Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Make up

Nadia waited, she looked at her husband who since the first word said no more words continued. Mother also clenched her lips tightly, did not want to precede her son who wanted to pour the word.

"Mom .. from a long time ago, from when I was a child, there has never been a taste of hate or even resentment in my heart. There is only fear ..fear of losing the affection and attention of Mother. That fear made me weak, insecure, I was even afraid to set foot into the outside world. I'm always looking for attention, as the youngest child, I want more affection. I always thought it was supposed to be my time with Mom and Dad, but my two sisters always heated me up they always said that Mom and Dad loved them more than me"

"Mom, they even beat me up a lot, and Mom always stood up for them because I was such a useless kid." Uncle Harits opened his front shirt, the never-seen wound is now clearly visible in the eyes of his mother's parents.

He was surprised to close his own mouth unsure of what he was seeing.

"Look at this, Mom. It's a scar that Brother made because I wanted to call Mom, but they forbid. Mom doesn't even care about me, I'm dying in the hospital and only Aunt is accompanying me. I don't care about you at all, Mom." Uncle Harits took off the shirt and threw it. He turned to his mother's back to show her the lash scar he had received.

The woman's tears fell, she never knew there was such a story in her son's childhood life. He's the one who's always busy working, and Dad who never cares about him.

"Dad always whips me when I do naughty things. He locked me away for a whole day without food and drink, and I never knew I didn't care when I wanted to complain. Mom even hit me a lot ... here .. and here ...." Uncle Harits lowered his head, his hands pointing at the thighs and calves that often get punches from him.

Nadia, unable to hear that, fell down in front of her husband. She hugged the man, rubbed his husband's uneven back while occasionally kissing his shoulder.

The warmth that Nadia delivered, moving the hand of uncle Harith to return his embrace. Mother closed her mouth, hugging her son from behind. He wept until his tears fell on Uncle Harith's skin.

"All that I can't forget, every time I remember, every time I want to reply. However, it turned out that I was unable to retaliate and preferred to leave the house." Uncle Harith took off Nadia's embrace, he held the woman's face with both hands. The tears of Nadia left a trail on her cheeks.

"Life is stuck in the streets, hungry, cold, hot, rainy even when the snow falls, my body freezes because it has no place to live. In the end I met good fortune, someone hired me and I raised money to build my own business." He kissed Nadia's cheek and brought her back into the arms.

"I'm sorry .. I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, Harits ...." Mother was crying covering her own face. Uncle Harith took off his arms and moved with Nadia to sit on the edge of Mom's bed.

Nadia hugged her waist, and placed her cheeks on her husband's back. He wanted to be a strength to Harith's uncle, not a weakness.

Uncle Harith held the old hand, Mother dropped the head, but Uncle Harith held it. Nadia took off her embrace as the man hugged Mom.

"I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, please forgive me before it's too late. Forgive me ...." She cried again, shedding regret in her heart.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm sorry, sorry, too." Uncle Harith buried a face on his fragile shoulders. He took off another hug, and turned to Nadia.

"Thank you for reminding me not to disobey Mom. Your presence brought about a change in my life. I, far from religion, can now know who my God is? Thank you, dear. I love you, Nadia. Love you so much." Nadia went into her husband's body. It was a story of the man's life journey.

Mother smiled, uncle Harits also embraced her. Now, he realized the two women were very valuable for his life.

"I don't want our kids to do the same to us. Don't want to." Uncle Harits took off his hand, rubbing Nadia's stomach. He pecked the flat stomach, and rubbed it again.

Nadia and Mom looked at each other, then laughed.

"Mas know?" his question did not suspect while rubbing the corner of his watery eyes. Uncle Harits smiled, he straightened up and took out a pregnancy test kit from his pocket.

"It." Nadia shook her head, nodding her head as she sat down with her husband's bead.

"I forgot it, but I reminded you again." Nadia sulks spoiled.

"So you still want to not?" ask him again. Crying and laughter mixed up like what it felt like.

"You, Mas, but Mas's the meticulous." She was on her husband's chest. Uncle Harith was anxious, he hugged his wife's body firmly.

"Tomorrow, Mas." She laughed, and she was happy to see a smile she had never seen on her son's face.

"Mom, say goodbye first, yeah. I want water guava said." Mother nodded. Uncle Harith took Nadia out and headed for her neighbor's house.

"Where do you ask, which? I'm ashamed." Uncle Harith rubbed his nape, imagining asking for it already made his face flushed in shame.

"Mas just ask the same person, is it difficult?" Nadia seduced, she gave a kiss on her husband's cheek and smiled sweetly.

"Mas, come on, hurry! I've seen a lot of drool hanging up there!" Nadia pointed at the water guava hanging on her tree. So evocative of his taste.

Uncle Harith grimaced as he stared at the fruits hanging so high soaring.

"Let Mother ask for it, Mother does not want Mother's grandchildren to be upset," Mom snatched as she passed the two of them to the homeowner's gate.

Nadia nudged her husband's arm, a little upset. Uncle Harith was embarrassed, even more embarrassed if he had to beg others.

"Excuse me, assalaamu'alaikum!" greet Mother kindly. Before long, the owner of the house appeared and smiled kindly.

"Eh, Madam, Mr and Mrs Harith, what's wrong?" open the gate and get out.

"Here, Mom, this daughter-in-law is having a cravings and she wants this mother's water guava. If possible we want to buy it," said Mom politely.

"Waduh .. if for people cravings do not need to buy, just take it. That's a blessing, said the parents later the fruit will increase if taken by the mother who craves. Wait a minute, I call my husband, yes," he said. Mother smiled mangosteen.

"Wait, Mom!" Harith's uncle's heart beat and Nadia stopped him.

"Alamat ..." he murmured while glaring.

"Yes, Madam!" He came back.

"Mmm .. Let my husband pick it, I don't want to trouble people" he said. As he understood, Mother and the owner nodded.

"Come, baby. Get me a lot! Be careful!" Uncle Harith grimaced, hugging the guava tree tightly.

"Mother ...!"