Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Being late?

"Mas, looks like there's an accident up ahead? The truck that passed earlier," said Nadia a few moments after the truck crossed his car sounding hit a large object not far from where his car drove.

"Looks, yeah. Look, there are a lot of people crowding. Probably woke up because of the loud noise earlier," said uncle Harits slow down the speed of his car.

Crowds of residents blocked the main road and caused congestion. Several vehicles were forced to stop, including Uncle Harits' own car.

"You wait here, don't come out! I want to see it first." Uncle Harits' curiosity got him pulled over and out of the car. He came to a crowd of people divided into two.

The truck was even mired and hit an old unused building. Uncle Harits came to the crowd just asking the citizens.

"What's up, sir?" Alas, but already know.

"This, Sir. The truck just crashed into a motorcycle. It was also a very fast motorcycle from there," explained one resident while pointing at the direction of the motorcycle.

The same direction that Uncle Harith would go.

"Then, there's a loss of life, sir?" Continue to ask curious.

"It looks like the biker died, sir. Poor thing, what else is a half-body woman destroyed, sir." The resident shuddered in horror as he told that.

"Women?" He glared at the victim who bounced to the side of the road. The male.

"Yes, Sir. The one on the bike was two people, men were both women, but the rich died both. That woman in the middle of the street." He pointed to the crowd blocking the main road.

"How's the truck driver, sir?"

"It's secured by the citizens."

"Have you called the police?"

"Already, sir."

Uncle Harith left the place after satisfied asking, he went to the next victim who they said was a woman.

Uncle Harith scooped up the citizens who were blocking his way. Standing at the very front to be able to clearly see the figure that sprawled without life.

Wearing it! Part of his body was crushed, his legs cut off, probably crushed by a truck when he fell. People who are not strong to see, will definitely feel nauseous when they see it. The blood pouring down the streets filled the rest of his body.

Uncle Harith looked at the woman's face, his eyes were wide, mouth open with a slightly stretched tongue out. It's hideous! Just like someone who was scared when he saw a ghost.

However, that was not what made Uncle Harith buy eyes, the blood-filled face of the victim that drained his mind.

Like I've seen it? But where, huh? Waita minute! A moment!

He muttered inwardly, his eyes focused on the face of the helpless corpse.

"Astaghfiullah!" Subconsciously his lips called out the sentence as a memory stuck to the surface. Uncle Harits turned around to leave the crash site.

He got into the car, slammed his body while rubbing his face.

"Astaghfiullah! Abaghfirullah!" slowly muttered.

"Mas, what's wrong?" Nadia rubbed her arm slowly. She frowned confused by her husband's attitude.

Uncle Harits opened his hands, he looked at Nadia with a difficult to interpret gaze.

"What's up, Mom?" he asked again when the man did not open his mouth. His eyes turned to look alternately the two neutrals had a man in front of him.

"You will certainly be surprised to know who was the victim of a fatal accident there," he said, which immediately made Nadia's heartbeat race uncontrollably.

"Don't scare me, Mum!" He shook his head with tears that no longer needed his permission.

Uncle Harith cupped his wife's face, Nadia sobbed. The fear he felt became more real. He still shook his head while bowing down to reject the possibility that was in his bad mind.

"Quiet, baby. They know what's on your mind. It's not them, but you know him" uncle Harits said.

Slowly Nadia raised her head to look at the face of the husband who was so close to her. "Who, Mas?" tanyanya. There were still people he knew, his two foster children.

"Yuni .. she's Yuni." Nadia boughtak heard the name Yuni called her husband.

Uncle Harith took off his hand, preparing to drive on the delayed journey. Just a few minutes to get to their destination.

The police arrived and took over the streets.

"Mas doesn't know either. Maybe someone's guaranteed her freedom, or something. Well ... the name of the law is only legal," said uncle Harits while stepping on the accelerator pedal slowly leaving the scene.

"But it felt awkward, he was sentenced to life. Then, it's out there and it's an accident." Nadia thought something unreasonable to him.

"Don't be naive, honey. The law can be bought. What's more when we have a lot of money, getting out of custody is easy." Uncle Harits smiled sneering.

Nadia turned her head, trying to digest what her husband had said earlier. A second later, he sighed. There is no fair law in this world. The law belongs to Allah, the Most Just, the Wise.

"You know what not? Yuni's condition is very sad-"

"Don't tell! I don't want to hear it" Nadia refused to put her hand on Uncle Harith's lips.

"alright. I'm not going to tell you that part. I just wanted to ask. His face was like someone who was looking at ghosts." Uncle Harith pointed at his own face, "like this!" He practiced how the lifeless face of Yuni was.

"Astaghfiullah! Na'uudzubillah tsumma. He suul Khotimah, Mas. Frightened to see the angel of death who came to pick him up," said Nadia while stroking her chest pounding.

"Suul Khotimah? What'sthat?"

"Suul Khotimah, the opposite of Husnul Khatimah, Mas. If Husnul Khatimah is good, then Suul Khotimah is bad. Na'uudzubillah! May we avoid all of this. Aamiin!" Nadia rubbed her face.

His prayer was also guaranteed by Harith's uncle. The car turned into the pesantren area. They were again surprised by the residents who ran around while carrying buckets of water in their hands.

Panicking, Nadia clutched Uncle Harits' hand slightly firmly.

"Mas!" Vibrating oral Nadia while calling her husband.

"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

Shouts for the sake of shouting filled the thickets of the two. Plumes of smoke soared high in the sky, flashes of yellowish color gushed from behind the houses of the citizens.

"Fire," murmured uncle Harits.

"Mas, it's in the cottage, Mas. The fire was in the cabin, Mas. Hurry, Mas!" Nadia panicked when she realized the fire came from the house she used to live in.

Uncle Harits hastened the speed of his car, not wanting to be late. He could see the people he dealt with, shoulder to shoulder extinguishing the fire with the citizens and the students.

"Be careful, baby!" uncle Harits shouted as Nadia came out and ran for a moment after her car stopped. Uncle Harith catches up with his wife, he catches Nadia's wrist and asks her not to run.

"Nof course!"

"Nof course!"

"God, save my son, O God!" the screams of Ain's voice greeted with Ruby's and Bilal's voice teasing Nadia's ears.

"Nof course!" shaking his legs, he walked. Tears poured down his cheeks, uncle Harits quickly caught his body when Nadia fell on the ground not far from Ain and his two children stood up.

He was banned by the citizens, as well as Ruby and Bilal.

The flames licked into the air, scorching the building. Not only the house where he lived first, but the dormitory and even the mosque surrounded by the blaze of the red whiz.

"NAPHYSICS!" nadia screams at the fire that is devouring the building in front of her.

"Mother!" Ruby and Bilal looked over. With Ain. The two children rebelled, breaking away from the citizens' check.

"Mother!" They ran up to Nadia and flopped on the ground hugging the woman. Cry together, shed the longing also the fear of losing.

"Where is Nafisah?" nadia asked the two.

"Grandfather, still inside, Mother. Abi's looking inside." Ruby and Bilal's cries broke again mingled with Nadia's cries of regret. Uncle Harits called the fire department. He helped residents pour water on the fire that devoured the sturdy building.