Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Punishment

The spacious room immediately felt cramped and stifling. The air around is thinning and they have to scramble each other to meet the air supply into their lungs.

Except for him who stood haughty with his cold flat face, his gaze was straight piercing, giving fear to the hearts of the two who were sitting on the defendant's bench.

He pulled out another bench and turned it around for a moment before sitting on it. The man propped up his chin on the hand that he placed on the back of a bench that was deliberately upside down. Both legs straddle wide, smiling provides a non-playful threat.

"You know what, Old Man? This wound you gave me all over my body, leaving a mark that can never be lost. Creating a deep grudge. I had to endure tremendous pain, unparalleled pain, and despair that left me slumped in the wound" Harith's uncle sounded bitter and heartbreaking.

"But that was ...." He chuckled before continuing, "it used to be. I struggled to grow up to be strong and was no longer easily bullied." Uncle Harith smiled again. His face turned witty in a matter of seconds.

"Ha-harits .. Are you-you changed?" said the old man trembling for a moment uncle Harith pulled a lump in his mouth. He just wanted to hear his voice before he could give the punishment.

"Conscious, Old Man! Didn't you yourself teach me to be strong, all because of you I can be this strong now. Don't forget what you did!" sahut uncle Harits while smiling at him.

The old man, who was none other than Uncle Harith's father, looked down. There was a sense of regret in his heart as he recalled the youth of uncle Harith whom he had treated badly.

Uncle Harith who was quiet and did not talk much when he was a child, considered useless and stupid. Removed from the order of heirs when he was in his prime. Incited me to come hate Uncle Harits too.

"But anyway, I-I am your father, Harith!" he said it was barely audible.

"Haha ...." The laughter of the man before him broke out instantly after he heard the man speak.

"I don't deny that you are my father. I admit it, Dad. However, Dad is still Dad .. I'm a bit suspicious for that. Because, a father will certainly love his baby, not even torture him to leave scars and even grudges in his heart. I'm right, aren't I, Dad?"

Uncle Harith smiled, seeing the old face before him being flooded with sweat. He is nervous and afraid to remember the mistakes he made decades ago.

"Actually I want to meet you and get revenge, but it would ruin my honor. Be I wait even though I have many years, I patiently wait for you to come hand yourself over to me. In the end, you came too. I won!"

He clenched his hands with a proud smile on his lips. The old man before him bowed, both his shoulders shaking.

"I'm sorry, Harits! Excuse me. Whatever the punishment, I will accept. Sorry!" she said with a sobbing cry of a sedan.

"Well ... I'm sorry, but ... for your wife's mistake, I can't forgive her? Did you allow me to punish him?" The flat face again turned witty, like a child expressing his desire to parents.

His eyes flickered cutely, even the formed smile looked adorable. The old man glanced at the woman beside him, he did not know what to do. Can only bow his head deeply avoiding the young wife's gaze.

The crying of the woman became. He roared, but no words were spoken because his mouth was still stuffed with cloth. He screamed, stomping on the hysterical chair.

Uncle Harith laughed, his head turning back to the woman he had met for the second time.

"Hi, Madam .. ah, do I have to call you Mother? Or Mamah? Mother? It's disgusting!" uncle Harits's lips.

The woman's body stiffened as Harith's uncle got up from the chair. He grew more frightened as the man approached him.

"You're too presumptuous! Your age might not be much different from your henchmen, right? You want to know what happened to him?" The lips formed a smile again.

"She's already received her sentence, for life. I'm sure he'll never be able to forget it for a lifetime"

"You've taken away my mother's happiness. You took everything that belonged to my mother, husband, possessions, and the peace of her life. Then, now you want to harm my son and wife? You almost killed everyone. For what? For this?!"

Uncle Harith slammed the file he had hidden behind his body into the woman's presence. Both the old man, and the woman widened their eyes when they saw the file they were looking for.

"This is what you're looking for, isn't it? You guys want this just like those two losers!" Uncle Harits glanced at the two in turn. He smiled, the old man's apology was just a joke.

Look at his old eyes, so thirsty for treasure. It's like a perverted man faced with a sexy woman.

"You want that rubber garden, don't you? I'll let you stay there, but ...."

Uncle Harits smiled as the two pairs of eyes pointed at him. Waiting impatiently for the continuation of the man's words.

"But as a worker. Haha ... You will work for me. Of course, you guys will pay me the same salary as any other worker. Not to get a bite of rice is necessary with hard work. I'm right, aren't I, Dad? Just like you told me before. If I want something then, I have to work hard to get it"

"I remember .. I always remember that. It's so hard on my heart, Dad. When those two people only need to stick up to you, but I have to sweat myself to get what I want. Now, what if you do what you told me to do, too?" A wicked grin sticking out on the surface of his lips.

The old body shakes, and so does the woman. What he used to do, now turned to him.

"Take these two humans into the rubber garden! Unite them with the other workers and keep an eye on them both!" tell Uncle Harits to return to his original mood. Flat and cold.

"Ha-harits .. Please don't do that to Dad, son! Dad's so old, weak and helpless"

"I was too young to sweat, Dad. Still weak and helpless, but did you see all that? Did Dad embrace me? Nah! You're laughing at me!" uncle Harits reminds him of past events. The old man looked down again. This time he really regretted everything.

"Make sure tonight, you guys take them there!" his orders again as he turned around to leave the room.

"Hariths! Son! Forgive me, Harith! Sorry Dad!" The old man's whimper echoed inside the room in tandem with an indistinct scream from the woman beside him.

Uncle Harits flinkered, he continued on without wanting to turn his head.

I-i'm sorry! But the pain in my heart, still leaves a deep grudge. I'm not punishing you, Dad, as much as he is because I still respect you as my father.

Uncle Harits enters his car, he returns without Yoga as his assistant must make sure the two men get their punishment.

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What you did to your son in his childhood, then that's what you'll see in his future.

Just take the good of this part, the bad throw it away.