Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Honeymoon

"Mother! Is Mommy going on vacation? Can we come?" Nadia's foster children who happened to play around the house screeched when they saw Nadia dragging her suitcase out. He stared at the little spy in front of him who was glowing expectantly.

"Put that suitcase down! Why are you bringing it?" The high voice of uncle Harith jerked Nadia's body which was still pecking at the doorway. He looked up when he felt a touch in his hand.

Look at them, very close. An unexpected thing happened to make Nadia's face redden.

"Why kiss me? I don't see there!" Nadia threw a shy face into the house. The sound of giggling that many increasingly add pseudo on his cheeks.

A little surprised, but Uncle Harits was acting ordinary.

"What's wrong? Why are you gathered here?" He walked over to a group of children standing under the porch of his house.

"Dad, are Daddy and Mommy going on vacation? We want to take a vacation too" said one of them with a big smile until his row of black teeth appeared all.

Uncle Harits smiled, he crouched down in front of all of them. He held the boy's hand and kissed him like his own. Nadia who saw that her heart warmed up instantly.

"You can't go with Daddy and Mommy because we'll make you sisters. So, you can go with Aunt Winda and that guy over there!" Uncle Harith pointed at the direction where Winda and his assistant were talking.

All the children including Nadia looked in the direction that Harith's uncle pointed.

Winda and the men nearby, turned their heads in unison as the wind whirled towards them. A red clove imprinted on the cheek of Winda what more when he saw Nadia smiling seductively he immediately lowered his head and left.

Uncle Harits waved a hand asking his quiet assistant to come closer.

"Yes, Master!" He leaned over making the children frown their little foreheads.

"Bring these kids off on vacation. Take Winda and Rima with you, don't forget their mother. Today all the workers I'm giving up" uncle Harith told him.

"Good, Master!" He returned to welcome his master's orders.

"Dad, why is that Om looking down on Dad?" knock one of the children while touching Uncle Harits' shoulder.

The big hand rubbed the child's head while his lips smiled warmly.

"You can ask him that. Get ready! Tell Mom that you're going on vacation today!" he said that he was greeted by the cheers of all of them. Uncle Harits turned around, Nadia's smile welcomed.

He moved back and approached Nadia. Dragging the suitcase carried by Nadia while holding the woman's hand.

The journey begins, forming a small Harith in his pocket.

"Thank you, Mum." Nadia's voice broke the silence. He looked at uncle Harith smiling sweetly.

"For what?" The man turned his head for a while, then refocused on the streets.

"For the affection that Mas gave my foster children," said Nadia.

Uncle Harith grabbed his wife's hand, grabbed it, and placed it on his left chest.

"They are my children too." He kissed the hand gently without turning his eyes away from the street in front. Nadia smiled, she approached and dropped her head on the shoulder of the man who had been her husband.

"Mmm .. I want to eat ketoprak, Mas. It hasn't been long since I've eaten it." Nadia raised her head and dropped her chin on that shoulder.

"All right, we'll find him." Uncle Harith slowed down the pace of cars looking for ketoprak carts lined with merchants on the side of the road.

He pulled over when he found it. Queue like other customers, and sit in the same chair with them without hesitation.

Although a little uncomfortable because not a few of them asked for a photo of Nadia when they recognized who the woman who sat there.

"Sorry, Mothers, let Mrs Harith eat quietly!" pinta's uncle Harith approached with two ketoprak dishes in hand. They disperse themselves in an orderly manner. Rumors rang out, but uncle Harits was indifferent. Eat quietly with Nadia.

"Mas, is it okay to eat on the side of the road like this?" nadia asked after a few mouthfuls entered her mouth.

"Why? I'm from downstairs, so it's fine for me to eat anywhere." Uncle Harits shrugged as he continued to chew the food in his mouth. No more talking until they finish it.

The return journey continues, the car enters the toll. Nadia frowned a little know where the direction of travel. But he kept silent and did not ask.

"Of the many beautiful places to visit .. Why did you choose the city? The city that I don't want to visit anymore," asked Nadia looking straight ahead with a blank look after confirming where the car was going.

Uncle Harith smiled, he knew how Nadia's heart was, but anyway the city was also meritorious towards him. Many memories were made in this small town.

"It's not this city that you don't want to visit, but that's the only place you don't want to go to. We're not going there, nor do I want to set foot in that place" Harits' uncle confirmed.

Nadia sighed, she lowered her head for a while before smiling.

"Mas's right, not this town, but that place. So, where are we going?" Nadia is back. Given the many beautiful tourist attractions for them to visit.

"Mmm ... Where to, huh? Any recommendations?" asked Uncle Harits confused himself.

Nadia thought, the trajectory of the tourist attractions milling in her mind. Pick and choose which ones they will visit.

"Sawarna, Tanjung Lesung, Umang Island, Tea garden, Mount Luhur, and many more. Where are you going?"

"Margarna? What's up there?" tanyakanya.

"much. Beaches, goa tours, surfing can also be. Many villas are rented there. There are also many places we can visit. For example, Tanjung Layar, Karang Taraje, and many more." Nadia explained excitedly.

Uncle Harith nodded his head, "Alright. We're going there. How many hours' drive?"

"A long way, Mas, but now so short after the Rangkasbitung toll inaugurated the president recently. We just need to stay on the highway, follow the lead, Mas!" Nadia told.

After determining the choice of place, they discussed lightly anything to drive away the boredom that was present.

"Mas, can we stay at Mamah's house? After that, I miss home, Mas." Nadia looked down, the sadness of the longing room in her heart immediately came to envelop when she remembered all the things about Sarah.

Uncle Harith rubbed Nadia's head and dropped it on her chest. A brief peck at the head covered with hijab.

"We'll stay there. Don't ever grieve again, as long as your request doesn't hurt yourself, I'll try to make it happen." Nadia hugged her husband's body tightly hearing the warm words spoken from her lips.