Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Night Belongs to Them

The night breeze blew softly, as soft as a sheet of silk touching the skin. The cold pierces right through to the pores penetrating directly into the bone and freezing the marrow inside. Shivering the body behind that glory. Some people even turn off the AC because the weather is colder than it is.

Light rain that night, long lasting. Long and long. Increasingly add a bite to the body and tighten the blanket.

However, that did not apply to a pair of people in one of the rooms in the mansion. The dripping sweat mixed into one. The roar of breath mixed with groans sounded tantalizing and made the sense within the soul turbulent. After many times failing because their babies often cry, in the end they can also reach the top.

The words of love ringing in each other's ears added to the enjoyment in the ritual they were undergoing. The cold night turned hot. Nadia is the ruler.

After holding back for forty days, Harith's uncle did not let Nadia pause her game. That night was theirs. The word friendly combined with the roar of breath from each lips.

Their game paused because Zahira's cries re-echoed. In a hurry, Nadia got out of her husband's body and went to the baby box.

"What else is this time?" uncle Harith lamented in a raucous voice and was a little annoyed as well. Is he jealous? Holy hooch!

Nadia cradled the baby, only with a blanket that she managed to bring. Sitting on a special sofa for breastfeeding not far from the baby box. He smiled uneasily as he saw Uncle Harith move up, walking closer wearing his scabbard. He stood behind Nadia, still wanting to continue the delayed game earlier.

"Mas!" lirih Nadia was closed, she bit her lips holding the sound that came out of her mouth when her husband's lips played around the nape.

"Quick sleep! Mas still wants to continue, "he whispered sensually in the wife's red ear. Nadia bit her earlobe before she switched to another sofa. Waiting for the wife to put the baby back to sleep.

Long enough, the rain outside still fell gurgling water on the roof making their sound red. Unceasingly the eyes of the man glanced at the position of Nadia who was still faithfully patting the baby's buttocks.

He sighed, this is how it is to have a baby. A game that pauses at the peak. Tight-tasting. Now the woman is not only his, but the weak creature is his ruler.

He pretended to pick up the magazine only to drive out the saturation for waiting. Nadia moved, she put the baby back in the box. Walk up to her husband who covers her face using a magazine.

Nadia took the magazine and threw it. He looks bad tonight. Nadia sat on the lap of her husband, without waiting for him to devour the lips. Decak tongue echoing filled his room mingled with the sound of water falling on the earth.

Uncle Harith stood up while lifting Nadia on his lap without taking off the pawn. He took his wife to the bed and put her down slowly. Continuing the first night of the delayed ritual.

Throwing a blanket covering his wife's body, as well as a holster blocking his property in any direction. It was there that they together reached the top of the game. The man collapsed next to his wife. He pecked his sweaty forehead repeatedly.

"You look different tonight, but I love it. Can I ask you again and again?" said Harith's uncle whispering in Nadia's ear. Meeting that face, a warm feeling spread across both cheeks to his ears.

She put her face in her husband's armpits, tightly hugging the damp body because of the sweat. It feels tired and relieved to channel long pent-up desires. The man pulled a blanket over the plain body of the two. The night was still half over, enough for them to rest before morning came.

"I love you, Nadia Almira, the mother of my son." Mumbled the man's words right in the wife's ear. However, there was no word from the woman who was curled up in his chest. A subtle snoring sounded from his direction, he had fallen asleep.

Night drizzled that never receded until dawn came. The dawn began to appear in the far East although faint because it was blocked by the black clouds that enveloped the sky. Adhan dawn berkumandang sahut-dahuti from surau to surau.

The sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom disturbed his deep sleep. He felt the bed next to his body, no man held him last night. He opened his eyes when the bathroom door opened and closed.

"Mas!" call him in a hoarse voice.

"Bring, baby. The dawn has come. We are jama'ah together. It is still raining outside" said uncle Harits while holding a prayer mat and performing two raka'at before dawn.

Nadia got out of bed, pointing to the bathroom with a towel that her husband put on the bed. Prayers both in the room, followed by the pace of Zahira's cries who also woke up.

Nadia took off her face, took the baby from her box and cradled softly while listening to the chants of Quran verses that her husband read. He greeted Harith's uncle as he approached. Uncle Harith flicked the curtain, the morning sky was overcast. Last night it was still raining, though not as hard.

"Do you want me to make coffee, Mom?" Nadia hugged her husband's body from behind. Uncle Harith stood by the window looking at the water coming down. He groped his wife's hand and turned. Staring at Zahira who plays alone on the bed, he is henchman and calm.

The lips are why always make his maleness instinct want to continue to devour it. Repeatedly pecked Nadia's lips, very anxious.

"Coffee without sugar as usual" he said, giving a small pinch on his nose.

"Ready, Boss!" Nadia took off a hug, she landed a kiss on her husband's cheek before coming out of the room. How happy that morning! Uncle Harits smiled to himself, his face flushed red. He approached Zahira who was writhing on the bed.

"Hallo, Father's Daughter! Sorry, yeah, if you were jealous last night. Dad also needs Mommy," he said who lies beside Zahira who is busy playing alone.

Uncle Harith gave his large index finger to be grasped by his daughter. Moving it up and down. The smile on her lips did not fade, happiness felt perfect for her now.

Having a wife who can always relieve his fatigue when problems come and go. Plus the princess who also became a cure for his fatigue after work.

"It's coffee!" Nadia came with a tray. He put the tray on the nightstand. One cup of coffee and a glass of milk that was still smoking, along with bread and besides for breakfast they both, he took it to his room.

Uncle Harith sat on the edge of the bed, facing his coffee cup.

"Mother's child takes a bath first, yes." Uncle Harith glanced at his wife who opened one by one Zahira's clothes. Nadia used to bathe herself. There's a baby bathtub in the bathroom.

A morning that feels beautiful even though the rain is constantly flushing. It didn't take away the warmth in the new parents heart.