Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

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"Mas, how was the fight? It looks old, Mom. Why are they still employed in the garden, Mas?" fawning Nadia was shortly after Harith's uncle sat in the same hut as her.

The woman had seen a quarrelsome man, an old man with hair that had bleached almost entirely with a young woman whose age might have been above Nadia by a few years.

Uncle Harits has not responded, he prefers to play with Zahira who is learning to crawl.

"He who works alone, does not compel him." A moment of silence at last answered also with origin. Nadia doesn't believe that.

"Mas, do not be unjust to Mas employees themselves. Without them, these rubber plantations would not have run. Give him a severance who can support his old age, or .. wake up businesses like stalls and such so as not to work too hard like that until fighting," nadia's advice is always to feel compassion for the distress of others.

Uncle Harith fell silent, he looked at the face of the wife who was easily toyed with others because of the kindness he had. It has to be what? That is how his wife is. He will be a hero to those in distress even if it makes his life difficult. Bizarrely.

"Why do you see me like that?" Nadia frowned strangely as the man's unblinking eyes stared at her. It is misbehavior, allowing her hijab which is completely okay just to shift the shame in her.

However, the dark eyes of the man were still glazed at him. Not sharp, but intense. Piercing up to the heart.

"Stop looking at me like that, Mom!" Nadia closed her husband's eyes with one of her hands. Holding it so that the petal closes and does not emit any strangeness in him. The man's hand touched Nadia's hand.

He held the hand and released it slowly from covering his eyes. He carried Nadia's hand against the skin of her lips without taking her eyes off.

"Why do you always care about other people's lives? Can't you just be indifferent and let it all go? I'm afraid that when I'm not by your side, the people around you will take advantage of my wife." Uncle Harith kissed the hand again he lowered his gaze staring at the soft skin of Nadia's.

The surface of Nadia's hand using her index finger. It's impeccable, completely white and clean. How is it possible, even though Nadia never went to a salon like Bella before. However, the skin he had looked more beautiful than his ex-wife.

Before long, he again raised his eyes to look at his wife's face.

"Say! What's your reason for doing that?" Asked again because the woman in front of him was silent with her mouth locked tightly.

"I don't know. I also do not know why every time I see something like that, my heart is always full and pitying. Always wanting to help, even if not much." Nadia said it without any burden at all. He always follows the rules of his heart without knowing what risks he will face.

He also remembered that he had been used by them. How Ain who he helped actually spent the savings money of his foster children. He remembered very well, but again Nadia did not want to drag on in past memories.

"I understand, Mom, but that was just an old man. How could he possibly do something bad to me or to someone who had helped him?" Nadia argued because she did not know who was being talked about.

Harith's uncle's father was notoriously cunning and greedy. The man's lips formed a smile, he turned his head to the side as something soft and delicate touched his hand. Uncle Harith picked up Zahira and hugged her. Let him hold one finger of his to play.

"We can't measure their nature just by looking at their appearance. No children nor parents, those who are cunning will still bring us down someday. You don't know how it is either, do you? The one who knows. The young woman with him was his wife. He's the one who's been troublemaking on this farm." Uncle Harith explained.

He was weighing in his heart whether he should be honest with Nadia about the two men. Zahira in her lap was busy babbling and playing her father's finger. Nadia looked at the face of her husband who seemed to be thinking.

"You know who they are, Nadia?" A question Nadia never expected. The woman did not say anything, just kept quiet and prepared to listen to what her husband would tell her.

"They were the mastermind behind everyone's poisoning that night. And unfortunately, he's my father. Then, the woman was his wife. They want to make you lose your baby in the womb. They also searched the plantation files. Luckily, I kept it in a safe place." Uncle Harith looked at his wife.

The woman gaped in disbelief at her husband's story. It doesn't make sense, does a grandfather really want to kill his own grandson?

"Yes, Nadia. He's been torturing me all along. He also gave me a lash scar on my back. He can torture me, but he can't touch my son and wife. I gave him a sentence to work here because he was so eager to own this estate. However, they always do the same with other workers by using my name as their power."

The exposure of her husband made Nadia even more stunned. She remembered the scar on her husband's back. Clear and prominent, can not imagine how he used to hold all that until it can still live until now.

Nadia lowered her head deeply, she was furious and happy that finally the person who caused the poisoning of all those people was found also. Uncle Harith stroked his head, pulled him closer, and grabbed Nadia's body.

"Already, don't think too much about unnecessary things at all. Just think of me and our son. Love you." The man's lips kissed Nadia's head. Well, he could also feel the magnitude of the affection he gave.

Nadia nodded obediently, thinking back. Whether the loss of Bella's hand has anything to do with the man who was hugging her. She did not know and did not want to be so bad to her husband. Bella's problem may be true it's because she made a fatal mistake that led to her being punished like that. Never mind, just focus on our husband and son, Nadia.