Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Nadia's Attitude

While the receptionist's guard was taken by Yoga to the courtroom, Harith's uncle brought Nadia into his room. A room large enough for an office. Why does her husband like luxury? He shook his head, his tongue clucked many times.

"Come, Daddy's son!" Uncle Harith stretched both hands receiving Zahira from Nadia's hands, "pardon Dad, son because lately the work in the office piled up. I'm playing less with you, yeah." Uncle Harits cradled the baby.

The baby's typical cheerful laughter echoed in his room when Harith's uncle swiped his nose on Zahira's stomach. Nadia smiled, occasionally rubbing her baby's back if necessary.

"Many files you have to check. If I bring it home, it will never be finished. Mas was not strong enough to resist the temptation of the two beautiful princesses at home," he said dropping a glance at Nadia after putting Zahira on the lap.

Fucked the forehead of the wife friendly. Nadia leaned her head on the man's shoulder.

"I understand, Mom, but it's the weekend. I didn't know that Mas's work was still piling up. I want to take Mas on a picnic in the park with Zahira" Nadia said, propping her chin up on her own hand which she placed on Uncle Harith's shoulder.

"It's okay, then I have to hurry. Before Dzuhur will have to be finished. After that, we'll take a walk in the park, but the food's here, yeah. It's okay, isn't it?" uncle Harith turned his head to Nadia.

The woman nodded in agreement. It's okay, in the afternoon there will be many children who will play in the city park.

Uncle Harith handed Zahira back to him. On a fur rug, the two waited for Harith's uncle to finish the job.

From where he sat, uncle Harith glanced at his son and wife. There was no sound from their direction. He shook his head when he found the two sleeping. The worm in his stomach was unceasingly beeping, uncle Harits glanced at the clock on his wrist, at eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"I should be hungry, impatient to eat the food Nadia brought," he muttered, finishing his last job. He got out of his chair, stepped slowly, sat back near Nadia.

He threw himself behind his wife, hugged her, and played his hand on something he liked. He put his head into Nadia's hijab, pecking his wife's nape made her squirm and moan slowly.

"Mas!" Nadia murmured softly as uncle Harits got more mischievous. He chuckled as he came out of Nadia's veil and sat down.

"Why so bad?" Nadia grumbled with her raucous voice. He sat down after glancing at Zahira who was still asleep.

"Mas hungry, baby. Come, eat!" said the man while twirling his hands around his stomach.

"I'm gonna wash my face, Mom. Where's the bathroom?" Nadia yawned many times. Napping like that is very important for nursing mothers like it.

"Behind you, baby." Uncle Harith pointed at a door not far from where Nadia was resting. He moved and went into it.

Again and again. "Why is an office bathroom like a bathroom at home, Mas? Mas is excessive," said Nadia as she stepped closer to her husband who was sitting on a floor near his son.

"Sometimes, if the work piles up Mas prefers to soak for a while to relieve fatigue. It's not too much if it's useful, is it?" sahut explained. Nadia no longer said, there is a point too. It is possible that all of it is set in such a way as to make the owner comfortable.

He opened the provisions he brought, many times the man's jakun up and down swallowed saliva. He ate it with gourmand.

"Slowly, Mas. No one will grab her food" Nadia warned her husband.

Uncle Harith hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth before replying, "Because this is the first time Mas's wife brought the food to the office. I'm so happy to get this kind of attention." He continued eating after saying that.

No more talking until they finish their meal. He told Yoga not to allow anyone to come into his room.

"Mas, will the employee be flanked earlier? Is he gonna get fired?" nadia asked as she flashed the shadow of the employee whose face paled earlier.

"Maybe yes, but as Yoga does in warning employees. He'll have a test run in a month's time for her." He glanced at Nadia who nodded her head. Such is the system of work applied in her husband's company. Any employee who makes a mistake will be given the opportunity through work trials.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Master, can I come in?" Suara Yoga asked for his permission.

"Lake in!"

The door creaked, Yoga entered the room. He encouraged the receptionist to face their boss.

"I apologize to Mr and Madam if you still want to work!" say it with a cold, flat face.

The woman threw herself down on the floor, she even banged her head on the floor begging for forgiveness from her uncles Harith and Nadia. The hijab-wearing woman next to her husband gaped at him as she saw him performing that prostration.

Gegas Nadia held both of his shoulders and asked him to stand up.

"Stand up, you can't do this!" He shook his head in refusal. Uncle Harits fluttered in his place. Yoga was just silent to know what his mistress would do.

"No, Mistress. I am guilty, please forgive me!" he said he was going to drop his face on the floor.

"If you do that, I won't be willing to forgive you! Wake up! The bastard prostrated himself before the other humans!" strictly not kidding. The woman gasped, she looked up to see Nadia's fierce face.

"Mrs ...?" He called Nadia.

"Wakeup! You just have to apologize for not having to do something like that" he said softly.

Not only his heart shook, but the hearts of the two men were also affected by Nadia's soft-pitched speech. She smiled when she saw him start to stand up despite being restrained.

"Thank you, madam. Thank you very much, you are very kind. I feel very guilty. I'm sorry, Madam. I'm sorry." He lowered his face while crying. Nadia approached him, without hesitation hugging him.

"It's okay, I'm sure you need this job a lot. Learn from your mistakes and work hard" he said, patting her on the back.

"Thank you, Madam. I'll remember your advice. Thank you" he said over and over again.

Uncle Harits glanced at the bright Yoga seeing how Nadia worked. Smiling those lips as his assistant glanced at his eyes, proud of having a wife as big-hearted as Nadia.

"Darling, come!" Ask Uncle Harith to stop what Nadia is doing. Yoga brings the woman back to her workplace. After Dzuhur, all employees will be repatriated.

Nadia took the baby and held him. Step out with a happy heart of course.