Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Realises

A journey of relief when the heart gets its satisfaction. No more burdens lay on his shoulders. All has been spilled out of self-consciousness that drifts in the stream of waves of feeling.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling relieved now?" ask the man sitting next to her. He never stopped playing with the baby on his wife's lap.

The woman looked up at her husband who was also watching her. Their lips met for a few seconds, but nothing happened. They pulled each other a little away, ashamed that in front of them Yoga was driving.

"Thank God be so relieved, Mom. There is no burden on my shoulders. Everything feels plong," said Nadia with a cheerful smile.

Uncle Harith clasped his fist, landing a kiss on it. Hopefully after this no more storms come hitting his ark. The car continues to drive away from the small town along with all the memories Nadia actually abandoned.

No longer want to deal with them, starting that day he just wants to focus on his family.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I realized all this time that I had not completely broken free from the shackles of the past. The feeling that is embedded in me sometimes makes me forget that I already have a family that is more entitled to me. I'm sorry, Mas. From today I will focus on my family. I take care of my husband and son. Thank you for being patient until I get to this point," Nadia said as she stared in her husband's impeccable black bead.

Stunned the man heard the words he had just said. It is not expected that the wife will understand also the contents of the heart that has never been revealed. His lips smiled, filled with meaning. Fucked Nadia's forehead long ago.

"Thank you if you finally realize what you want. In the future just think of our family, especially our children who need more attention and affection as their mother. Love you." The kiss on Nadia's forehead is back.

The man had been holding back his feelings, waiting for time to wake his wife from the shackles of the past. All of this is no longer his business. They've been nobody since the farewell talk happened between Nadia and Ikram.

This is the day that Uncle Harits has been waiting for a long time. The day his wife broke free from all the feelings that bound her, and began to accept her new life with her husband and the child she was born with.

As time went on, three of their cars stopped in the courtyard of Uncle Harith's mansion. Scattered everyone from inside the car, towards their respective places where they wanted to rest the body.

Nadia is very tired, she prefers to go to her room with Zahira. No longer occupying the room on the first floor, he had filled his original room on the second floor. He slowly put the baby on the bed. Falling asleep after full feeding during the trip.

Nadia opened the hijab, she opened the window wide letting the wind from out there blow into her room. There was nothing he wanted to do, other than lie down with his daughter.

A dart of wind that struck, gently touching his body. It felt like he was swept by a warm hand that he missed. Slowly straining his eyelids. He yawned, drowsiness attacked him quickly. Indeed, since the presence of Zahira his flight hours increased at night.

He must be willing to wake up when the baby cries for milk, or asks to be changed. Alternately with her husband who began to learn to participate in matters of taking care of Zahira. As small as anything. He didn't want his wife to be too tired.

"No, Mas. I can take care of myself. I don't want anyone to interfere in my son's upbringing." That's always the answer. Contrary to uncle Harits who has been easy all this time never do anything by himself.

Nadia moaned in her sleep as someone played around her neck. Something wet touched softly and gently on the surface of his skin.

"Mas!" Nadia opened her eyes quickly, as her husband's head was directly above her head. Uncle Harith drew an upward curving line welcoming the eyes of his buying wife.

"What's the Deceit?" She screamed again withholding her husband's chest so as not to get down.

"Mas wants to break the fast, Nadia. Can not? For forty days he fasted patiently. Now, I want to open up. Okay, sweetie?" please with an adorable face.

Nadia heard her husband's words. That soft tone of voice teased him, hypnotizing him for a while. She blinked, after digesting what her husband said.

"Mas, but it's still noon, you know. How about the night? I was still tired after the trip," Nadia pinta while rubbing her husband's chin which began to be overgrown with minions.

However, the man actually clenched his wife's lips long enough and intense before removing and distancing himself from Nadia's body. He rubbed Nadia's head and kissed her forehead.

"Just sleep, Mas also wants to check the plantation," said Uncle Harits while landing a kiss on his forehead again, "Please wait for service from you later that night. Don't forget, yeah." He grinned after saying that.

Blink one eye, before entering the bathroom. Nadia chuckled to herself, imagining what she would do tonight to her husband. He shook his own head, ashamed. The hue on the cheeks had turned red. I don't know, just imagining it makes him ashamed like that.

She closed her eyes when her husband came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. The man sorted and chose what clothes he would wear. He took a set of casual outfits from his closet, wearing them before meeting Nadia for a farewell. Don't forget their little daughter who's still sleeping.

He whistled happily while bringing himself out of the room. Imagining what Nadia will do tonight, already makes her like a crazy person. Laughing to yourself, muttering to yourself.

His steps continued, going down the stairs to arrive at the first floor. The joy he shared with everyone he met in the house. They only shook their heads at the old bride who was about to resume the first night ritual after fasting for forty days longer.

"That's so happy for you, son!" reprimand Mom while paying attention to her son's deliberately contrived style and manner of walking. Sunglasses perched on his nose. He opened it a little, and winked his naughty eyes at the mother.

Chuckles at the old woman.