Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Inner Bond

"Good morning!" Uncle Harith greeted Nadia who was struggling with tools in the kitchen. The pregnant woman turned her head, smilingly welcoming the arrival of her husband who looked fresh and bright.

"Again, Mas!" She clasped her husband's waist as the man himself embraced hers. A good morning kiss was received by Nadia as usual. As if forgetting there was anyone in the kitchen, uncle Harits did not hesitate to kiss the lips of the wife even though it was short.

Secretly Aunt snarled from the kitchen. This scene he often saw, but still it embarrassed him.

"What breakfast is today?" tanyanya while wrapping her hands in the stomach of the wife. Nadia who had turned back and continued her cooking show, never minded when the man wrapped his shoulders spoiled.

"Weekend, whatever Mas asked me to make," he said with a smile and hands busy playing with cooking utensils.

"Mmm .. fragrant!" One kiss on the cheek he lay as his nose sniffed the fragrant sauteed seasoning.

"Let's know that Mas wants to eat fried rice." He kissed again Nadia's cheeks increasingly met the skin of his wife's face.

"Yes, dong, Mas. Our hearts, right, are adrift." Nadia chuckled as Harith's uncle swiped his nose on the neck she did not cover.

"really?" His hand that was coiled around his wife's waist tightened gently. She had Nadia's distended stomach softly.

"Hey, why? Are you jealous I'm free to kiss your mother? Haha ...." It's ridiculous! He spoke to himself as he felt a movement in his wife's stomach.

"She was jealous .. If she was born later, you would be very busy with her and careless to me," she said as a child whispered in Nadia's ear.

"Depending on your needs, Mom. She's, right, still a baby needs extra attention." Nadia continues her cooking even though her big baby continues to stick.

"Mas wants to be a baby. Delicious, can stick to the same Mamah," he said. Nadia laughed at hearing him.

"Baby, coke, bearded. Where there is a bearded baby," Nadia's lips pulled slowly the beard of uncle Harits who returned bushy.

"But you like it, don't you? How amused, so, yes!" Terspu nadia. While the man continued to tease her and deliberately swiped his beard on the wife's smooth cheek.

They never realized, there were always pairs of eyes staring enviously at them. Want the same romantic things as the couple who marries them later.

"Mas, let go! I want to lift the fried rice," Nadia pinta on her big baby attached like a glue.

"Let Mas lift him up, you just sit there, my Queen!" said the man while helping Nadia sit in her chair.

He also helped Nadia remove the apron she was wearing. The woman smiled, watching her husband who began to lift the frying pan and serve the fried rice made by his wife on the plates that were ready.

Do not forget the eggs of cow's eyes also enliven their breakfast this morning.

"Thank you, baby," said Nadia as Harits' uncle put the fried rice on his plate.

The man's face approached, he slightly bent down to align his face. Nadia who understood, peeked at her husband's cheek. Uncle Harith put the frying pan in place, he took his seat and started his breakfast.

"Wah .. special fried rice, here!" exclaims Winda and Rima who deliberately came late, even though they peeked.

"Yes, fast breakfast. Your cooked mama must be delicious," said uncle Harits who was so voracious with his food.

"Whatever Nadia's mother makes, it's definitely delicious." The two raised their thumbs.

Uhuk ... uhuk!

Nadia coughed violently all of a sudden. Uncle Harith hurried over and stroked his back.

"Be careful, baby. Just slowly eat it. Drink first!" Uncle Harith gave Nadia a glass filled with water. He nodded a little and coughed again. About the taste of his throat there is even rice that stopped by the nostrils and it certainly makes a sense of discomfort.

"Ekhem!" Uncle Harits is still helping Nadia relieve her cough. Nadia again gulped down water after a cough that suddenly let her cough subside.

"Why suddenly cough?" asked Harith's uncle while sitting back in his chair.

The breath!

His mind called out the name of the child, suddenly his figure flashed through his mind.

Uncle Harits clasped Nadia's hand which was suddenly blown away. The woman turned a slightly pale face probably because of the incident earlier.

"Still sick? Your face is very pale" said uncle Harits anxiously. He smiled and shook his head.

"It's better, Mom. Let's just continue eating, yeah." Uncle Harits smiled and continued eating. Likewise, Winda and Rima who had been amazed when Nadia coughed earlier.

"Where's mom, Mas?" Nadia glanced at the empty Mother's bench.

"Mother to the house next door said she wanted to have breakfast with the kids there." Nadia nodded and finished their breakfast.

Winda and Rima sprightly clean up their food marks. Both of them also wash the cutlery and cook do not want it done Nadia as well.

"Bak's going to Mamah's and Papah's graves, you want to come?" nadia said, looking at the two.

Both Rima and Winda, they compactly turned around and nodded quickly.

"You, Ma'am. I miss Mom."

"I am too." Winda and Rima invited Nadia to each other.

"Yes, after everything is done, you better get ready, we're leaving this morning." Nadia moved on after saying that. She grabbed her husband's arm and left the kitchen for the living room waiting for her two sisters.

Again Nadia's heart was beating, and every beat, her mind was always calling the name Nafisah. He held his chest and squeezed it a little. The pain he felt. What happened to the boy?

Nadia put on her hijab, her face turned pale again. She rested her head on her husband's shoulder, seeking comfort from the warm touch of her skin. However, still his heart was unsettled and agitated as the shadow of the little girl flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Harits felt Nadia's uneasiness. He rubbed his wife's head and gave her a kiss, "what's still thinking about your dream last night?" he asked again to see the same agitated Nadia gelagat as last night.

He got up, and looked down. Then, raised his face staring at the bead shade of the husband.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm feeling his movements inside here, very strong. Try it, I feel it!" Nadia took her husband's hand and put it on her stomach.

The fetus is moving actively, more actively than ever. Uncle Harith put his cheek on the belly, and he kissed it softly.

"What's wrong? Do you also feel your mother's uneasiness? Easy, baby! Nothing will happen. You calm down, yeah. Good Dad's son!" Uncle Harits was back in the stomach when his fetal movements began to normalize.

He raised his face and looked at Nadia. His hand he put on his wife's cheek, nervous murat he could not hide.

"You can't lie to me. Look, he just felt uneasy when his mother's heart wasn't calm. Tell me, what do you feel?" gently reveal the man.

Nadia held her husband's hand, she put it on her lips, and kissed him gently. Nadia put Harith's uncle's hand that she held on the cheek. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of their skin meeting.

"I don't know, Mom. Every time I remember the name Nafisah, every one of those is also my chest tight. I'm just afraid something happened to that little girl, Mas." In the end, she could not hide anything from her husband.

"You want to send someone to check on them?" he asked with a smile rising on his lips.

"If Mas doesn't mind, I just want to calm down" he said. Uncle Harith pulled Nadia's head and banged her on the chest.

"All right, calm yourself down. I'll ask them to look there." Nadia nodded.

"Come, Ma'am!"

Uncle Harith took off a hug as Winda and Rima came. The day that Winda and Rima are waiting for. Visiting Mom and Dad they never knew. Let alone them, Nadia herself never know what the touch of the Papah.