Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

What's Uncle Harits Like?

The knocking of a man's footsteps contains a joyful merriment. The face line cannot be covered. The ripples of longing and love were clearly visible in his eyes. In his hand held a package, a simple snack that he bought while on the road earlier.

He understood, his wife liked simple things like the food she was bringing right now. Regardless of the cheap price, the important thing is that he can give a smile of happiness to the woman who is now the queen in his heart.

Smiles are full of charm, captivating the eyes of anyone he meets. The flowers escaped from his heart, flying with the butterflies that tickled his taste.

He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the door of a room. No matter the astonished looks of the uniformed people standing around the hallway.

Longing is always passionate even though every time we meet. His smile, his voice, his spoiled nature, his silky skin, made him want to always be in the warm deck of his body.

His hand opened the door slowly, slightly his head gawking inwards. Silent. His forehead was wrinkled, confused. Open the door wide. Let it open just like that.

He turned around, the face of the sumringah that had adorned him, disappeared instantly.

"Where is my wife? Why did you let him out of the room?" Voice demanded. The ripples on his face hardened, judging recklessly at those he sent to guard.

"Mrs .. to Miss Winda's room, sir." They're bowed. Waiting for a moment of reaction from the man they called the Master.

Uncle Harith's breath, relieve their chest. The heart that had been racing fast, now returned to normal as before although gradually.

Without a word, Harith's uncle turned around and took his steps towards the room of Vinda. He forgot that there was still Winda in the hospital. Forgotten about his overused assistant wanting Winda to be treated until he completely recovers.

Without knocking, without excuse, the big hand sassy opened the door of the room Winda. He gawked as he put his eyes on her not liking him. Except for just three.

"Hey, who are you? Why not knock on the door and ask permission first!" hardik is a girl the age of Winda and Rima.

Nadia bit her lip as Harits uncle's eyes fell on her. He shook his head slightly, Winda and Rima compactly bowed with both shoulders shaking. Laughing at Uncle Harits who looks stupid.

Uncle Harith clenched his open lips, he also straightened his body which had been slightly bent. I walked in and closed the door without a sound.

"Hey, sassy! Why are you entering the room so badly?" the other one was no less fierce.

Uncle Harith was still silent, guessing in his heart and mind who the strangers in the room were.

He looked at one by one of them, before dropping glances at the stunned Nadia without a word. Beside him Rima was still downcast with Winda who had not dared to raise her face. Mmm ... like intentionally letting uncle Harits get treatment like that.

Everyone was nervous as the man's broad steps approached Nadia. He pecked the head of the hijab woman briefly. His hand held onto Nadia's face, flipping through it as if there was something he was looking for in her smooth face.

They looked at each other, seeing the treatment of Uncle Harith, they began to second-guess.

"You're okay, aren't you, baby? Did they hurt you? Did they insult you too?" harith's uncle scoured every corner of his wife's face, "say something did they touch you?" he continued to sound panicked.

The girl who first rebuked uncle Harith, moved closer to his mother. He hugged the hand of a woman of her age, trembling in fear. Recall that Nadia is the wife of Harith's uncle who is none other than their son's boss.

"Mas!" Nadia lowered her husband's hand that was still on his face, grasping it with a sweet smile.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Nadia reassured the man in front of her through the eyes.

"Mas, what the fuck are you, anyway? I'm here to see Willa, and they're your assistant's family, Mas." Uncle Harith took off a quick hug and looked at his wife's face again.

Nadia nodded reassuringly that what she said was true. Winda and Rima also nodded their heads when the black bead hit them blind.

Uncle Harith turned his head, looking one by one at those who stood clumped. Some were shaking, some were flooded with sweat, some were gulping down saliva.

"Lord! Sorry for our sassness. We really don't know if you are a Yoga boss. Forgive us, Sir!" please the oldest of them.

The old man cupped his hands to his chest, lowered his head without daring to raise his face to look at Uncle Harith.

"Quick apologize!" Women of Mother's age push the body of the girl who rebuked Uncle Harits earlier. He looked over with twitching lips and hot eyes. The water had even fallen from its place.

"Master!" He fell on the floor, resting at the feet of uncle Harith, "forgive me, sir. I've been presumptuous to say rudely to you earlier. You're wrong to enter the room. I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't punish my family. Please, Master!" He arrived in front of Harith's uncle. His head that lowered he attached to the tops of hands that cupped each other.

Silent. Only the girl's sobs could be heard. Nadia rubbed her husband's hand, calming his heart that might have been offended earlier.

Uncle Harith glanced at his wife, Nadia shook her head asking him not to punish them.

"Haha ...." Broken the laughter of uncle Harith, he was frowned upon while holding his stomach.

Nadia gawked, glancing at Winda and Rima who were as stupid as her.

"Mas!" furious Nadia. He pulled the man's shirt and beat his arm, "so sweet as a man. I made everyone hang, you know!" Nadia gripped her husband's arm tightly.

"Aw .. pain, Which. Forgive me! Be ill. Already ... already! Sorry .. Sorry!" pinta uncle Harits gasped. He raised his hand in surrender, still with the rest of the laughter in his mouth.

The Yoga family is really confused. They didn't think the man that his son respected would prank them like this. To be honest, their hearts were no longer sullen.

"I apologize to them!" ketus Nadia while turning with a reddened face annoyed.

"Well ... well, Mas will apologize to them" he said, calming down.

"Ekhem!" He cleared his throat before saying, "I am Harith, sorry for my impoliteness that has plagued you. It's nice to get to know the family of the person I've always relied on, and also I apologize for always troubling your son. Thank you for giving me such a great man as your son. Thank you!" Uncle Harits lowered his head for a while before embracing his wife.

Without hesitation, he kissed the top of Nadia's head.

"I've apologized, don't be mad anymore!" said seduce.

Winda and Rima snorted, knowing very well the mode of their brother-in-law who was afraid of not being given rations.

While the Yoga family, amazed at what uncle Harits did earlier.

Is that really the guy? Not like what Yoga describes. Which he said was haughty, cold, cruel, and heartless, but which one did I see? Nice joke guy.

Like that their hearts were murmuring.