Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Wedding of Nadia

Two weeks later, Harith's uncle left again after warning the old woman who claimed to be his mother not to disturb Nadia. He also put some people to always keep an eye on the movements of the woman.

In front of the mirror, Nadia looked at herself. Looking at the reflection of his own shadow that looks beautiful and shining. The modern kebaya wrap is white, looks beautiful and elegant on its slightly contained body. Time and again his chest heaved up and down sighs long unraveling the nervousness that stifled his chest.

"Mamah .. If Mamah were still here, I wouldn't be this big. In fact, this is the second time I got married, but it feels like the first time I will carry out this sacred ritual. Mom, I need Mom now." Nadia bowed, she cupped her own face.

His shoulders shook with a chest-stifling cry of longing. Miss the figure of Sarah who will give him a warm hug when he was hit by anxiety. As he was about to marry Ikram, Sarah's figure gave him tranquility.

"Mother!" The voices of her foster children stopped the pace of Nadia's cries. He gently wiped the tears that were still welling up in the corner of his eyes, slowly turned his head and smiled to see they were all in the doorway including Mother.

"Mother's Children!" he said as he spread his arms asking them to come and embrace him. Everyone ran into the woman's arms. My mother smiled when she saw a beautiful figure there. He slowly approached.

"Mother is beautiful, like the queen in Indian movies" one of the children said. His eyes sparkled without a lie. Nadia smiled, she rubbed the boy's head all the way to his cheeks and stopped on his chin.

"really?" He nodded for sure.

"Really, Mother! Mother is so beautiful! When I grow up, I also want to be beautiful like Mother." Nadia turned to a girl who placed both her hands on her chest. Keep the prayer in your heart.

"Aamiin .. You're beautiful, baby. You are all beautiful, just try to be dressed like Mother .. you must be much more beautiful than Mother," said Nadia with a smile.

His heart warmed with the presence of all of them, the whack of nervousness gradually dissipated. Especially when he felt a soft sweep on his head from Mom. Nadia turned to her side, she hugged Mom. Wanted to cry again, but she held it as hard as she could.

She still has another Mother, a babysitter mother of children who treats her like a child of her own.

"Thank you, Mother, for giving peace to my heart." Nadia deepened her face in the belly of the almost old woman.

"Tenang saja, Nak. Ini bukan pertama kalinya kamu menikah. Hanya ingat saja semua pesan yang pernah Mbak Nadia terima. Ibu tidak perlu memberikan nasihat yang banyak karena Ibu yakin Mbak Nadia sudah belajar dari kejadian masa lalu." Nadia menganggukkan kepalanya, mengerti dengan apa yang dikatakan Ibu.

He took off his embrace, looking up at Mother who was a little tall as she stood up.

"Thank you, Mother. Thanks for everything. Thank you for taking care of the children and loving me like a mother's own child" Nadia said.

Mother held tightly to Nadia, she kissed the woman's crown for a long time. Nadia closed her eyes, feeling affection similar to that which Sarah channeled to her.

"Be prepared! Mr. Harith and his entourage have arrived, the father of the ruler and all witnesses have been ready even the invited guests have been present to witness the course of your agreement. Mother and children will wait below, Winda and Rima will pick up later." Mother rubbed both shoulders of Nadia before taking off the hug.

His heart thumped as a loud voice that said the word 'sah' echoed into his room. Nadia held onto her chest, neutralizing her pounding heart. He lowered his head, a red hue on his cheek appeared despite the disguised makeup polish.

"Well!" exclaimed the two women who opened the door of her room without saying goodbye. They chuckled as Nadia looked over.

"It's legal, Ma'am. Comeon, down!" Winda and Rima immediately stood on the right and left of Nadia's body.

"So nervous" said Nadia trembling. He had not yet moved from his seat even though both his hands had been lifted up by Vinda and Rima. Nadia looked at her two foster sisters, she really looked nervous.

"Come, Ma'am. Brother Harist can't wait to see his wife. Brother will surely be fascinated with him .. Brother Harits is more handsome than usual." The two teasing Nadia made the woman even more nervous and embarrassed.

Slowly it went, Winda allowed the long dangling kebaya tail. Flanked by her two adopted sisters, Nadia stepped slowly. The gentle tapping of the steps made all eyes fixed on the second floor of the house. Uncle Harits did not even blink to see the figure of the wife he craved.

His jakun went up and down with the spit that he gulped with great difficulty. Her chest was pounding as the two of them met and Nadia smiled at him. Sweat sprung on his forehead, he was so fascinated by his figure.

Nadia was just as amazed, the sideburns she maintained were now invisible again. Her slightly long hair was neatly trimmed. The black peci attached firmly on top of his head adds to his good looks. The black tuxedo he wore, really made his charisma stick out to the surface.

"That's not Naira's mom? So, Mr Harits is married to young designer Naira?" pekik one of the invited guests who is uncle Harits' business colleague.

"They are fit, handsome and pretty. Both famous and rich of course." The others chimed in, uncle Harith silently smiled. Proud to be able to ask Nadia. He stood with a necklace of flowers hanging over his chest. Welcoming the arrival of Nadia who stepped slowly.

Nadia welcomed her husband's burly hands as Harith's uncle stuck out toward her. He looked down in shame, sitting in front of the ruler to listen to uncle Harith recite the taqlik shighat.

Nadia listened intently until Harith's uncle finished reading it. They faced each other, as Nadia took Harits uncle's hand and kissed him. The wedding prayer was said by the man while holding Nadia's crown. That's what he remembered from what his teacher taught him.

Uncle Harith kissed Nadia's forehead.

"Aragh!" Nadia screeched as the man hugged her tightly and lifted her up high. It even brought Nadia around creating fanfare from everyone who attended the event.

Winda and Rima were not left behind to capture the moment on their phones. The children cheered, clapped, and jumped up and down happily. Nadia looked down with a face as red as a boiled crab, she looked at uncle Harith. Nadia wrapped her hands around the man's neck with a smile. True people say, women will be queens in the arms of men who truly love her.

A series of events followed by both until the reception, Nadia and Harith's uncle as Queen and King at the palace. Beautiful and handsome charming.

"Mother!"