Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Mother's Reason

"How's your stomach, honey? What pain?" asked Uncle Harits while rubbing Nadia's stomach gently. The woman shook her head, she swept the damp hair of her husband who was asleep on the lap.

"No, Mas. I was sick, but now it's okay. Maybe it's just shock, because there's a knock. Who are they, my friend?" Nadia asked back, faintly she knew, but wanted to be clearer. Who are they to dare to do things that her husband does not like.

"They are my two brothers, the older brother who used to torture and pitted me against Father and Mother. They still think I am weak. Never mind, not important. Now they won't dare bother us anymore." Uncle Harith moved, he laid Nadia down and lay down beside her.

The singing of the night beast is ready to bring the sleep of the people to the dream realm. A place where everyone could be what he wanted without the scorn of the others. A place that does not sometimes make humans no longer want to return to their real life is painful.

"Sleep!" pinta uncle Harith to his wife. According to Nadia, she clasped her husband's body and began to close her eyes. Don't want to care what her husband's past life was like and how? He is afraid that if he hears, it will shake his love. A little more knows it better than to keep curious which will bring itself to a regretful end.

"Mas, can you chant anything for our child?" pinta Nadia in her eyes closed and did not lift her face at all.

"Mas can't do anything, honey. Really!" Uncle Harits chimed in. His eyes were not awake like Nadia.

"Anything, Mas. I think I want to hear Mas chant something. Is that our son's wish?" Nadia begged meekly tightened her embrace.

"Mmc ... But only Al-Ikhlas can still be laid out. Try it, yeah." Nadia nodded obediently. Whatever was important was from her husband's mouth.

"Bismilahbornrahmaanirrahiim ...." Uncle Harith paused, taking a breath first before throwing it away slowly. Nadia smiled, her heart blossoming even though her husband's reading was not as fluent as Ikram used to be. It's okay, like that he's been trying to please his wife and son.

"Qul huwallaahu Ahat"

"Ahad! The dal section at the end should be slammed until it brags because he qolqolah kubro. It's at the end of the sentence" Nadia gently said. Don't forget she put a kiss on her husband's chest.

Uncle Harits took another breath before starting to refine his reading. "Qul huwallaahu Ahad!" Silence listening to Nadia's correction. His wife's head nodded.

"Allaahush-sho .. shomad!" Pause for a moment because comparing readings. Nadia nodded again, "lam yalit-"

"Yalid lam! It's the same slam, but it's a small scale. Just a little because he's qolqolah shughro. It's in the middle of the sentence not at the end." Nadia recited her husband's reading.

Uncle Harith took another breath before continuing the reading, "Lam yalid wa lam yuu .. yuulad." Silently again heard Nadia's protest. Nothing, he was ready to continue reading.

"Wa lam yakul-lahuu kufuan Sunday!" Back to silence, "shodaqallaahul-'adhiim!" Finish too, in the heart of uncle Harith was relieved.

Nadia was getting up, she looked up and gave a kiss on her husband's cheek. Smile happily when his heart's desires are fulfilled.

"Thank you, baby. Mas's great!" praise her while again immersing her face in her husband's armpits. A little praise made the man's love grow in his heart. Nadia sleeps, but Harits' uncle moves on.

Slowly put away Nadia's hand and put her head on the pillow. He walked towards his study. There's work to be done before tomorrow. It occurred to him why his two brothers were very eager to bring Mother. There must be a secret that Mom has hidden from her.

"Because of this!" Mother suddenly appeared by raising a file in her hand. Uncle Harist raised a glance from the laptop screen in front of him. He waited for Mother to come closer.

"May I come in?" His steps came to a halt for a moment as he remembered he had not asked his son's permission to enter. Uncle Harits nodded his head in response. Mother continued her steps and sat in the chair opposite uncle Harith.

"What is that, Mom?" Ask with a frown on the forehead. Two files of some kind of certificate that Mom handed to her.

"You see for yourself. It was your grandfather's care before he died when you were a toddler. Grandfather gave this to you, and this is what your two brothers are after as well as your father," explained Iirih.

Uncle Harith opened it and read what was written in there. His eyes were round, twinkling lights refracted in his manic that was as dark as the night sky.

"Waw .. it's appropriate that they fight over this .. because I'm after this myself, ma'am. I don't know the location I want is mine" said uncle Harits Sumringah. Mom sighs.

"You've been looking for you for a long time, Harith, but they've always deterred you from even threatening to kill you. Your father supported them, he married my own maid. His company went bankrupt because of the behavior of his wife. Also his son who likes wild-racing"

"Each of your brothers has taken a share of the treasure that Mother has even your father also took his share. Companies, houses, shops, and everything they've mastered. This is all I'm hiding and they're after him, too." Mother shrank the tears that suddenly flowed without instruction.

Uncle Harits was stunned to hear the story I told him. The file in his hand was indeed tempting. The five-hectare rubber plantation follows a magnificent villa building located on the hill. Who wouldn't want to have it? Uncle Harith himself has visited the manager dozens of times, but he did not give any information about the landowner at all.

"Then, how did you escape and find my home?" tanyanya wants to know. This is the interesting part. He waited for her to continue her story.

"I heard your father and his wife say they came to your house here. Both of your brothers are also planning to wickedly want to kill you. For that I was determined to find a way how to get out of there. Mom wrote down your address they mentioned and left quietly in the middle of the night. It's not easy because there are guards who always stand there. I've been helped by a guard who feels sorry for Mom and is looking for you here." Mother holds her son's hand.

"I'm sorry, Harith, when I came here I was arrogant and even insulted Nadia. I'm just afraid the people around you are just using you. Turns out, Nadia is different, she really sincerely loves you as well as such a good Aunt. People here ... They are warm to make you comfortable and comfortable to be here. I'm sorry again." Mother's tears broke into Uncle Harith's skin.

The hand was raised and wiped the tears of women who turned out to have a story of struggle that was not easy. He sat down at Mom's feet. Uncle Harith dropped his head on his mother's old lap. It felt comfortable when the touch he wanted since childhood was stroking his head. The warm kiss that he almost never got, so reconciled his heart.

"No, Mother. There is no need to apologize for anything that has passed well. Now, we all have to live happily as a family. I just want a family that is whole, harmonious, and loving. I'm sorry I can't accept Mom directly." Mother kissed his son's head again, he rubbed the back of uncle Harith gently. Occasionally shrank her tears that fell unstoppably. This is the happiness when the self can be re-accepted after a tremendous rejection.

Mother wants nothing more than to live with her beloved son in peace and love. Plus a kind-hearted daughter-in-law is also loving and caring. What else is he looking for? He doesn't need treasures, he doesn't need the world, just the warmth of heart he needs at the end of his age.

Seeing his son and daughter-in-law happy, watching a grandson who will be born later. That happiness would feel perfect once he came into the world and gave his innocent smile to everyone. The child Nadia had been waiting for since her first marriage, was also the child that uncle Harith wanted in exchange for the missing.

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Hello, brothers and sisters, everyone! Happy new year .. May this year be bestowed blessings and sustenance. Also love and love that has no edges. Aamiins.

Warm regards from me.