Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Sib

The atmosphere of the room occupied by Nafisah, was warm with the presence of Nadia which added joy to the little girl. He was always smiling and occasionally laughing even though his condition was still weak and his face was pale.

However, it was better than Nafisah who had lost her cheerfulness a few days ago. Bilal, who knew how his brother was in his true condition, was filled with deep gratitude.

"Mother knows, a few days ago Nafisah never even smiled. Today, her smile even looks beautiful. I'm right, aren't I, Mother?" said Bilal while pinning a sweet smile on his lips for his sister.

Nadia looked at the faces of the two, she discovered the truth of what Bilal had just said. Nadia agreed.

"Brother right, the story of today is so beautiful. Shining brightly. Healing quickly, yes. Mother does not want this beautiful face to be lost," he said while pinching the soft cheeks of her padlins.

He nodded weakly, his pale lips forming a curved line that looked sweet and beautiful.

"Mother, I want Mommy to read a story" she asked, holding Nadia's hand. He pleaded through eyes that Nadia could not refuse.

His hand gently rubbed the little girl's hair, he nodded in response to her request.

"Attent, yeah. Mother find her story here first." He wiggled his phone, ". Because, right, there's no storybook here. So, we're looking at this sophisticated tool alone," he said again starting to look for what stories to read for Nafisah.

A story about Uwais al-Qarni, an ordinary young man who is not famous on earth, but is well known to the inhabitants of the sky for his service to the Mother. Inspiring story to inspire the young souls of Muslims.

Behind the door, uncle Harith who was about to enter the room urung he did. Eavesdropping seems more fun. He listened to the story that his wife read with great passion.

Responding to every word contained in the story of Uwais al-Qarni, also a very valuable lesson as a motivation in life. Uncle Harith closed his eyes, remembering his ungodly sins to Mother. Inwardly speaking istighfar, begging for forgiveness of all the sins he has committed.

"Well, done. So, what lessons can be learned from this story?" Nadia finished the story. He stared alternately at the two children sitting on the bed.

"There's always a way if we have a strong will!" Nadia raised her thumb right in front of Bilal as she replied.

"Uwais al-Qarni was very strong, he was able to hold his mother for weeks to meet the Prophet. If it's Brother, can't you just carry me to my bed?" Nafisah greeted with a sweet smile embedded in the lips.

Again the sentence sounded awkward in Nadia's ears. However, he still did not ignore maybe it was just a small desire of Nafisah that had not been set out from his heart.

Nadia rubbed the boy's hair, smiling.

"Of course, you can carry you to bed every night if you want." Bilal plays his eyebrows up and down teasing his sister.

Nafisah shook his head, a little laugh at Bilal's behavior.

"Only once, brother. Nafisah wasn't sure Brother would be able to carry Nafisah every night." He shook his head again as Bilal's little eyes bought.

"You doubt your brother?!" Not accept. He saw Nadia asking for support from her mother. Unfortunately, Nadia just shrugged her shoulders as if she was not sure Bilal could do it.

Breathing sounded from him, he lowered his head. Disappointed because they were not able to do that. Nadia rubbed her head up to her chin, raising her bowed face until they looked at each other.

"Mother believes Bilal can do it. Bilal is a strong and great boy! Just prove it to this beautiful sister." She smiled and gave support to the boy.

"You must practice like Uwais, who despite being laughed at for every day riding a goat up and down a mountain, does not give up! Practice it seems, by holding your sister before carrying your pregnant wife like Mother," said Uncle Harits as he stepped into the room.

Nadia was full, one kiss was put by Uncle Harith on her forehead. The two stared at Bilal and Nafisah who were busy opening food from Harith's uncle.

"Well .. cake!" bilal exclaimed, he divided it with Breath, "thank you, Brother. It's delicious!" he continued while chewing the cake in his mouth.

Uncle Harits commented a smile, happy to see the two smiling.

"Mas, how are things? Those santri?" nadia asked, looking slightly behind her body.

"Some have been allowed to go home, and some still need treatment" he replied.

He invites Nadia to sit on the sofa when the door of the room opens and shows Ain with Ruby who steps in.

"Eye!" call Nafisah with Bilal. Ain smiled, he glanced at Nadia who was sitting with her husband on the sofa. There was shame in his heart, but maybe it was God's way of apologizing.

Ain came to him Nafisah, hugging his little girl warmly. The second floor shophouse, has been transformed into a residence for them.

"How are you doing, baby?" tanyanya while giving a kiss at the temple of her youngest child.

"It's better, Umi. Look, Brother Harits bought us this cake, it's delicious." Her breath put the cake in her mouth again. Ain rubbed his hair. Ruby sat on her youngest sister's bed.

He turned to Nadia, their eyes meeting for a while.

"Nadia, maybe this is God's way for me to meet you. This is an opportunity from God for me to apologize to you. I apologize to you for all the mistakes I've made. I've realized all this and regretted it. I'm sorry, Nadia." Ain bowed after saying that. He rubbed his watery eyes.

Nadia smiled, she had long forgotten everything. He never remembers everything that happened in his life. He no longer wanted to express the pain he had buried deeply.

"It's okay, Brother. I've even forgotten all that. Now, can we be brothers? You can come home whenever you want. Do not remember again everything that happened in the past, what we must pay attention to is the future for all of us" said Nadia calmly.

Ain stepped foot slowly, approaching towards Nadia. The pregnant woman stood up, welcoming the warm embrace that Ain had placed on her.

"I'm sorry."

"Have, don't apologize again."

Ruby and her two sisters also feel happy, the smile of the three full of gratitude in the end Mother and Umi they can forgive each other and accept that between them had been involved in a relationship.

Inside the room, laughter also sounded familiar and warm. Nadia approached Nafisah, she sat on her bed. The belly that bulges Nafisah wants to grab it.

He asked permission for Nadia to be allowed to wipe the stomach. Nadia took Nafisah's small hand, she placed it on the surface of the skin. Fetal movements jerk Nafisah, buying those little eyes with their mouths slightly open.

"He said hello." Nadia told. Breath smiling.

"He will be the substitute for Nafisah. She's a girl."