Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Journey

The sun had been at its peak, its scorching rays stinging the skin. The waves along the way, became a musical accompaniment for two people who are happy. The wind was so soothing when it hit the skin.

The beachfront road, always gives a special impression for everyone who passes it.

"Is it far away?" uncle Harith asked for the next time. He was driving for almost four hours, but not yet.

"A little while back"

"From now on you say soon ... soon, but not to the point," he lamented tired.

Nadia chuckled cutely, she shook her head not responding to Uncle Harits' complaint.

"Just calm down, Mom. Getting there, Mas will be satisfied anyway," he said after a while watching the lethargic face of uncle Harith.

"really? I want every moment to be satisfied." Uncle Harits grinned, making Nadia shudder.

"What, anyway!" Nadia hit her husband's arm. Laughter broke out from him. He met his face away from uncle Harith who was still chuckling.

"Mas, let's get some food first. I'm hungry" said Nadia, who was taken by the driver's man.

A car pulled over in an open-air restaurant. The view of the rice fields, as well as the forest surrounding them, looks fresh in view.

"Ah ... finally my waist ... duh ...!" uncle Harits complained again while moving his waist to the right and left.

"Mmm... Just so much already complaining, how will the fight with me, hmm ...." Nadia shook her head while folding both hands on her stomach. Mocking uncle Harits who was complaining about his waist.

The man's eyes widened hearing the beautiful words of the beautiful woman standing on the body of his car.

"A .. a. you underestimated your husband, baby. You don't know who this guy is yet and have already mocked .. ck, ck ... you will receive the consequences later!" Uncle Harith moved his index finger in front of Nadia's face and ended up with the nose sticking out of his wife.

He's gaunt. Hugging Nadia tightly made her claustrophobic.

"Tomorrow, Mas!" Uncle Harits chuckled while releasing a hug. Nadia spanked her husband's chest, her lips pursed cutely. Uncle Harith grabbed Nadia's shoulder and invited her into the restaurant.

They sat in a long gazebo, facing directly into the pesawahan. There are some visitors also there with the same purpose as they are.

"What do you want to eat?" Uncle Harith showed his wife a menu book.

Nadia looked at every menu written.

"Fire the fire, yeah. It looks good" he said, giving the book back to Uncle Harits. He called the waiter and ordered food.

"If we make a house in the middle of a rice field like this, it feels like life will be calm and peaceful." Uncle Harits rests his body on both hands which he pressures behind the body. His feet dangled down, with eyes fixed on the expanse of rice fields that began to turn yellow.

"Hmm .. can also. Then, Mas will work in the fields like them. I will faithfully deliver food to Mas during the day and help in the fields until we return home. Akang, eat first, oruh .. it's noon. This Neng bring red rice, gogodoh salted fish (salted fish ditepipungin), and sambal terasi, delicious." Nadia chuckles at demonstrating women's speech style in the land of Pasundan.

His hands pointed to a group of Mothers and Fathers who were resting under a coconut tree, resting from their farming activities.

Uncle Harist laughed along, that simple language alone had made his heart flowery.

"They're like female warriors in a colossal film series. Right, right?" after the laughter ended.

"Mmc ... It's right." Nadia chimed in after seeing them start moving again. The conversation stopped when their order arrived. The distinctive aroma of roasted fish bursts into their sense of smell to awaken worms in the stomach.

"How long is our journey?" asked Uncle Harits again after sitting in the steering wheel.

"Mmm .. in about half an hour. Go, Mas! Gasp!" nadia is excited. Journey continued. Entering the Sawarna area, the vast sea landscape again became their friend. Passing through a mountain, and also a natural forest. There are a lot of monkeys hanging on the branches of trees.

"Manuk Island. It's called that because it looks like a bird." Nadia said as they crossed a tourist spot.

Uncle Harits mangosteen.

"Here many tours goa, there goa Langir, goa thousand temples, and many more." Nadia again told me when their car crossed a tourist gate, "a little while away from our destination. The place that became an icon of this Sawarna beach, Tanjung Layar," he continued with a smile.

Crossing a bridge, unfortunately the car can not enter the beach area any further. Uncle Harist had to park the car a little further away from the beach.

"Where do you call Tanjung Layar?" ask uncle Harits impatiently.

"Patience, we should find lodging first. Just near there, yeah. To be closer," replied Nadia who was taken by her husband. Uncle Harist dragged the suitcase, while Nadia put her hand on the man's arm while explaining what they could enjoy around this beach.

"We're gonna stay here?" he asked again when Nadia stopped her steps in front of an inn that seemed more comfortable than others.

"Yes, let's go in!" An old man welcomed them when the two of them walked over the iron fence.

He explained the details of the inn, and showed the contents. There is only one room with a balcony overlooking the sea. The bathroom is in it too. Everything looks clean and neat even though it is narrow.

Uncle Harith paid the rent and the old man handed the keys to him. Nadia slammed her tired self onto the mattress that lay on the floor. It is simple, but beautiful to be with the people we love.

"Bath first, yeah. Sultry." Nadia nodded, she took out a towel from inside the suitcase and gave it to uncle Harith.

Nadia walked to the balcony, standing while staring at the vast ocean in the distance. His waves were heard to where he stood.

There was a chair made of rattan, he sat down and enjoyed his leisure time.

Ting!

A message came into his phone. Nadia opened it, a message from Winda and Rima.

[Make us a twin nephew!]

Nadia smiled reading the message.

[Unfortunately Maak is making cake dough.]

He replied, waiting for a reply.

[It's true, right ... Ma'am wants to make dough with Brother Harits. Do not forget to pray, and do not use safety.]

The laughing icon completes the message of Vinda. Nadia was comforted, her fatigue disappeared instantly by replying to a message with her two adopted sisters. He leaned back to enjoy the breeze that greeted his body.

Tanjung Layar, Sawarna, Bayah, Lebak, Banten.

Photo: personal documentation.