Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Feels Like a Dream

Arriving at the hospital, Nafisah received intensive medical care. Ain and Ikram also Ruby decided to go to the store, they will fix the second floor of the shophouse to become their temporary residence.

Uncle Harith with Bilal looking for food after driving Ikram and others to the store, while Nadia waited for Nafisah in the nursery. He who was tired, fell asleep in the chair with the head which he dropped on the bed of Nafisah. His hand held the small hand, worried that he would wake up.

Uncle Harith came back with the package in hand. He asked Bilal to sit on the sofa, while he woke Nadia who was asleep.

Uncle Harith kissed his wife's temple, swept her head before whispering in his ear.

"Darling, wakeup! Eat first, you haven't eaten since this afternoon," said uncle Harits as he rubbed his wife's head.

Nadia gave a short sigh before opening her eyes. He blinked a few times to clear his sight.

"Mas!" He lifted up the body. The man smiled before bringing Nadia to sit on the sofa to eat together.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, Mom." She washed her face and went back to where Bilal was sitting.

"Where's ruby? Have they eaten?" he asked when he only found Bilal sitting with them.

"Sister helped Umi and Abi clean up the shophouse for us to stay for a while. They've eaten, Bun," Bilal said, opening a packet of rice for him.

Nadia nodded her head, she opened the package for her husband as well as herself. Occasionally will glance at Nafisah who is still at home closing their eyes.

Time keeps rolling. Nadia and uncle Harith lay down on the floor with only a mattress floor given Ikram, while Bilal slept on the sofa comfortably.

Night brings a giggle that can not be held Nadia's body. She closed her body to her husband, buried her face in his armpits looking for warmth.

"Cold?" ask Uncle Harith who was disturbed in his sleep. Nadia nodded without opening her eyes. His enlarged stomach began to make him go awry looking for a comfortable position during sleep.

Uncle Harith grabbed him, rubbing Nadia's restless back in her sleep. Sometimes he turns his back when he feels uncomfortable. Stretched, tight felt. Hugging her husband, which is better.

The dawn came, Nadia was still asleep when uncle Harith opened her eyes slowly. He went carefully to the bathroom, cleaned himself and changed clothes. Last night Ikram gave her the following change of clothes for Nadia.

Hearing the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom, Nadia frowned when the warmth of her husband's skin touch she no longer felt. Nadia woke up, staring at Nafisah who was still closing her eyes. Switch to Bilal who is also still snoring on the sofa.

He closed his mouth when yawning widely, stretching his hands relax stiff muscles because sleep is only based on a thin floor mattress.

"Away up!" Uncle Harits' fresh voice made him turn his head. Cocoa's clothes and sheaths were attached to her body. Nadia was amazed.

"Was you bringing a change of clothes?" tanyanya wants to know. The burly man smiled as he walked with a towel in his hand and sat on the sofa at Bilal's feet.

"The cream that gave him, it's for you. Quickly clean the body and change clothes. Your clothes are not valid for prayer." Uncle Harith gave a towel in his hand to his wife, he also gave a package containing clothes to Nadia. Uncle Harits sat down waiting for Nadia to finish cleaning her body and change her clothes.

Bilal squirms, his leg which he stuck out accidentally kicks Uncle Harith. He jumped and immediately sat down.

"Sister, why is it there? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," she screeched with slightly wide buying eyes.

Those little eyes had not opened yet, had he still not found his consciousness?

"Just calm down, Boy! He is fine, soon he will wake up, too" said uncle Harits as he patted the boy's shoulder gently. He nodded still with his head lowered.

"There! Take the wudu, we will pray the morning prayer together," said uncle Harith when he heard the sound of the bathroom door open. Nadia smiled, Ain did not give her face, but the clothes she gave were enough to close the aurat and worthy of prayer.

Both of them perform the sunah two raka'at before dawn while waiting for Bilal finished taking wudu. Uncle Harith acted as a priest, the three of them performed the dawn prayer beside the bed of Nafisah.

Pray and pray for the little girl's safety. The prayers that they prayed, came at that very moment. His breath began to move his fingers slowly. His entire face twitched, his lips, eyelids, it felt impatient to greet them.

Especially Nadia who he really wanted to see. He felt last night was just a dream. Nadia wasn't really with him. It was just a dream. Her tears trickled as she imagined it was just a dream.

"Mother!" it shook, but the little eyes were still closed. Nadia hurriedly moved when she heard the voice of the child followed by Bilal and Harith's uncle who stood last.

"Nof course! Honey, wake up, kid! Mother is here!" nadia said while holding her weak hand.

Hearing Nadia's voice, Nafisah's tears intensified. Slowly her eyelids opened, she widened her eyes as the smiling shadow of Nadia blurred.

"Mother!" His breath was about to stir, but he was not so able to do so.

"Be careful!" Nadia helped him, those little eyes flinching at that slightly fat beautiful figure before her. He cupped Nadia's face, looking at her intensely.

"Mother! Is this really Mother? Was that not a dream last night? This is really Mother?" said vibrate. Her tears were seeping more and more profusely soaking down the cheeks of her gibbil.

Nadia nodded, coming to cry today because of the meeting.

"Yes, baby, this is Mommy. You don't dream" he said, placing both hands on the little girl's cheeks just as he did. The tiny mouth opened, slowly turning to Bilal.

"Sister, is this really your mother or is it just my imagination like that time?" Ask to confirm the truth.

"Yes, Deck. That's our Mother, she's here now." Bilal smiled, there was water in the corner of his eyes that he immediately removed. Uncle Harith embraced the little boy's shoulder strengthening himself.

Nafisah turned her head back to look at the beautiful face of Nadia in disbelief.

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" She hugged Nadia by the neck and cried happily.

"Dear." Nadia returned her embrace, crying happily. The longing he had harbored since the last time they were together, now he was spilling through hugs.

"Mother! Mother!" Nafisah kept calling out Nadia's name. He did not want this day to end quickly.

"Mother, don't go yet! Here used to accompany Nafisah. Nafisah still miss Mother," she asked, holding a hug on the neck of the woman she missed so much. Nadia nodded without being able to reply with a word due to her suddenly twisted tongue.

She glanced at her husband, the man nodding to give her permission to settle down at least until later in the afternoon.