Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Arrival of the Ikram Family

Holidays are a time to gather with family. One week Nadia became a mother. He had just returned from the hospital after taking control.

Zahira's baby was left to play on her mattress on the floor with her father. Nadia, who has recovered, is in the kitchen making coffee for her husband. He also made a snack for himself.

Nadia does everything herself even though Bibi often forbids it. It's not a problem for Uncle Harits as long as Nadia feels okay.

The man raised his son's body very carefully, hugging him endlessly smelling his face and certain parts that were delicious to sniff.

Being cool to fondle, something warm flowing wet the pants he was wearing. He lifted up Zahira's body, and clucked a little annoyed. Turn the baby's body around until it faces him.

"Does Mother not put on diapers? Ah ... You peed on Dad!" his weakness. He put the baby back in its place. Confused what to do, he prefers to scream to call his wife.

"Darling! Hurry up, why so long?" her screams were strong enough to make her baby cry.

"Duh .. cup-cup-cup! Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry, yeah. Dad was unintentionally. Don't cry!" he said as he patted Zahira's butt slowly.

"Mas, why are you screaming near Zahira? He's crying, isn't he." Nadia gave a long grumble as she approached her son after putting drinks and snacks that he made on the table.

"Honey .. ah ...." Nadia was stunned when her hand touched something wet on the bottom of the baby's body. She looked at her husband, glancing at the pants. Then, chuckle.

"Just let me scream, Zahira peed in Dad's pants, yeah." She returned to her son while constantly flirting with her husband.

Uncle Harits snorted, itching to taste. She left Nadia to change clothes.

"Next time do it again, yeah. Dad's face was so funny." She was still laughing as her husband's reddened face loomed.

"Why not wear diapers? So wet the bed, right," Harits uncle's whistle came back out with a different appearance.

"I'm sorry, Mas, didn't have that time" Nadia said without guilt. He landed his butt on the couch, sipped coffee and ate the snack Nadia had made earlier.

Zahira has regained her composure in her mother's arms. Breastfeeding with eyes closed without having to think about anything. Is the baby always like that? Breastfeeding, sleeping, nursing again, sleeping again.

"You must be a good father, Harith. Do not always rely on women. Zahira is also your responsibility. You must both take care of him, nursing mothers should not be stressed let alone too tired. It can affect everything." Mother snatched while walking closer to the family room.

The man rubbed his neck wrongly. He glanced at Nadia looking for a defense. His wife was not indifferent to playing with his son. Mother sat with them, talking lightly about anything related to children and care.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" The sound of greetings from many people sounded in the ears. They look at the door.

"Who, Mas?" nadia asked her husband. The man shrugged his shoulders not knowing.

"Mas look first." He got up and walked to the door to welcome an uninvited guest home.

Stunned as he opened the door, Ikram and his family stood there. The smile they carved seemed forced. There was something strange about their faces.

"Cream?" Uncle Harits welcomed him warmly. Embrace and pat her familiar back, "get in!" Without noticing them, Harith's uncle pointed inside the house. Take them all to the place where Nadia is.

"Who, Mas?" The knocking of the step that caught the ear, made the two women turn their heads in unison. Uncle Harits did not reply, only smelling a secretive smile.

"Mother!" Bilal ran over to Nadia who had stood up to greet him. Connect with Ruby who also entered into her arms.

"Ruby, Ruby ... The breath!" He was shocked when he remembered the little girl. He waits for his presence, waiting for his embrace, where ... where is my little girl?

The sobbing of the two added to the puzzled streak on that pretty face. Clingy they hugged his body reluctant to release again. "Sorry?" His tongue again muttered to mention the name of the child who awaited his arrival.

"Where is Nafisah? Didn't you guys take her?" The outline of the embrace, was seen by the faces of the two brothers who had just embraced him.

His eyes twitched at the two pairs of beads in front. Sirat will ask who demands answers. Where .... Where's my little girl? His mind asks, but he does not get an answer.

Stiffened by a memory, when her little girl said things that made her restless heart. The trajectory of his plain spoken sentence, smashed a lump of red meat in his chest.

His irregular heartbeat, lowering sweat grains on the forehead crept up to the neck.

"Where is Nafisah? Ruby's? Bilal?" press it again. Both of his hands were clutching one of their shoulders. His gaze demanded, piercingly sharp. He felt he was playing with the family.

Ruby and Bilal lowered their heads in unison, not knowing what the two were hiding until their tongues were confused not a single word was said. His eyes were thrown at the two figures of tau people behind them.

The faces were sad, covered in black clouds that were preparing to rain down whenever he wanted. Her own husband pecked, his heart asked the same as his wife asked.

His feet swung, approaching the woman who looked at him with a thousand sorrows. Their presence obscured the atmosphere that had been brightly cheerful.

"Sister!" He started his conversation. Both irises of his eyes did not switch from the brown bead in front. The sadness in it, the endless regret made the eyes glaze over with it.

"Where is Nafisah? Wouldn't he come to see his newborn sister? Where is he, brother? Why don't you guys take him?" The question of the streak was uttered in his trembling tongue. The feeling in his heart was violently turbulent, all the bad thoughts were milling around in his brain.

Nah! Nah! Keep away! Keep away!

Ain was still sculpting, his eyes closed as Nadia's sharp bead rained down on him. The power of his heart saw that he who had just gained happiness, had to be crushed by the absence of his little girl. Water began to seep from Ain's closed eyelids.

"He's dead!" The voice called him. Little changed for what. His breathing was heard to the thrill of Nadia. He saw the man who called his name just now, in a moment.

Silent. The chorus does not continue the speech.

"Tell me! Don't confuse us!" Uncle Harith snatched impatiently wanting to know what happened to their family. He had pulled his men back from the task of watching over the Ikram family. For this reason, he did not know the news of the family.

"Sorry, if the news that we bring damages your happiness, but you also need to know especially Nadia. You must be strong, Nadia. The breath is gone."

The woman's body collapsed instantly.

"Darling!"

"He's dead!"

"Mother!"