Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Past Times

Shine like the morning sun

She always looks beautiful even though no one is sympathetic

Flickering like a star

Which always makes man amazed at his bright blink

Shimmered like the moon

Who always misses him in the dark

The light of the heart, the jewel of the soul, the smile does not hurt you

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Nadia cried incessantly, each time her eyes glanced at the baby box not far from her. He really feels useful now. Perfect woman is what people call. Mother ... like that one day the child he just born called himself.

Uncle Harits was loyal beside him. Hugging, would occasionally kiss Nadia's head that was deliberately propped up on her chest. On the sofa, sat Mom and Nadia's two sisters. The day had not changed, but his status had changed. She's a mother now.

"Mass?" in the arms of the husband. Uncle Harith rubbed his arm, he dropped his head on his wife's head. Smiling haru, knew very well what was happening in Nadia's heart even though it was not revealed.

"Look, Winda and Rima are endlessly playing with Zahira. They look happy to have a sister" said Nadia while rubbing the corner of her eye.

"True, Mother's face was radiant. I am grateful at my old age to see my happy smile without coercion. Thank you for not giving up, baby. Mas more love and affectionate with you," said uncle Harits also with all the sense in him.

Seeing everyone smiling happily, was more than enough for her to flower. Mother came closer after receiving a tray of food that the nurse delivered to Nadia's room. The smile on his old lips did not fade, he looked happy.

"Eat first, baby. You need energy to be able to breastfeed Zahira." Mother gave him the tray of food when uncle Harith asked for it. Mother sat on a chair near her daughter-in-law's bed, giving a gentle massage on the woman's legs without hesitation.

Nadia grimaced, she almost pulled her leg, but Mom held her back. "Eat only the quiet," said Mother relentlessly giving her hands a gentle massage on the legs.

Nadia began to bribe the food her husband offered her. Little by little, he slowly chewed and swallowed it.

"Mbak, Zahira is really excited, anyway! I want to pinch his cheek!" callu Winda gemes. Her hands were itching to pluck the red baby's skin. Nadia just smiled at the behavior of her two sisters who seemed happy.

"You can't carry him now, later if he's old and can sit down. I'll let you hold him, "uncle Harith's hand gave the rule before his second hand reached the tiny body inside the baby box.

The faces of the two turned sullen, but instantly changed as baby Zahira squirmed. Repeated snap shots, and posts on social media.

Because of Naira's hastag boutique, the post was a buzzing commentary. A wide variety of posts landed in the comments column. Congratulations and pray for baby Zahira.

"Mom, why are Nadia and Bella different?" asked uncle Harits curiously. Nadia had finished her food and taken the medicine that was also available.

Mom glanced at Nadia, there was an unpleasant letter to tell her everything. Nadia felt there was something she needed not to know. She dropped a glance at her husband, and a confused look was clearly printed on her face.

"It's okay, Mom. Just tell me, God willing I will be ready to hear it" said Nadia while holding her hand gently.

Again Mother glanced at her son who seemed to forget the sins of the past.

"You're okay Mom told you that, aren't you?" Ask for approval more precisely.

He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "That's because you did it before marriage, and Bella got pregnant out of wedlock. That's why she gave birth when your marriage just entered the sixth month. He is not premature, Harits," said the mother who made tense Nadia's body instantly.

Even with the man next to him, he glanced at Nadia who was dumbstruck because of the dark story in her past.

"Ah .. but that's just the past, now Harits has changed a lot. Mom barely even recognized him. Don't think too much, son!" Mother rubbed Nadia's hands that quickly lowered her head when she had just spoken. I don't know, how is he feeling right now? She was assuring her heart that it was all just the past of her husband.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I was a jerk in the past, but I've changed since you were in my heart. Don't think about it too much, okay?" uncle Harits said in doubt, but he had to admit everything. His hand pulled the body of the wife, there was no rejection from her. He holds the body of Uncle Harits.

"Nothing, everyone has a past. My past is no less bad. I was naughty, often wandering at night, did not hear what Mamah said until Mamah decided to move to Rangkasbitung. That's where I started to change. We cannot change the past, but we can improve it in the present for the future. The past belongs to ourselves, but the future belongs to us together. We're the ones who will decide as to the plan for the future." Nadia buried her head in her husband's chest.

The kiss was aired by uncle Harith in the crown of his wife. Accepting each other is what a couple is for. Complementing and perfecting flaws, that is what is called 'husband's clothing for wife, and wife's clothing for husband'. Closing each other the disgrace that should not be publicly opened.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you." Thank you." Increase their happiness. No longer a burden in the heart, it feels relieved.

"Sir, Zahira opened her eyes. Look, Win! He saw me!" The two girls. They prance in excitement near Zahira's baby box.

"Hey, girls! Can you guys calm down? Queen Zahira wants to rest! Hus ... hus! Go find some other fun!" drive uncle Harits joking. She approached the baby box.

"Well .. you're right, she's adorable!" Sullen Willa and Rima immediately returned cheerful when the man was hypnotized with the cuteness of Zahira.

Nadia melengos, "Hmm .. same thing!" Mom chuckles. He shook his head while smiling.

"Look, his eyes were open. Hey, he ate his own finger. Sweetheart! Maybe he's hungry, ask for a mimic." The man himself. Try it if you cry, it is sure to panic not play.

"Hallo, Daddy's son! You want to play with Dad, huh? Huh uh?" he said again without fear that his son would be disturbed. The adorable squirms that the baby was doing actually made Uncle Harits involuntarily squirm his red cheeks.

The crying of the baby echoed, the three people nearby panicked. Wanting to pick up and cradle, but they were scared because the baby was really still very soft.

Mom was grieving, she quickly approached and picked up baby Zahira from the box. Mom took her to Nadia's lap, gave the baby to her mother. He was silent after the small object on his mother's chest stuffed his mouth.

"Why storm? 'Kan, so cry. Mas didn't just tell him to rest, but instead followed." Nadia grumbled, but actually she felt funny. Uncle Harits scratched his head awry.

The two girls were clinging to each other, snubbing each other, blaming each other. Nadia snorted, she patted her baby's buttocks while continuing to breastfeed. He was allowed to go home in the afternoon.

"Win, have you called Ruby? He asked to be informed when he was born," asked Nadia immediately remembered the three children of Ikram.

"Not yet, but she gave her thumbs up on my post. Wait a minute, I'll call you."