Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Again and again

Sharing, always leaves a trace of tranquility on the soul and heart because of him, what is obtained becomes holy and full of blessings.

An enthusiastic mother welcomes the arrival of her grandchildren, she wants the best prayers to be offered by everyone close to their neighborhood. Neighbors, religious leaders, also do not forget those who live on the streets or in a social foundation.

That day, a day of happiness for those who rarely smile. The day that makes their stomach can feel decent food, delicious and clean of course.

Mother and Aunt arranged for the nearest neighbors to go hand in hand to help prepare everything. Cooking appetizers, main dishes, as well as desserts.

Nadia sat together with several neighbors who willingly reached out to help the event. According to the instructions.

"This is called duck rujak (mashing, read 'eu'. Didn't read 'e')?" Nadia asked while paying attention to the various fruits that will be pounded in one container.

"Yes, Madam. It's called duck rujak, or we're here calling mashed rujak. All fruits will be ground and mixed into one. It tastes good and fresh."

Nadia mangosteen, her saliva suddenly gathered when she smelled the distinctive aroma of the mashed rujak.

"Can I taste it?" tanyakanya.

"Can, briefly. Just eat on the leaves, yeah. According to the myth in my area, pregnant women are good to eat in the leaves. Just thrown away. It is not stored or left dirty" said the neighbor who heads the construction.

Nadia received a bundle of banana leaves, she plucked up little by little and permeated the taste. Sweet, salty, spicy, also savory from the terasi blend into one giving a nano-nano taste sensation on the tongue.

"Don't kid!" said satisfied.

"Darling, what do you eat?" Uncle Harith stood not far from the group. Nadia waved to ask her husband to come closer.

"Who's idea for this kind of rujak?" uncle Harith asked after sitting next to Nadia and saw all the fruits that were being pounded.

"This is the Madam who asked, sir. He said he wanted this seven-monthly event to be as customary as it is." Uncle Harits mangosteen understood.

"Mas, delicious, you know. Try, me!" Nadia grazed with her hands, she brought the hand closer to her husband's mouth.

Despite his doubts, Uncle Harits still tried to taste. He chews, chews, and swallows it. They all stiffened waiting for the owner to comment.

"Mmm .. delicious, it tastes fresh. I like!" said. They breathe freely too.

"Mr and Madam, you know what? He said, if it feels good, someone said his son will be a girl"

"But there are also those who say the opposite, and believe not to believe that myth is often true."

"Yes, Sir, Madam. Some say that it tastes good, but spicy it's a boy. If it tastes good, but less spicy it's a girl's son."

One by one, the neighbors filled the conversation. Uncle Harith and Nadia did not deny because after all, the myths were things that were told for generations and word of mouth old people used to have a certain purpose and hidden meaning.

The host just nodded listening enthusiastically to the myths of the custom that some communities still live by. For them it's okay, just don't ruin the belief. If these things to damage the belief, then it should be abandoned or addressed.

"It's gonna be flanked later?" asked uncle Harits to see a small cup that is ready to be filled. There were other things there too that he did not know what they were for.

"It's going to be sold to the public, sir-"

"Why not just share it?" Uncle Harith cut off the neighbor's words.

"It will be shared with the public, but usually there are those who buy it at the price of seikhlasnya, sir." Uncle Harits the mangosteen again understood. Well ... so the name custom is not easy to change what else is eliminated.

"Don't eat this too much, baby. Your stomach is not yet filled with rice," prevent uncle Harith when Nadia's hand is about to take the rice again.

The woman pouted, the taste was good again fresh making her tongue would not stop to continue eating it.

"Yes, just a little bit more." Nadia smiled as her husband allowed her to eat it again.

"Thank you very much again, Mom, it's been deigned to help in our house" Nadia said as she stood up.

"We're glad to be able to help at your home, Madam. We feel recognised as neighbors by this family" said one of the others.

Uncle Harith took him to the living room, to meet his colleague who was visiting the house. Talking lightly occasionally discusses the business they are running.

*****

In the afternoon, the neighbors who helped one by one began to say goodbye after all the work was done. The rice and side dishes are already in the box and ready to be shared.

Not to forget they also bring provisions to eat with their families. People feel happy there are still rich people in their environment who do not hesitate to accept their helping hand.

The family is warm and fun. That is definitely not as arrogant as most people who live inside a luxurious building.

"Mas, I want that mashed spirit again," whine Nadia pointed at the parcel prepared for the guests later tonight.

"Can't! You've eaten too much, dear," said uncle Harith, holding his wife's hand so as not to take the parcel.

"But I want that mash, Mas!" Still whining with a finger pointing at the pack.

"Let's just mash you up tonight. It's no less fresh and delicious, and we can feel it together." Uncle Harits played his brows as Nadia turned her head quickly towards him.

"Why? You don't want to mash? Well ... Even if you don't want to, Mas will still punch you." He smiled pervertedly, teasing Nadia who had flushed both cheeks to her earlobe if only not covered.

"As shit, anyway? Shame to know!" She thawed, turned her face away from her husband, ashamed.

"Shame on who?"

"Ekhem!" Mother's voice increasingly makes the hue on Nadia's cheeks clearly visible. He left behind Harith's mother and uncle. Uncle Harith shrugged his shoulders, and came passing towards Nadia away.

The dhikr event and prayer went well, there were no obstacles until all invited guests disbanded after the event was over. They invited neighbors and ustadz to the complex.

Mother, uncle Harith, and Nadia sat in the family room unwind. While Winda and Rima rested in their room. The two girls were just as busy this afternoon.

"Alhamdulillah, the show went well," thanked Mother with a sigh of relief that she let out.

"The idea from which Mother involves our neighbors?" asked uncle Harith to look at his mother.

"Aunt and Mother babysitters who suggest to involve the neighbors. We need to start opening up with them. Society is not wrong, and it is not wrong. Precisely it's good, tie the cord of friendship with the people around us," said the mother who justified Nadia.

"Yes, Mas. Do not shut yourself out of the surrounding environment. As social beings, we need each other." Nadia followed her mother-in-law's advice.

Uncle Harits turned his gaze, staring alternately at Mother and his compact wife speaking.

"Well ... You guys were so compact to advise me, was this planned?" he said with raised eyebrows while smiling.

Nadia chuckles, Mom smiles.

"It just so happens, Mom."

"All right .. all right, I'm happy. Now there are two people who will always advise me when I'm wrong. I'm so grateful. Thank you." Thank you." Uncle Harith grabbed Nadia's body and kissed her crown.

Today he studied again, thanks to Nadia and also Mother, Uncle Harits never lost a smile again. The conversation continues with light things only. Nadia's pregnancy problems are only two months away waiting for the time of birth. Preparing for the baby to be born, Winda and Rima race to make clothing designs and anything for their nephews later.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

"Master! Madam! Please open the door!" The sound of shouting from outside paused their chatter. The three moved, and met the gatekeeper who knocked on the door of the house.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Harits immediately asked as soon as he opened the door, "Sir RT?" he continued when he saw the chairman of the Neighbor's Courtyard was with his gatekeeper with a pale face.

"What's up, sir? Why is my face so pale?" asked Uncle Harits confused.

"Annu ... Sir, Madam, you should look over there! Come, sir, Madam, before it's too late!"