Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Guests Not Invited

"He threatened you?" uncle Harith asked after sitting near Nadia. The woman who ate the hawker chuckled a little before she turned to her husband and pinched Harith's uncle's stuffy nose.

"Nobody would dare threaten me if I was my husband. Just look! They were always vigilant in looking after me" he said again eating snacks in his hands. He looked around, there were a lot of suspicious people around him when he was outside the house.

The man beside her sighed, Nadia was a mentally strong woman. It is not easy to get carried away by emotions even though he has experienced trauma.

"You realized?"

"It's just today."

"I don't think you'll notice."

"I'm your wife, Mas. There's no way I don't know you after all these years together." Nadia glanced back at him.

"Who is he, Mommy?" He asked me who the woman was.

Uncle Harits glanced at him, the ordinary Nadia continued to devour little by little the snacks in her hands until they were gone.

"My ex-wife." Briefest.

Nadia mangot. There was no more conversation between the two of them.

Uncle Harith dropped himself lying on his wife's lap. He changed his sleeping position, facing Nadia's flat stomach. Kissing him, swiping his nose on his wife's stomach.

"I want him to grow up here quickly, want to feel his movements. Do you know, I've already prepared a name for our son." Uncle Harits looked up for a moment, smiled, and again spoke to himself in front of Nadia's stomach.

"Mas, she said as pregnancy enters its fourth month, we should talk to her often." Nadia rubbed her husband's hair occasionally to comb it with her fingers.

"Why? What does it mean that I can't talk to her now?" Not happy, feeling prohibited from playing with his son who is still as big as a sprout seed.

"It's not so, Mom. At the age of entering the fourth month, the spirit is blown into the fetus. She can interact, hear and feel what her mother feels. So when his age comes, Mas must often invite him to talk like now." Nadia smiled as her husband raised his head to look at her.

"Good .. good." He dropped his head again, stretched out his arms around his wife's waist.

They were almost all day in the park. Accompanied by the bustle of humans who mill about, as well as vehicles that pass.

"We're home." Nadia nodded. Their car arrived home as the ashar adzan roared. Gegas both entered the house, cleaned themselves and performed the prayer of Ashar.

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Months later, Nadia's pregnancy continues to develop. I don't think this month has reached the fourth month. The thanksgiving event. All at the request of Mother who wants to share with the people in the neighborhood.

All the preparations for the event were he and Aunt with the nanny Mother who prepared it. Nadia banned them from doing this and that. Plus uncle Harits who also contributed to this.

"I don't want you and our son to be okay, baby." Uncle Harits came from behind him. He kissed Nadia's tubers before landing his butt next to her.

Nadia grabs her husband's hand and kisses him reverence. He helped take off the man's coat and placed it on the back of the chair.

"How does it work?" tanyanya while getting rid of the shoes worn by the man and replace them with home sandals.

"Alhamdulillah, everything is good. All thanks to your prayers, you, Mother, and all our children. Including the sustenance that's still in here." Uncle Harits bowed. Pecking his wife's stomach a little popping.

"Hallo, Daddy's son! How are you today? You're okay, aren't you?" Uncle Harits kissed the stomach again while rubbing it. He put his ear on her, as if he were listening to the baby's answer.

"She said she's okay." The man smiled as he looked up at his wife. Nadia rubbed her husband's damp hair while smiling. The boredom just disappeared.

"I'm making coffee, Mas." Uncle Harith restrained Nadia as she was about to move on. He sat him down and laid himself on his wife's lap.

"I don't want coffee, I want you guys." He turned to face Nadia's stomach. Wrapping her hands around the waist contained the woman and swiping her nose on her distended stomach.

"Mas, is the show going to be massive?" nadia asked after she noticed all the busyness that the people in the house were doing.

"I don't know, all Moms are set up, but you know not? Back then, when my ex-wife was pregnant there was no event like this. Mom was indifferent, and not even familiar with her. It's so different from you, you're good at taking Mom's heart." He smiled again and held his embrace.

"This, Auntie make it special. Eaten mumpung is still hot," said Bibi put a bowl of vegetables that are still reflecting smoke.

"Thank you, Bi." Aunt turned around, uncle Harits also turned around. Should the smell of lime emanate from the puff of smoke.

"Soto?" Nadia nodded as the man's eyes asked. He sat down and sniffed the distinctive aroma of the soto.

"Come, eat! My bribe!" Uncle Harith lifted the bowl and began to feed his wife. Blown the steaming sauce before putting it in Nadia's mouth. Simplicity in the afternoon that sows beautiful flowers in their hearts.

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The next day, at the Thanksgiving event, many invited guests attended. Including the neighbors, and the street children who were brought by Winda and Rima at the behest of Mother. The front yard of the mansion was crowded, but their smiles and laughter indicated that they were happy for Nadia's pregnancy.

They greet the friendly of every guest, there are also those who ask for a photo together. Everyone will get a souvernir from the Naira boutique right away. A hijab for Moms and a cocoa for Fathers. Not to forget for children with various gifts.

The joint prayer was led by a great teacher who had guided Harith's uncle for two months of religious studies. The man really respected anyone with a teacher title. To him, whatever a person might become in his future, there was still the role of a teacher in it.

Right after the event was over, and continued with the meal, two cars entered the courtyard of Uncle Harits' house which was deliberately opened to the public on that day.

Both Mother, Nadia, and uncle Harith themselves waited with frowning foreheads. The uninvited guest is who. The car stops at the parking lot, the hustle and bustle of the invited guests still enliven the event. Harits uncle's entourage of teachers has returned because there are still other events that he has to fill.

The car door opened, two men came down and two other women set foot in the yard of Uncle Harith's house. The eyes of the two men were in disbelief. Nadia herself was confused by the expression of her mother-in-law and her husband.