. He just blinked his eyes at the call.

"Is the dress she wears your boutique?" Nadia glanced at him, and gave a small nod when she saw the details attached to the clothes typical of her boutique.

Again he was made to believe. His eyes scanned for themselves what he was wearing, from top to bottom. He raised his gaze to look at Nadia with widened eyes. Nadia smiled thinly.

"I told you, she's a great woman. You wrongly demean people, Madam. Now what's your purpose for coming to this house?" The man dropped his body on the back of the chair by folding both hands on the stomach.

Looking intensely at the woman who was still clenching her mouth tightly.

"Ha-Harits, I just want to meet your son. Please let me stay here, Harith!" please with glassy eyes.

Uncle Harits raised his eyebrows.

"Did I hear wrong? The kid? Who's your son, Madam?" sarcastic uncle Harits without thinking about his feelings. A sad look was printed on his old face.

"Sister!" Nadia was holding her clothes. He shook his head when Uncle Harith looked at him.

"May I speak to Brother? Aunt, take this mother to the guest room, let her rest." Nadia asks Bibi without permission from the owner of the house.

Uncle Harith let out a sigh, he nodded at Aunt who was waiting for approval from him. Nadia followed their departure through her unblinking eyes. Seems not to like it, but the woman complies as well.

Uncle Harith did not reply, he turned away from Nadia. Don't want to look at the woman's netra.

"No!"

"Look at me, brother! Tell me one more time that she's not Big Brother's mother!" pinta Nadia while pulling Uncle Harits arm to make him turn.

Long they looked at each other, dive into honesty through each other's beads.

"It's true he-"

"She gave birth to me, but never loved me as much as my brothers. They never touched me, they never cared about me even when I was sick and almost dead, they didn't care at all. Is that what you call old people?" The man's eyes condensed.

There is hatred, resentment and suffering in there. Nadia can see that. He understood what Uncle Harits was feeling right now. He lowered his head, wiping the water that had suddenly fallen without his permission.

"I know what Big Brother feels like right now, I won't force it. Brother, what while studying for two months yesterday teacher Brother did not teach about birrul-waalidain? Respecting parents no matter how bad they are. Heaven will not be separated from the soles of Mother's feet because she who has been willing and struggling to give birth to a child. Regardless of how he behaves after that, it's still very meritorious for our lives."

Nadia rubbed her eyes back, for some reason her heart suddenly grieved. Remember Sarah who only accompanied him half way. The woman had not even seen him have children. He left before he could hold his grandson.

"Sister! At least keep your hatred in your heart, cherish every drop of blood that comes out of your body as you fight for your sake to see this world. I don't want to have a bad husband with his mother. If you can, forgive all the bad behavior. Forget it, just remember the struggle alone when she gave birth to Brother. Can it? Please!" nadia Pinta with an irrepressible look uncle Harith.

For a long time he did not answer, looking for sincerity and sincerity in the bead of his future wife.

"May I kiss that lip? I feel like I want to devour it to the end!" His hand pointed at Nadia's lips in a sassy manner.

Nadia quickly closed her lips, shocked by the actions of uncle Harith. He stared intently at the man who chuckled with his reaction. Nadia wiped her tears and hit Uncle Harits' arm in annoyance. He was serious, but the man was joking.

"Ih .. Why can't it be serious? I'm talking seriously ... seriously .. upset!" peekik Nadia still continued to beat the arm of uncle Harits until the man was lying on the sofa. She laughed, feeling funny. I don't know what he thinks is funny.

Nadia folded her hands, and turned her face away from him. His lips pursed funny to make Uncle Harits even more anxious.

"Look, how adorable you are! The more advanced that lip is, the more I want to bite it." She laughed again as Nadia closed her mouth. Nadia panted, she was about to leave. However, Harith's uncle pulling his hijab made him sit back in annoyance. Uncle Harith rubbed the corner of his eyes, he was filled with Nadia's words.

"Okay, Mrs Harits! This man will do what you ask! Smile, never cry for anything that has nothing to do with you!" he said with certainty. Nadia smiled, avenged by the male's naughty wink. He turned his eyeballs and left Uncle Harith alone.

"I will allow him to stay here just because of you, Nadia, but I cannot forgive him yet. Sorry."