Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Their Arrival

There is an unexpected event, where when the two brides arrive at the sungkeman event. Nadia asks Harith's uncle to pull her mother, and he himself pulls the nanny's mother to sit on the throne.

"Why do you have to be with her? You don't want to?" reject Uncle Harits' mother while throwing away the face of the mother's nanny.

Nadia smiled, she sat down at Mom's feet while holding her hand gently. He blinked his eyes as his gaze collided with the bead of my dear Mother.

"Sit here as my mother or stay there and become a stranger!" threaten uncle Harits pointed to the throne and switched to pointing at the guest chair.

"Alright!" The woman was scared. Uncle Harits sighed, Nadia shook her head with a smile as she looked at him.

The sungkeman event began, crying also the haughty woman when uncle Harith rested at his feet while holding his knees. His hand he put on the head of the boy whom he never considered present.

Of the three children he gave birth to, new uncle Harith who was willing to rest at his feet as it is today. Despite having to go through the threat first, but she really felt considered as Mother when Uncle Harith embraced and kissed both cheeks.

He hugged his son tightly, his decision to come to Harith's uncle's house was correct. He actually found a child that had long disappeared from his life.

"I'm sorry, son! Forgive all the sins and mistakes you have ever made. I've been unfair to you and your two brothers. Please forgive this old man's mistake, my son!" pinta Uncle Harith's mother sobbing in tears.

Uncle Harith was filled, he had shed tears that he immediately wiped. He did not want to trust his mother who was full of tricks.

Uncle Harith and Nadia moved on, alternating to greet the two women they considered Mother. Nadia's cry was not because of the sadness, but because of the sadness not Sarah whom she kissed her knee.

Uncle Harits' mother welcomed him warmly. As he did to his son, he also did to Nadia.

"Please love and love Harits sincerely, son. From childhood, he never got our affection. He was always neglected, and never thought to exist. Harist is a good boy actually, but he is considered useless because he is not as smart as his two brothers. We have been guilty. Help this old man, love that man with all your heart. I believe you."

Nadia buried her face on the woman's shoulder. He cried when he heard the words of the woman in his arms while sobbing.

"God willing, Mom." Nadia takes off a hug. The event continued with a photo shoot. There are media that cover the course of the event and broadcast throughout the existing television media.

Two women who sat curled up in the corner, joined to see the happiness of Nadia, who was edited by the businessman's success through television. Inwardly congratulate and apologize.

The reception was held that day as well. Uncle Harits does not want to drag on with other events, he does not want his power drained prematurely.

The reception party was held in the backyard of Uncle Harits' house. Outdoor decorations filled with flowers look beautiful and natural.

In the event, in the middle of a festive party and full of smiles of happiness, one man with his three children stood outside the arena. Just keep going in and coming back. Gambang heart.

"Abi, why are we just standing here? I want to meet Mommy," asked Nafisah staring at the face of Ikram who was glued to his place. He was too embarrassed to appear in front of Nadia.

"Are Abi ashamed? Why should I be ashamed? Didn't Brother Harits himself invite us here?" timpal Bilal whose gaze focused forward on the festive event inside there.

May you be happy, Nadia. Forgive my stupidity, sorry.

Ikram rubbed the corner of his eyes that suddenly watered. Ruby herself, powerless to hold back. He stepped slowly into the heavily guarded party arena. The security guards did not prevent it because Harith's uncle had informed them of the family's arrival.

Ruby looked at Nadia who was standing happily on stage. Beside him uncle Harits who can not be separated embrace his waist. Nadia looks beautiful, fresh and healthy of course. His face was no longer pale, radiant like a flower that had just bloomed.

"Mother!" shaky. Her tears fell as Nadia looked at him. The soft sound was still caught by his spiritual senses. Nadia's smile faded for a moment, before it re-inflated. He spread his hand asking Ruby to come closer.

All the guests who were out of the way gave way to the teenage girl who stepped in with her tears melting. He thought Nadia would refuse. She thought Nadia didn't want to see him anymore. She thought Nadia would not look at him. But, he was wrong. Again he was wrong. Nadia even asked him to come closer and spread his arms wanting to hug her.

"Mother!" Two small children ran towards Ruby's slow pace. Bilal and Nafisah went into Nadia's arms. Crying like a child who hasn't seen his mother.

Nadia kissed the heads of the two children full of longing. It was also a heartwarming moment for the whole country. Ain who watched his own mess.

Ruby came and went into the arms of the woman she missed. Uncle Harith smiled, there was no grudge in the look in his eyes. He did not want his happy moment to be broken because of a grudge.

"How are you guys?" nadia asked shaking almost crying. He did not refuse, his heart missed them so much.

"We're good, Mother. Mother is so beautiful!" sahut Nafisah. He was writhing on Nadia's arm spoiled.

"Darling, take them sitting there!" tell Uncle Harits while rubbing Nadia's head. He said he took the children to sit on the throne.

"Where are you going, Mum?" Nadia asked when Uncle Harits was about to climb the stage stairs.

His face met with a new call from his wife.

"Mas wants to see their Father." Uncle Harith pointed at the Ikram standing in the distance. Nadia nodded as she also saw him.

The throne was filled with foster children as well as the three children of Ikram. Uncle Harith approached Ikram and invited him to sit on a park bench just to have a light conversation.

Nadia looked at her husband, remembering the conversation the night before they went back apart.

"You want me to invite them?" asked Uncle Harits that night. Nadia looked down, her heart wanted to, but her mind did not.

"I don't know, Brother. I'm afraid their presence will interfere with the party" he said, withholding vibrations on the tongue. He bit his lips firmly withstanding the turmoil in his heart.

Today, he realized his heart's desire to meet the three children. Nadia glanced around, her forehead frowning in thought of something.

"Where are your Umi? Why not come?"