Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The departure of Nadia

On the same night, at the same time where Nafisah was gathering and chatting with the family, Nadia felt a tremendous sense of uneasiness. Urinary exactly. Sitting wrong, standing wrong, lying down what else. Stuffy.

He was endlessly biting the tip of his fingernails as well as his lips, restless ripples clearly visible on his slightly fattening face. On the sofa, Harits uncle who was struggling with a laptop, was incessantly glancing at Nadia who was misbehaving.

Many times the breath he did when he was confused by the behavior of the wife who was wrong.

"Darling! Sit down, your waist hurts later," uncle Harits asked for the last time. Again he exhaled heavily not understanding what Nadia was feeling.

"Mas, I want to see the story tonight. We go there, Mas," he whined while holding Uncle Harith's hand.

The man closed his laptop, that was the last time he heard Nadia say a word. Nafisah, Nafisah, and Nafisah. Uncle Harith cupped Nadia's cheeks, he kissed the ripe lips with anxiety.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you get word that they were okay. Calm your heart, baby. He felt the same anxiety, you know." Uncle Harith rubbed Nadia's stomach as unsettled as the mother.

Nadia looked down, she closed her eyes with a very strong breath. The tightness in his chest did not go away. The longer it squeezes the chest cavity and makes it sick.

"Mas, I just want to make sure myself. Breath every night comes in my dreams, he says I want to meet Mother, want to hug Mother, I want to meet Mother. What am I supposed to do, Mom?" Nadia cries, she drops her body on her husband's chest. Spilling all the anxiety on that man.

Luckily, Harith's uncle had an extensive stock of patience. He calmly channeled warmth into the heart of his unrelenting wife.

"Why not try calling? And make sure for themselves their circumstances," suggested uncle Harith immediately managed to make the pace of crying Nadia stopped. He looked up with his two wet eyes. Uncle Harith rubbed his cheeks that were inundated with water.

"Can I?" tanyakanya. His face flushed red, his eyeballs also implying hope. Uncle Harits nodded with a smile. Nadia shifted her seat, turned her back to her husband and leaned against that burly body.

Nadia contacted Ruby, waiting with a fretful feeling. Her smile came up when her call was answered by Ruby.

[Mother!]

The squealing sound from across the phone made her feel a little relieved. However, still, the name of Nafisah does not disappear from the heart.

"Hallo, honey. How are you guys doing? Are you guys all right? How is Nafisah and Bilal." she scolded in one breath.

[We're fine, Mother. Look, they're both playing there.] Ruby showed her two younger siblings playing.

Nadia smiled, she felt a little relieved when she saw that Nafisah was fine.

"Thank God you're all okay. Mommy is a little relieved now," said Nadia as she rubbed her chest.

Ruby smiled across there.

[How about Mother herself? Are Mother and Little Brother okay?]

Ruby was silent, she noticed Nadia sitting with her husband.

Ruby fell silent again, thinking about how to refuse Nadia's request because she felt bad for her husband.

[But, Bun. I just got home from the store, still very tired. How about tomorrow? I'll ask Bilal and Nafisah for a day or two. Sorry, yes, Bun. Not that I don't want to, but I'm really tired today.]

Disillusioned. That's how Nadia feels, but how else? Forcing them will not end well later.

Be he should be content with just looking at them over the phone. She chose to end the connection and drop the body on the chest of her husband sitting behind the body.

Harith's uncle's hand rubbed Nadia's hair, and kissed her. He did not want his pregnant wife to think too much about things that were not important to him.

"How are you better after calling them?" tanyanya while holding Nadia's body from behind.

Nadia took a deep breath, she dropped her cheek on her husband's burly hand that was coiled around his chest. Smear the hand overgrown with fine hairs gently. As an expression of gratitude for allowing him to contact Ruby.

"Slightly better, but more restless. I'm still not calm, Mas." She turned her head to the side to look at her husband.

"Mas, my feelings are saying something will happen tonight to Nafisah. I don't know what is it? But ... what I feel is very strong. What if there's a bad guy who wants to harm them, Mom? It felt like I wanted to come to them and take them temporarily from there," he said back to his original goal of taking the three children temporarily.

"They have parents, baby. Both will take care of them. Already, there were Mas people watching over them. If anything happens, they'll tell us." Uncle Harits spoke softly. Nadia's stomach was swept away as she felt the movements of her fetus.

The heart can not be lied to, as much as Nadia said everything is fine, still the anxiety in there never goes away. It just gets longer and turns into fear.

"Mas, we're going there tonight! I want to make sure myself that Nafisah is okay. I'm scared, Mas. I'm afraid .. This feeling is the same as when I was about to lose Mamah. What do I do, Mas? I'm afraid Nafisah will leave without saying goodbye just like Mamah."

Nadia turned and hugged her husband. The fear that you feel is not playing games. She cried in her husband's arms.

This time uncle Harits understood what kind of fear Nadia felt. Fear of loss is a natural thing for humans to feel. Maybe it was a signal for him to meet them. Even if there is indeed a farewell, then at least .. the two have met though for the last time.

"Yes, we're leaving tonight. Mas also did not want to regret because he realized too late," he said as he rubbed Nadia's back and kissed her shoulder.

He broke down a hug, wiped the wife's tears before standing up to pick up the car keys. Nadia waited, she had no intention of bringing anything but herself.

The two said goodbye to Aunt who happened to pass in the middle room. Carefully uncle Harits drove the car. He also did not want Nadia shaken because of the speed of the car in a hurry.

Entering the city border, Nadia's heartbeat was increasingly felt. He glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Twelve and thirty minutes. Right at midnight.

The car is still traveling at normal speed. Approaching the pesantren area, Nadia was impatient. However, suddenly a truck loaded with sand sped off speedily, and ....

Brak!

The inevitable collision.