Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Ain Freedom Day

Days changed, Sundays passed, and several full moons passed with all the joy felt in the big house. No more fighting, noise, interference, and others. Nadia's pregnancy was not problematic even though she had suffered from kidney failure before. So the doctor said.

Uncle Harits begins to develop a rubber plantation business that Grandpa inherited for him. The five-hectare land is now in his grasp. Here are the luxury villas located at the top of the plantation hill. Not infrequently he and Nadia stay there. Sometimes with their foster children too.

Winda and Rima are empowered by Nadia to take care of her boutique. She herself, already does not want to interfere and will only focus on being a housewife. Waiting for your husband at home while taking care of the children. That's all he did. Both of her foster children often see what else Nadia is currently facing the day of the birth of their first child.

"Mother, don't forget to tell us your sister was born" they asked over the phone. Nadia commented a wry smile. Like those two kids he raised. They are not like nuts that forget their skin.

Leaving Nadia with all her happiness, on the other side of the story. The lives of other main characters who every day always strengthen each other. Waiting for the return of their mothers who do not know until when will be in confinement.

"I miss Umi," said Nafisah with her innocence. The little boy still needed his mother's warm touch. It's wrapped around Ruby's armpits that always hold her while sleeping. Ikram is no longer young, not the age that makes him age, but all sorts of thoughts that always cram the contents of his brain.

The foundation is no longer inhabited, he made it a home ustadz who began to build households. Luckily, the boarding school he founded still stands despite not a few students who choose to move because of the incident Ikram and Ain were arrested by the police.

Thanks to the persistence of ustadz, some still believe his son settled there. Ikram no longer fill the lessons, all he left to ustadz to manage the pesantren. He no longer interfered in the management of the cottage. He also handed over the leadership of the lodge to senior ustadz.

Ikram does not occupy his home, but occupies the former house of Nadia lived first. The reason is, when the santri guardians come they will not see the Ikram when entering the cottage gate.

His old house was used as an office with several single ustadz who occupied it. His life began to run well because of the helping hand of uncle Harist who was willing to give capital for him to build a business again. Now, his efforts are beginning to grow. They no longer lack even rarely bring Ain food when visiting.

"Abi, come on, look at Umi! I miss Umi," whined Nafisah who raised her head to see Ikram.

"Yes, wait for Sunday tomorrow, didn't we just visit Umi yesterday? Patience, yes!" pinta Ikram while focusing on reading the book in his hand. Her three children lay in front of the television watching their favorite cartoon series.

"Ruby, how's the store? Do you need someone to help?" ask the first daughter.

"For the time being, anyway, I'm not a fuss, Abi. Maybe Ramadan later we should take the employees to help." He looked up at Abinya who was sitting on the sofa. Ikram nodded his head and continued reading.

The night grew late, the concentration increasingly enveloping the earth adds to the impression of quiet and silent on a night without stars and moon decorate. Standing by the window, some of the students are still awake checking the hut environment to make sure everything is safely under control.

Longing to creep in the recesses of his heart, longing for the presence of a figure who continues to smile even though his heart is hurt incessantly. He missed his gentle attitude. Missing his babbling and his powerful nature. Everything that was in him was deeply imprinted in his memory.

He smashed his fist at the innocent window pole. Regretting his unworthy actions as a husband when he ties him to the promise of marriage.

It all started with her guilt for not being responsible for the woman's father's death. However, as the days of time passed, the awe of his ever-bending nature turned slowly into a deep sense of love.

Who will he blame? Ain-kah's? Of course not. The only one who deserves the most blame is the one who does not become a good priest for all his wives. He was too weak to let his wife oppress another wife.

"Abi? Why haven't you slept? Is Abi thinking about Umi? Or ... Mother?" Bilal's voice broke the Ikram daydream about the unpretentious figure of Nadia.

He rubbed the corner of his eye before turning to face his son. Smiling as he looked at Bilal who was standing not far from his body.

"For what does Abi think of your Mother? She is happy with her husband, sometimes look with your brother. Abi heard that your mother is pregnant and soon giving birth," replied Ikram as loud as a coral in the ocean.

As the picture approached, he rubbed his daughter's head with a smile. Turn to Bilal who stood not far from them.

"It's okay, everyone has a past. If you want to visit your Mother, just come with them. Don't forget to bring gifts for your child. If you don't want to accept you, just go home is okay." Ikram brought his two children to sit in a chair.

He took his two sons right and left. Hugging both of them lovingly and affectionately.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

"Assynnya!" The voice of someone was heard saying a greeting softly. Making the three people inside the house simultaneously turn towards the door.

"Who, Bi?" ask Bilal. Shrugging his shoulders not knowing.

"Let me see, Bi." Ruby. Ever since they decided to stay at Nadia's house, none of them had come to visit. This is their first guest.

Ikram and Bilal wait, the view of both can not be separated from Ruby who is opening the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" he said as he opened the door. Another wind rippled that night, slurping into the house to deliver a feeling that was once lost.

Ruby's hand that was still grasping the door trembled. His eyelids and lips twitched, a sense of heat spread in his eyes, something was rushing out. Before long, the water fell down on his cheeks.

"Eye?" shaky. Ain who stood outside the house, smiled haru. His eyes were wet, he nodded small.

"Eye!" Ruby hugged Ain. Spilling a yearning on the woman.

"Umi's son!" Ain was no less trembling. Ikram and Bilal faintly heard, left the sofa and approached the two.

"Eye?" Both of them were in disbelief. Ain raised his gaze, staring at the two with wet eyes. He took off his embrace and walked over.

"Pig!" He fell at the feet of Ikram, crying with regret.

"I'm sorry Umi, Abi .. forgive Umi. Umi is sinful, very sinful. Forgive Umi, Abi .. forgive!" lirih Ain trembled under Ikram's feet.

"Umi, wakeup! Already!" Ikram lifted Ain's body and grabbed him, "no more blaming yourself. Forget what happened, we live for the future. We start all over again with all our happiness. Abi also apologized. All this happened because of Abi's error." Ain tightened his embrace, and so did Ikram.

A sense of regret and longing crammed the hearts of both. Ruby and Bilal come into their arms.

"How can Umi be free" asked Ruby after the four sat on the sofa. Ain dyed looking for the Breath, "Nafisah sleep." Ruby answered the question without that word.

Ain looked at the three before starting to answer, "Umi herself did not know, this afternoon a warden came and told Umi that today Umi was released on condition. It was all because Umi behaved well during her time in custody. That's what they say." Ain smiled, happy now filled his heart to be reunited with the family.

"Whatever it is, we're glad Umi's free." The warmth that was once gone, now comes by itself.