Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Quarrelling

Brak!

Nadia's room door opened violently revealing Harith's uncle who was standing with clenched hands. Nadia smiled at him, and so did Mom. The old woman turned her head and gave her smile to the man standing in the doorway.

However, in the eyes of Harith's uncle who had bad memories of the woman with his wife, the smile that Mother carved was more like the grin of a criminal who threatened his victims.

Uncle Harith walked over quickly, "What did you do to my wife?!" He grabbed Mom's hand and threw her down violently.

The old woman's body fell into a slump against the floor with the plate that was out of hand, and also the food that was scattered. Nadia shrieked, her eyes perfectly rounded.

"Mas! What are you doing?" He came down to Mom and hugged her, "Mom's okay?" he asked the woman who was crying.

Her waist hurts, but her heart hurts more when she gets such bad treatment from her son. He nodded his head in response to Nadia's question.

The woman looked up at her husband who was still filled with anger. I don't know what caused him to get angry this time.

"What are you doing, Mom? Why are you pulling Mom so rudely like that?" asked Nadia in an unstoppable high tone. His face blushed like that of Uncle Harith. The plan wanted to tell the man about her pregnancy, receding with Uncle Harith's rude attitude towards Mother.

The man was still silent, his mouth locked tightly with his chest heaving with emotion.

"You know, Mom, I was bribing me to eat. We ate together, but you pulled Mom rough. Look, all the food is scattered, the dishes are also falling apart because of you, Mas!" Nadia pointed at the rice and side dishes that were lying on the floor as well as broken and scattered dishes.

Uncle Harith watched the floor he was on. There was no expression on his face, neither regret nor guilt. Not at all.

"He fed you?" His eyes looked suspiciously at the woman who was still bowed.

Nadia laughed blandly, laughing at Harits' silly uncle in her opinion.

"Are you suspicious of your own biological mother?" She squinted at her husband.

"It's possible he put poison in that food for"

"MAS!" hardik Nadia while standing up and dealing with uncle Harith, "if Mom does poison the food, then the one who will be affected first of course Mother because we eat it together. Tega you, Mas, accuse Mother herself. It's possible that you've done bad things in the past, but it doesn't rule out the possibility that you've realized it and are fixing it all." The tone of voice coming out of his lips. His body was shaking violently.

"Does Mas want his own son to treat his parents like he does now?" Nadia crouched down again, Harits' uncle was dumbstruck with Nadia's speech just now.

The woman helped Mom up and left her room.

"He's dead!" Uncle Harith blocked his wife's hand, his eyes wryly begging. Regretful, but verbal is unable to speak.

"Let go of my hand! I don't want to talk to Mas before Mas apologizes to Mom." Nadia brushed off her husband's hand and pulled Mom out.

"Aragh!" Uncle Harits grabbed his hair in frustration. He doesn't know what to do. Whether to believe in Mother for Nadia's sake, or hold on to her thoughts and silence each other.

Uncle Harith approached, he leaned over to grab the object and watched it closely.

His heart rate was irregular when he saw two red lines on the object. Glad not to play, he smiled to himself. In the end, he will be a father again.

"Nadia's pregnant? Thank goodness!" his murmured softly while biting his lips held back the turmoil of taste in his heart.

Uncle Harith kissed the thing without feeling uncomfortable at all. It is fitting that Nadia's attitude is not as usual, it turns out that Harits Junior is the cause. Glad not to be a bitch. He forgot that Nadia was still angry with him.

Uncle Harits ran out of the room and looked for Nadia. He overheard the sound of crying from the direction of the guest room on the first floor. He approached, and stood by the door. He saw Nadia was calming Mother who shed her tears.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Forgive Mas Harits for his attitude. Maybe Mas Harits is doing a lot of work and there are problems in the office. So, can not control yourself when you get home," said Nadia while hugging the body of the mother who shook.

"Maybe it's a punishment for Mom for what she used to do that never cared about her. It's okay, son. Mother accepts it, Mother will accept however Harith treats Mother. Don't feel guilty. Mother's the wrong one here." He took off a hug, rubbed Nadia's wet cheeks and smiled.

Uncle Harith leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and felt his heart ache seeing the two women in the room crying together.

She grasped the pregnancy test device tightly, her tears also dripped when Nadia's speech burrowed in the ear. Nah! He shook his head in denial of anything bad that would happen.

"Mom's not mad at her at you, too, son. Harist was a good boy, only he was a little quiet and lacked confidence in his childhood. Mom did that just wanted her to open her eyes that the world was not just in the home environment. I want him to have courage and confidence. It's okay, don't cry. Mother is okay," he said while holding Nadia's body which was sobbing.

Uncle Harith who heard, clenching both hands resisted the other turmoil of his inner sense.

The cries of the two women, really knocked down his defenses. He could no longer hide, what more when he remembered the thing in his hand. Uncle Harits stuffed the item into his pants pocket before entering Mom's room.

"Mother?" The two women who were hugging, broke away and turned to the source of the voice.

Nadia quickly turned her face away from her husband. The anger has not subsided for the man.

"What did you come here for? If only to hurt Mom, then Mas would have to go through me first!" ketus Nadia glanced sharply at Uncle Harits who was still standing in the doorway.

Her eyes rolled, glancing at Nadia who was throwing her face away. He looked at Mother who was looking at him with those myopic old eyes.

Uncle Harits stepped up, Nadia was on guard. She clasped Mom's hand to protect her in case she had any ill intentions.

Nadia was aghast until her body retreated with both legs raised when uncle Harits dropped down to rest at Mother's feet. His mouth was gaping, his eyes were flashing in disbelief.

Old uncle Harits at that position. Not only was Nadia surprised, but Mother also almost reacted the same as Nadia.

"Mother ...."