Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Want to Have More

Broken growing, lost changing. Every loss God replaces with a better one. All we have is a deposit. A trust that one day will be taken by the owner. Feeling like you have, but not at all.

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That afternoon, uncle Harith packed up. Nadia was just sitting on her bed holding baby Zahira. She glanced at her packing husband, Winda and Rima helping, while Mom accompanied her watching.

"We're going home, baby. You will meet the brothers there," muttered Nadia as she touched her son's soft cheeks.

Mother rubbed the baby's head, smiling happily. The lost grandchildren are now being replaced by a better God.

"Sir, he said Ruby would go home later to see him," reports Winda after packing the goods with Rima and uncle Harits.

"Yes, it's okay. Done already?" The girl nodded. Uncle Harith approached, he helped Nadia to get out of her bed. After getting permission from the doctor, Nadia did not want to linger in the hospital.

He was tired of everything there. Tired of lingering inside the typical building with that white paint. He missed home, but was only in the hospital for a day.

Nadia inhaled deeply the scent of her home yard. The cool air that was presented from the various kinds of trees that were growing, refreshed his lungs. The flowers that still appear to bloom, welcome his arrival. On the porch of his house, stood the mother nanny and her adopted children.

The smiles on their faces seemed bright and bright welcoming the arrival of new members in their families. Nadia greets the babysitter mother.

"Congratulations, Ma'am. What you have dreamed so far has finally been answered by Allah. May she grow up to be a proud child of her parents."

"Amijin!" The prayer that the nanny's mother said, was confirmed aloud by the children. Their prayers were heard, spoken, and penetrated to the seventh heaven.

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you, children." They sat together in the living room, Aunt immediately served them drinks. Growing new members, increasing happiness.

"Mother! Mother won't throw us away, will she? Mother will always love us, won't she?" hit one of the kids with a face almost crying. There was fear in them about that because after all they were just children that Nadia picked up from the streets. Not like Zahira, who was born directly by the woman they had always considered the Mother.

"Why are you talking like that? What are you guys afraid of? Mother will still be here with you. Will still love you because you are all the children of Mother. Mother's first children. Right, aren't you, Dad?" said Nadia who dropped a glance at her husband after speaking.

Uncle Harith came down from the sofa, sat on the floor with the children and held the child who had spoken.

"really so. Father and Mother will still love you just like yesterday. Just pray always, may Father and Mother also the others be given abundant health and sustenance so that they can continue to provide happiness for you." Uncle Harith grabbed the boy and kissed him on the head.

"Amijin!" Simultaneously everything that exists guarantees. The children hugged Harith's uncle. They are happy to have parents like the two even though they are only adopted. Because actually, no matter the status of the child, they are still a trust that must be maintained, cared for, cared for properly. Get a proper education like any other child.

In a pure white heart they promised to love and protect their recently present sister.

Time just keeps changing. The soot of the night lowered his skin hiding the sun in his contest.

The woman glanced at her husband, she nodded. "That's a recipe from Mom. It's okay, the herbs will make your body not easily tired," said uncle Harits answered doubts in his wife's bead.

Nadia throws her gaze back at the glass in Aunt's hand. "What to drink before eating, huh, Bi?" nadia asked because the rice was still lying on the nightstand he had not eaten.

"It's fine and it's fine to drink before eating." Nadia accepted the herbs doubtfully. His glance revolved around Uncle Harith before he gulped the potion.

His forehead frowned, his eyes closed, as soon as the drops of medicinal water began to dance on the tongue. However, his expression changed as he flowed down his throat. No sizzle, no shoes and bitter like the herbs he had drunk.

It tastes good and smells refreshing. Nadia finished the potion, and looked at the empty glass in her hand. He glanced at Auntie, a curious face imprinted clearly.

"What herbs, Bi?" Asking wants to know.

"It's just turmeric, just like kencur and some other ingredients that are pounded and then given salt. How does it feel, Miss? Refreshing, right?" bibi said as she received the glass from Nadia's hand.

"Enak, I love it." Nadia nodded her head, "will I continue to drink it?" ask Nadia.

"Yes, Miss. Up to forty days during your puerperium, Miss," replied Aunty who momentarily made Nadia stunned, but then nodded.

Aunty retreats to leave her master's room, returning both of their time. For a while during the puerperium, Nadia and Harith's uncle occupied an empty room on the first floor.

"Mas has to fast, yes, as long as you do?" lamented uncle Harith who sat leaning on the head of the bed. Nadia looked up, on her chest Zahira was breastfeeding. his ASI is abundant after he consumes vegetables that help multiply the ASI as well as herbs earlier.

"Yes, Mas. You can be patient, right? Just forty days, you know. Don't get hit by her red line," greeted Nadia with a satisfied smile when she saw her husband's lethargic face. He sagged, likening his head to his wife.

Her eyes glanced at the baby on Nadia's chest, her eyelids closed, but her lips still twitched sucked ASI from her mother.

"I promise you, if you're patient I'll give you special Mas service when it's time." Nadia smiled convincingly as the man's head looked up at the persuasion.

"Promise, huh?" he smiled at Nadia. The woman gave certainty.

"What if you don't join the KB program? Mas want to have many children .. yes, at least three," said uncle Harits while rubbing his son's hair using from the index finger.

"Wait for Zahira to be old enough, Mas, or when she's not breastfeeding anymore. Two years, huh?" sahut Nadia because he wants to perfect the follow-up as stated in the Qur'an. Two years.

"All right!" Resignedly accepted. He, anyway, is good to stay. The one who had to work hard to conceive for nine months and struggle to give birth, was his wife. That's why a mother's degree is three levels above Dad's.