Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Still Still Still Still Jealous

"Come, comein!" One of the men pushed the woman's body to enter the car immediately, while the old man with him seemed resigned to the punishment his own son had handed down.

"I don't want to! I don't want to go with you!" reject the woman Still thrashed in check two men who dragged her.

"Sudi does not want to, inevitably .. You have to take responsibility for your actions. You almost harmed the Madam and her baby-to-be, you also harmed Mr. Harith's mother and everyone else. I'll be watching you guys directly. Coming in!" Yoga strongly pushes the woman's body to hit the body of the car.

Not stopping there, he pulled his hand before pushing his back to enter the car. He then sat down with two suspects in the back seat facing each other.

Silence, the woman no longer cried. He turned to the window with his chest up and down with emotion. Shame and anger.

Uncle Harith smiled wickedly, he did leave the room, but not from the place. Waiting in the car and watching the drama of the woman who was reluctant to enter the car.

He even followed the motorcade until he arrived at the intersection. Uncle Harits glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Two o'clock in the morning.

He stepped on the gas pedal, turning left towards the house. The deserted streets of the capital from the vehicles were so soothing. If day were like night, life would be peaceful away from the crowds.

The gatekeeper immediately opened the gate for him as soon as he saw his master's car coming. He took immediate steps towards his room. I can't wait to see and say hello to his wife and children.

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"Darling, I'm home." He opened the door, but the room was empty. There was no Nadia there.

Uncle Harits rushed back down to Winda's room. Tapping him slowly until Winda opened the door for him while yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Sister?" Winda greeted with a raucous voice, "definitely nyari Mbak Nadia, huh? It's inside" he continued, opening the door wide.

"Am I allowed in?" said uncle Harith before stepping foot into the room of Winda. The girl nodded, she first approached the bed to wake Rima up.

Winda invited Rima to step away from the bed for a moment. Uncle Harith took his foot into another girl's room even though he was Nadia's own foster sister.

The two girls waited for each other to hold hands, Rima who was still very sleepy dropped her head on the shoulders of Winda.

Uncle Harith smiled, he shook his head to see Nadia who was so sound asleep. Sweat was running around his forehead. Uncle Harith bowed and lifted his wife's body in a sling.

Like there is no burden, Uncle Harits steps look light. He climbed the stairs to the second floor of his room. Uncle Harith carefully laid down his wife. He pecked his forehead and all parts of the woman's face, not forgetting his tempting lips as well before he went and cleaned himself in the bathroom.

After a while, Nadia seemed restless in her sleep. His lips twitched mentioning one name without a sound. He began to move his head.

Nadia tilted her sleep, still agitated. Whatever the sleeping position, still for an old pregnant woman will not feel comfortable. Wrong slanted, wrong back.

He was raving in his sleep.

"Don't! Don't do! Please!" racau Nadia is getting restless. The sweat that comes out is getting worse.

Uncle Harits came out of the bathroom while drying his hair using a towel. He was wearing only color pants without a top shirt. The scars on his body added a sexy impression on the big tall man.

He glanced at Nadia, smiling, seconds later catching the awkwardness on his wife. Spring uncle Harits throws a towel in hand on the towel hanger. He ran to the bed and checked on Nadia.

"Darling!" call Uncle Harits while wiping the sweat on Nadia's forehead, "Nadia! Awake, honey!" his bow again while gently shaking his wife's body.

"Don't!" Nadia is still in her sleep. I don't know what he's dreaming of, but it must be exhausting.

"Ruby!" call Nadia in her sleep.

"Darling! Open your eyes, Nadia!" pinta uncle Harits was still shaking his wife's body.

"Nof course! Nay! Please!" Nadia again called the names of the children Ikram in his sleep.

Uncle Harits panicked and worried to see Nadia who never opened her eyes.

"Nadia! Awake, darling! Open your eyes!" Again uncle Harith called. He's getting restless.

"Ruby! The breath!" Nadia's voice was rising.

"Nof course!" Nadia jumped, she opened her eyes wide with a hunting breath.

"Darling!" Uncle Harith grabbed him, he took Nadia to sit down.

"Mas! My mother!" Nadia hugged her husband's body tightly, she wept shedding unease in her heart.

"Quiet, baby. Relax!" Uncle Harith rubbed his back. He poured calm into his wife's heart.

He grabbed a glass of water and broke down the embrace. The removal of Nadia's tears, and the frenzy of both smooth cheeks.

"Drink first so you can calm down." He gave his wife a glass of water. Nadia received it, still with the rest of the crying she downed the water until sobbing just a little.

Uncle Harith took it back and put it back in its original place.

"Mas! Mas! Ruby, Nafisah ...." She complained to her husband. His trembling hands grasped both hands of the man.it felt damp sweating.

"Quiet, baby! Slow down! Take a breath first, then throw it out slowly!" pinta uncle Harits to him.

He said he took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. Nadia did that several times to reduce the tightness in her chest cavity.

"Now say! What are you dreaming? Very restless Mas see," said uncle Harits after seeing Nadia who returned to calm.

"I'm dreaming, Mom. Ruby and Breath are in danger. There's someone who wants to harm them, Mom. I'm afraid they're okay, Mom. I'm scared!" Nadia was crying again.

Uncle Harith grabbed him, he understood how his wife felt. The closeness to the children of Ikram is not only limited to physical contact, but also the inner bond they feel close.

The unpleasant feeling that Nadia felt, was an inkling that something had happened to the children.

"Mas, I'm afraid they're okay. I'm scared!" Nadia's crying rate is increasingly becoming in her husband's arms.

Uncle Harith gently swept his wife's long hair. He himself did not know what to do.

"Maybe it's just a sleeping flower, baby, 'cause you're too tired all day. Plus yesterday's incident that everyone experienced. It could be that your worries are carried all the way to dreamland." Uncle Harits is calming.

Nadia was silent despite still sobbing. He thought about Uncle Harits's words just now. In her heart she admitted that what her husband said was true. He was too worried about just that.

But what he had experienced in the dream felt very real. He was just scared, it wasn't just a dream.

"But, Mom, that was so in my heart. I'm afraid something bad happened to them, Mom. What if something happens to them? I'm scared, Mas!" Nadia tightens the hug.

Such is his affection for the three children of Ikram.

"Then, how do you want it? You want Mas to go over there and make sure they're in shape?"

Nadia was stunned, hearing the voice of uncle Harits who seemed foreign to her ears. Come, Nadia. After all, they are the children of Ikram, and Ikram is your ex-husband. There must be jealousy. At the time Nadia kept thinking about their lives even though she did not mention the name of the man.

Nadia fell silent, contemplating the words of Harith's uncle who was thrown in a foreign tone. Nadia shook her head, still hugging her husband's body tightly.

"No, Mas. Maybe true, it's just a sleeping flower because I think too much about yesterday's events. Sorry for overdoing it." Nadia unravels the hug.

She looked at the cloudy face of her husband. The kiss of the lips was brief, there were jealous ripples there. Nadia cupped Uncle Harith's face with both hands.

"Mas must be tired, we're sleeping, yeah!" take her again, this time, kiss her husband on both cheeks.

Slowly the jealous veins disappeared, changing something else.

"He wants it!" The hand pointed at the bottom of his body. Nadia is together, and a happy ending. Heat struggle between them.