Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Plantation Problems

The anxiety he felt, involuntarily made everyone also feel. He never knew how panicked those waiting at home would be when he saw the news of a great fire that appeared to be sitting on the ground.

Nadia bit her lips seeing everyone standing on the porch of the house waiting for her. He glanced at Uncle Harits who remained calm in his position. Just ask the heartwarming greeting why are they all there?

"They're worried about you." The man helped remove the seatbelt his wife was wearing.

Nadia was still unmoved on the seat as she stared at the rows of humans lined up waiting for her.

"Come, baby!" The man opened the door for her, momentarily stunned before stepping foot out of his car.

Nadia smiled awkwardly as Mom started to step down the terrace stairs and hugged her. The lost warm feeling he can now get from the figure of the woman who was hugging him. Her warmth was the same as Sarah's heart. Could it be that all mothers have the same affection?

Some parents say that there have never been ex-in-laws. Just like the old man.

"You okay, son? Why don't you go tell me?" Mom cupped Nadia's face. Her skin was warmly honed as it stuck to her cheeks. Nadia took a look at the old face before her, worry clearly strewn across her wrinkled face.

"Sorry, Mom. I was in a hurry last night so I didn't have time. I'm fine." Nadia was filled, Mother's attitude really made her longing for the figure of Sarah treated.

"You know, Winda and Rima were jarring from last night." Nadia glanced behind Mom's body to be able to see her two younger siblings. Winda and Rima stood up while holding hands.

"Why not call?" He dropped his gaze back on Mom.

"Mother banned them because Bibi had told her, but when news of the fire ... I saw you and Harits-"

"We go in first, ma'am," said Harith's uncle, kissing the back of the woman who gave birth to him.

"Ah .. yes, you must be tired." Mom took Nadia's hand into the house. Soon Winda and Rima flanked their brother. Spilling worry and annoyance because Nadia left without saying goodbye.

However, everyone felt relieved as he returned home. Sitting in a circle in the living room, Bibi quickly made a drink and placed pieces of fruit on the table.

Uncle Harits's not coming, he's got something to do. He rushed to the room, cleaned himself, changed clothes before a stressful trip.

"Oh, it turns out so. Then, how is Nafisah?" ask Winda after hearing Nadia's story.

"He's fine. That's why you can relax back home" he said with a smile.

"Thank God everything's fine." Mom chimed in. They talked lightly about the news of the fire that destroyed the boarding school building in Rangkasbitung.

Nadia never knew if there was a media covering the incident. Whatever, most important now ..everything is fine.

"Mother!" Nadia's foster children run into the house. The mother who was also feeling anxious brought them to see Nadia. Winda and Rima left when the children hugged Nadia.

"Darling! Mother is okay." Nadia rubbed the heads of some crying children. I don't know what they're crying about.

"We saw Mommy on TV, Mommy was at the fire place, right?" his sister continued to sob as she imagined Nadia sitting in front of the blaze.

"Mother's okay, baby. Look, Mommy is home now," she said with a smile. Happiness is not only obtained from the love and affection of her husband. These children, too, add to the blooming flowers in his heart.

His heart murmured while kissing the heads of those children. Nadia will not allow anyone to take over their care as long as she is able to support all of them.

"Then, how are Abi and Umi, Ma'am?" ask the Mother whose tongue never forgets to call them.

"Everything's fine, Mom. Congratulations," he replied.

Mom stroked chest relief. He sat down next to Winda and saw all the children chatting with Nadia. A day left behind, they were already looking for his figure.

There is nothing happier in this world than seeing cheerful smiles on the lips of a loved one. Nadia who for five years withstood all the pressure, did not make him a vindictive person at all.

All forms of good done by man no matter how small, will still get the right reply. Even with the crimes committed by man himself, will get the right revenge.

People who look weak and always silently accept, not always stupid. They pay attention with care, weigh wisely, decide what steps he will take with confidence.

Perhaps Yuni had already obtained the reward for the crimes he had committed directly in the world. For some reason when Yuni thought about it, he thought that the woman was the one who burned down the boarding house of Al-Masthur. With his own motives, or a grudge because Ikram never loved him. I don't know.

"Mas, where are you going? Just arrived, you know. Why is it so neat?" Nadia moved up when she saw her husband coming down the stairs in neat clothes. Mother and the others looked at him.

"Mas has to go, someone did something on the plantation. You alone have to solve everything." Uncle Harith kissed his wife's forehead still frowning.

Why is it that she is not willing to let her husband go?

"Mas, can't it be later? Mas must be tired, let alone driving alone," whined Nadia. She dropped her head on her husband's chest while holding her hands around his body.

"Who said you went alone? Yoga's picking up Mas, baby." Uncle Harith pointed at the door. Nadia turned, there Yoga stood waiting for her Master.

Nadia rounded her mouth, she took off her hug and held her husband's hand closer to Yoga.

"Mas go, yeah." Uncle Harith kissed the top of Nadia's head and gave her hand to the woman.

"Be careful, Mom!" Nadia kissed the hand and waved her husband off.

She breathed a heavy sigh, knowing that her husband was tired, but because there was a problem in the plantation had to leave. She sat back down with everyone, unraveling the annoyance of her husband leaving.

"Both Harith's brothers still wanted to take the estate. Maybe they're doing something there" Mother told Nadia.

The woman raised a downcast face looking at Mother who had just spoken.

"Why not share it, Mom? So that everything is calm and not fighting each other like now?" ask Nadia. He knew nothing about the plantation.

Mom nodded, not that easy.

"That's your husband's right, son. The plantation was given directly to Harith by Mother Father. The others were not entitled at all and it could not be shared because they both had already taken everything that Mother had. There's nothing left but that plantation." Cloudy clouds were clearly visible on his old face.

Nadia understands now. That was why Uncle Harits really kept the estate tight every time he came to stay at the villa.