Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Waiting for Birth

In the evening the man came with shaky steps, sagging shoulders, a tired bent face. He was dragging a heavy step. Without saying a greeting, he entered and collapsed on the living room sofa.

Uncle Harith pinched his dizzy temple. He dropped his head on the back of the chair, his eyes closed. That day really made him tired. Events on the plantation also drained his energy.

"Master! You've gone home? Sorry, Auntie doesn't know." Aunty came in contact with a glass of cold drink in hand.

Uncle Harits opened his eyes, he straightened his body when he saw the glass on the table. "G ... Bi, thank you. Where is Nadia?" He took the cold drink and downed it. A little bit of a throat refresh.

"Non Nadia's in the room, sir. Last night after dinner, go straight to the room" Auntie replied pointing politely at her Master's room.

The man's head nodded, in a moment. He still needed to rest before taking his steps towards the room.

"You want dinner, sir? Aunty will prepare," asked Aunty in a polite manner.

Uncle Harits shook his head, still with his eyes closed that were reluctant to open. "Auntie just rest. I ate it," he said.

Auntie retreats back to her room. For a few seconds, the man was still sitting comfortably on the sofa. The lights were deliberately turned off, giving a sense of comfort to his heart.

Uncle Harith opened his eyes, staring at the dozens of steps leading up to the second floor where he was aware. He began to set his feet on the stairs. Samar hears Nadia's voice reading a story.

His forehead frowned, with whom his wife was in the room. However, after a while of eavesdropping, there was no sound of anyone else other than the voice of his wife herself.

The man's blood rippled as strange things flashed through his mind. He looked out of the open door a little. Right, there was only Nadia in her room. The woman read the story occasionally staring at the stomach and rubbed it slowly.

Oh ... is he reading a story to his son in the stomach? Uncle Harits smiled amusedly, he felt silly looking at his wife who was telling a story while looking at her stomach.

Nadia looked up as she heard the sound of the door opening. Her lips covered a smile looking at the husband who was walking over to her.

"Look, Dad's here. He will definitely ask you how you are doing" said he who returned down rubbing his distended stomach.

Uncle Harith fell on the bed, he laid his body in Nadia's lap. His face he faced his wife's stomach, rubbed it slowly, and repeatedly kissed her fetal movements.

"Assalamualaikum, you in here? How are you doing as long as I leave you?" Uncle Harith kissed the wife back. Nadia raised her hand rubbing the man's slightly damp hair.

"Bath first, wet hair all this sweat, smell," said uncle Harits.

He who was about to move, re-sloshed when Nadia's hand prevented him. "Well .. all right, I'm not going to the bathroom." Surrender.

"How's the problem, Mom?" nadia asked while combing her husband's hair using her fingers.

Uncle Harits took a breath before turning to face the ceiling of the room. He grabbed Nadia's hand and placed it on his chest. Occasionally would kiss her, and place her again on the chest.

"Some did something, the old man blackmailed the workers of the plantation and used my name to strengthen his power. He asked that the salaries of each worker be divided with him. Luckily, it was immediately known to the foreman on duty and reported it to Yoga, "the man explained with both eyes closed.

"Two bangka? Who do you mean, Mas?" Frown the pregnant woman's forehead. He never knew about Uncle Harith's father who worked on the plantation.

The eyes opened for a moment, he forgot that Nadia never knew. Whoa .. can be gaswat, here. Inner uncle Harith cursed. He panicked, but tried to stay calm.

"Who, Mum? Don't tell me it's Dad himself?" sue Nadia when uncle Harits himself never answer questions from her.

"I only punish those who deserve to be punished. Am I wrong?" Harits uncle's question was answered by Nadia's silence. He looked at the line of a man's face on his lap. There was something he didn't know, and it was very disturbing.

"But he's Mas's own father?" Nadia remained soft-tinted. She did not want to corner her husband because after all Harith's uncle must have had a reason.

"She was the one who almost took the lives of those around me, and almost harmed my daughter and my wife." Uncle Harith put Nadia's hand on her waist. He himself turned to face his wife's distended stomach again.

Nadia was stunned, thinking about the incident that almost claimed the lives of many people that night. Perhaps the target was he was also Harith's uncle, but that night they were saved for not touching any food served.

"Was he behind the poisoning that night, Mas?" nadia asked after a moment of silence digesting her husband's words.

"Well, he and his new wife. He deliberately did not punish them like his friends. Mas just put the two on the plantation with the workers, and now he's throwing a tantrum" he said, taking a deep breath.

Inwardly, Nadia disagreed, but in any case, what they did almost took the lives of many people including her mother and two younger siblings, as well as her foster children.

She smiled, then dyed her husband's hair before asking him to move. Nadia was lying down, hugging her husband's burly body.

"Sleep, Mas. I must be tired." She put her hands on her husband's stomach. Dunking his face on the chest of his field looking for comfort.

*****

Day after day passed, not feeling the day of birth getting closer in front of the eyes. At times like this uncle Harith did not want to let Nadia alone without her accompanying.

"Mas, I'm going shopping for baby things. Yuk interra, Mas," he whined while tugging at uncle Harith's hand.

The man who was sitting watching television did not respond. He flirted on television, a show that the man looked forward to every holiday.

"Lho, has not been prepared Winda and Rima? Especially try?" uncle Harits said he was still focused on the show he was watching.

"Mas, today my schedule is controlled to the gynecologist. After that, I'm gonna go find our baby gear, Mom. So inter, huh, Mas?" She whined while holding her husband's hand and slightly shook it.

"Alright ... come on, go! He has made a schedule with his doctor. So, we don't have to queue up like the others." Uncle Harits moved on, no need to change clothes. Nadia moved in, walking out of the house while holding hands.

This time they say goodbye to Mom because the old woman was watering plants with Auntie.