Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Other Circumstances

The city park is always crowded in the afternoon, just look at the children are so cool playing with their peers. There are also toddlers who are allowed to play on the mat. Their faces looked radiant, radiant and fresh.

The sound of screaming parents enliven the atmosphere of the park in the afternoon. Chasing with their child, playing ball and bike.

"Look, Mas, the kids playing ball there. Mas also had to invite Zahira to play later" said Nadia while pushing her baby train on the streets of the city park.

"Yes, look at it later, Mas will take him to play ball. Or play the bike, Daddy's gonna teach him until he can." The man took over the baby's push from his wife's hand.

Pushing slowly around the park while looking at the visitors who spend the weekend with family. Nadia put her hands on her husband's arm. They are a happy family now.

"Want to buy food?" bargain her husband while watching the rows of traders who peddle his merchandise on the outskirts of the park. His hands pointed at the merchants who were busy serving the buyers.

Nadia shook her head after seeing the line of merchants. "We're looking for a seat, Mas," he said beginning to tire both feet around the park.

Uncle Harith invited Nadia to sit by a small cool lake. Covered by shady banyan trees adds to the coolness of the place.

He took Zahira from the baby carriage and hugged her. Playing with their girl who looks so much like her father.

"I'm jealous, why does Zahira look so much like Mas?" Nadia sulking. If juxtaposed then the child and father will be difficult to distinguish. The only difference is their gender.

"But he's as smart as you are, baby. I pray that she has a big heart like her mother." A Father's heartfelt expression. Nadia assures her husband's prayers, she hopes that when she grows up Zahira will become a wise child. He did not want what had happened to him, would happen to his daughter.

"Be to the toilet first, yes," said Uncle Harits shortly after he felt the turmoil in his stomach.

"Where, Mas?"

"To the mosque."

"Don't you go long!"

He nodded and left his son and wife after ordering. Nadia invites Zahira to speak, showing her everything, shapes and colors. The baby was adorable, chattering indistinctly, laughing merrily, or grasping whatever his hand found and eating it.

Nadia raised her gaze, she circled around while nursing the baby Zahira which she hid inside the hijab. Smiled to himself as he felt the touch of that tiny hand on the surface of his skin.

His forehead frowned when he saw someone in the distance walking in shabby clothes. Next to his hand, he may have only one hand. Not separated from the view of Nadia from her figure, still guessing who was there.

He came to everyone asking for alms from them. In his hand was a bowl of stone thrust upon them. The deeper the frown on his forehead, as the figure drew closer to where he was sitting.

"Why do I know him? Who, huh?" Mumbled slowly to himself.

"What's up, baby?" Uncle Harith hugged him from behind and kissed his temple. He sat down next to Nadia. The woman did not answer, she still looked closely at her husband who pulled out his little hijab.

"He's so greedy, is he hungry?" he said after peeking at Zahira who was breastfeeding. Nadia reviewed the smile and pinched her husband's cheek.

"He's thirsty. Zahira it's been six months, she's been eating MP ASI as well" he said once again pinching the man's cheek.

Uncle Harith rounded his lips while he was bearded. He looked at some children playing by the lake while folding both hands in their stomachs.

"Mas!" call Nadia when she remembers the figure that just disturbed her mind.

"Mmmm!" That was the only answer from him.

"That's normal, baby," he said indifferently.

"It's not that, Mas, but it looks like he only has one hand." Emphasized evidence.

"It's also common. They just pretend. His hands were hidden behind the clothes he was wearing." Both of the men's shoulders were raised. It was familiar with the scene as told by his wife.

"But, Mom, it's like I've met him, just can't remember where and when exactly?" Nadia muttered as she looked at the grass she stepped on. He bit his lip as a memory flashed by.

"Mother Bella." The whisper managed to make the man beside her react. He turned his head when he heard Nadia mutter. The woman beside him turned her head towards him.

"Mbak Bella, the woman I saw was your ex-wife, Mas. Why is it like that?" He was surprised for a moment to remember the figure he saw.

"We're sure?" Uncle Harits' voice sounded very deep. Wrinkled his forehead not because of confusion, but because he did not believe his ex-wife would appear here.

"I'm sure, Mom." Nadia looked at her husband. Convince the man that he is not wrong in seeing. For a moment, the two glanced at each other.

Uncle Harits' voice was restrained with lips gaping a little, the next second he stopped when he heard the voice of someone who asked for alms to him.

"Sir, ma'am, buy food for me." The face was down. Nadia looked up and was stunned, she swallowed the saliva as the person they were talking about now stood in front of thrusting the stone bowl at them.

Uncle Harits also nailed the gaze on the figure of kumel in front. No expression was displayed, had the person in front looked at, it would have made him messy himself seeing the threat posed by the man.

Nadia did not say much, she glanced at the bowl in her hand with no money other than a few coins. He reached into the pocket of his bag and took out several pieces of fifty thousand bills. Then, put it in the bowl.

Goggled his eyes. Unfortunately, he did not know who they were. "Thank you, Mom. Thank ye. Thank you." Thank you." Over and over again he said the word still with his face down.

"Mother Bella? What happened to Mama?"

Dagdag .. dugdug ...!

The sound of his heartbeat being hit by the thorny mace thumped irregularly. Anxious began to palpate her heart when she heard Nadia's soft voice ask. While the man still stared at him.

"Sir, why is it like this?" nadia asked again after a while there was no answer.

Bella was agitated. He did not answer, immediately triggering his legs to run after realizing who he was asking for money.

"Mom!" Uncle Harith blocked Nadia's hand as she was about to rise up in pursuit of Bella.

"Leave it!" said flat.

"But, Mas-"

"Leave it. Maybe he's reaping what he planted first. Leave it!" gently touch uncle Harits.

"I'm right it's Ms Bella, but why is her hand just next door? He doesn't seem to be hiding one of them. What happened to her?" Still can't believe his eyesight.

"Yes ..it is also a possibility that he should reap. Maybe he stole or made some other mistake that caused his hand to be cut off. We don't know, do we?" He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Nadia was silent for a while before she let out a heavy sigh.