Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Accepts

Go without a message, just disappear. Like the air coming and going to say hello. Leaving a trail of longing to see you. To make a deep impression. Desire to be together forever. Destiny sometimes feels unfair to some people. Reflect! What is planted is what will be harvested.

Nadia was unconscious again, lying on the couch and wandering in her subconscious. Ikram and his family say goodbye because it is unlikely they will stay at the house.

"Darling! Awake, Nadia!" The man almost desperately woke his wife. Can only pray in the heart that the beautiful petals will quickly open. He opened the veil that was still attached to his head, wiped the sweat that was stuck on his face, there was also a trace of tears left on his cheeks.

Nadia moaned short, the next second she sobbed. "He's dead!" Uncle Harith ran away, but he let his wife weep, shedding all the sorrow she felt. Kissed Nadia's face hoping she would be able to accept the reality that befell Nafisah.

"Nof course!" whispered Nadia lirih. All around him gathered everyone, worried about his situation. Uncle Harith asked Zahira to Mother, he wanted to bring the child closer to his mother.

The sound of crying baby caught his nose, jerking Nadia's consciousness. His eyelids opened, he sat down for a moment remembering the baby he had not yet born.

"Zahira!" his jolt. The look on the face depicts fear, the iris of her eyes twitching in search of the sound of the baby crying.

Uncle Harith sat behind his body with Zahira still crying. Nadia's body was taken by her other hand. The woman turned around, dripping her tears as she saw the red baby in her husband's sling.

"My son!" he took baby Zahira from his father's lap. He held the baby and gave him what he wanted. Slowly her crying subsided as a small object stuffed into her mouth.

Grateful for everyone, the cry of the baby resuscitated Nadia. Uncle Harith hugged him, dropping Nadia's head on his shoulder. Kissing her while rubbing the princess' head.

"Is this what Nafisah meant that she would be his successor at that time?" muttered Nadia slowly. His thumb rubbed Zahira's cheeks that began to fill up.

"You must be sincere, dear. Nothing is eternal in this world, nothing is a mirage. Ikhlaskan." Uncle Harith whispered in Nadia's ear. He did not want the woman to dissolve in his sadness.

"But Nafisah was a child, Mas!" Still rejecting reality.

"Nothing is impossible for God, Nadia. Coconut fruit alone does not look old when it falls even the flowers are still falling down. It is impossible for Allah, He can do anything just by saying Kun Fayakun. God can take a person's life, but he can also let him live longer even though disease eats away at him. You must realize, if it were not for the power of God, you would not have been able to live to this day after the disease you suffered first. Recall that? It's easy for God, isn't it? It does not make sense when viewed by human reason," said uncle Harits increasingly wise to interpret life.

Nadia was crying, was she lacking in gratitude all this time? Realizing what her husband said was the truth. There is no impossibility in this world if God has said Kun, Fayakun!

"Yes, Son. You must be able to accept the destiny outlined by God. Perhaps Nafisah's departure was the best for her than to have to endure a lifetime of pain because the lungs in her body were already damaged. All that God has outlined will not end in vain." She helped him give his advice to his daughter-in-law.

Nadia began to be able to accept, slowly the pace of her crying subsided. She put her head on her husband's shoulder.

Nadia glanced at Zahira, the baby was closed with the mouth is still busy fireworks sucking ASI from the breast skin of his mother. Nadia held her head up, kissed the baby's narrow forehead for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Mother, baby. Mother is too washed away to forget you. Forgive Mother." Nadia clutches her daughter's body. The soft cheeks were full of regret.

"Drink first, Non. It's good to keep the heart and mind calm." Aunty put down a glass filled with drinks that were still puffing smoke. The distinctive aroma of ginger lurking pierced everyone's sense of smell.

"Thank you, Bi." Uncle Harith lifted the glass and brought it closer to the wife's lips. A warm, soothing feeling runs down the throat as the liquid enters his mouth.

Nadia spread her gaze to everyone there. Winda, Rima, Mother, Aunt, Nanny's mother, children and her husband. Gather around him. There are still people he should pay attention to. Especially when mom is getting old. Also the child who will grow up later.

"Thank you guys so patiently made me realize. Thank you." Thank you." Nadia smiled even though there was water dripping from her eyes. But, instantly he frowned.

"Then, where is Brother Ain and his family? Why aren't they here?" Ask anyone who is willing to answer.

"They're back, baby. You're all right, aren't you?" sahut uncle Harits. Nadia turned to him, she smiled and nodded.

"It's okay, Mas, but I want to make a pilgrimage to his grave. I don't mind going back there, do you?" Looking expectantly at her husband.

The man's lips smiled, he rubbed his wife's head gently. "It's okay, but not now because you haven't recovered properly. Maybe after forty days we will all make a pilgrimage there. After all, Zahira is still too small to be invited to travel far," said uncle Harits again understandingly. Nadia nodded back.

Nafisah's departure is not only her own heartache and loss, but everyone who has lived with her feels the same sadness. Maybe Ain was the one who felt the most loss. Just wanted to make up for all the time he wasted during the life of Nafisah, but fate willed another.

Nadia returns to her role as the new mother of Zahira. He also did not forget his duty as the wife of uncle Harith although sadness still lingered in his heart, he should not forget that there is a family that needs him. There are children that he must pay attention to, there is a husband that he must fulfill his rights.

The days were going normally, gradually the sense of loss began to fade in his heart. Zahira's speech that has been heard, makes Nadia's days decorated with flowers that bloom.

She is enjoying her role as the new mom. Do not want to be left behind the growth period of the baby. Together with her husband, she took good care of the child whom God had entrusted to her. There is also a Mother and Aunt who always give him direction as well as advice to be a good mother for her child.

Learning from the story of the mother who once abandoned her child, learning from the Aunt who abandoned all her children, learning from the mother who in his old age could never have children.