Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Zahira Fast Growing

Days pass quickly, all problems can always be solved well even though sometimes difficult. The baby who just crawled yesterday has now learned to stand. Nine months old, she's growing up fast.

"Come, baby! Come on Omah!" Both of Mom's hands stretched out welcoming her beloved granddaughter who stood limped and began to lift one by one her feet. The baby had a funny expression, a scared look mixed with pleasure printed clearly on his adorable funny face.

Nadia emerged from the kitchen with a tray in hand. Contains cut fruits and drinks. Zahira chuckled as she looked at the figure of Mother who placed food on the table. He was enthusiastic, moving his feet forward.

Shaken by her small body, she almost fell. Luckily, he was able to balance his body by stopping to step.

"Come, Mommy has fruit for you, baby!" Nadia brandished a fork that pierced the fruit at the end. Zahira chuckled again, the sooner his feet wanted to reach.

Ma-ma-ma-ma ....

His lips folded inward, saliva dripping up to his chin. He did not give up, continuing to spur his legs to approach the woman who was crouching with a piece of fruit in hand.

"Well! Father's son, he's good at walking!" The huge hand interrupted the enthusiasm of the women who were waiting for Zahira to approach. Nadia snorted, she twinkled her eyes as the man who had just picked up Zahira stared at her.

"Why is Mother's face so sour?" Asked after looking at Nadia's face. The baby in his carrier wriggled asking to be lowered, his lips incessantly blabbing with his language.

"Patience, dear. You wanna come down? Good ... good, Dad put it down!" said it. She held a kiss on her face before putting the baby down.

Ma-ma-ma-ma ....

The baby was babbling while carrying his limped leg slowly. Nadia again enthusiastically welcomed the arrival of her daughter with Mother, both busy cheering the baby. Uncle Harits was stunned to see the child who was only yesterday still red was now starting to step. He crouched down with the two women of different ages, cheering with enthusiasm as if watching a match.

"Come, baby! Hurry ... hurry! You can!" nadia cheers with Uncle Harith and Mom.

The three cheered even louder when Zahira reached for her mother. A warm embrace was given by Nadia and Harith's uncle to their baby.

"Smart kid." Mother rubbed Zahira's head glad she was still given the opportunity to see her granddaughter learn to step. He shrank his tears which suddenly fell full of days.

Uncle Harith's hand embraced the frail body that shook it, he knew the cry that Mother let out was the cry of happiness. That afternoon, their house grew warmer.

*****

"Honey, she's asleep yet?" asked Uncle Harith for the last time. He glanced at Nadia who was still in her daughter's bed, nursing the child to quickly fall asleep. He waved his hand without saying anything for fear of bothering Zahira who began to blink heavily.

Breathing from him sounded again. That he has done many times. Saturated waiting for Nadia who breastfed her baby. He picked up the device and checked the email Yoga sent him. Still his eyes glanced at Nadia making sure the woman moved from her baby spot.

Nadia slowly came down from the mini bed, allowing the barrier on each side to keep her from falling down. Uncle Harits enthusiastically welcomed Nadia who began to crawl up into the bed.

"Mass ...!" The lightning-fast movement silenced Nadia's mouth that was about to speak. The sudden attack left him shocked to the point of being unable to control himself and running out of oxygen.

"Mas! Why all of a sudden, anyway?" She slapped her husband's chest with a loud breath.

The man laughed with anxiety. He dropped his head on his wife's chest spoiled. Flip the lingerie she wears until it opens its front. He swiped his cheeks on his wife's skin just like a cat who wanted to be rubbed by his employer.

"There must be a desire" joked Nadia. Her hands were busy combing her husband's hair with fingers. The head looked up, smiling suspiciously.

"Dear, you know, right? My age is no longer young." His eyes blinked softly before again dropping his head on Nadia's chest.

"Mmm ... yeah, so?" Nadia responded. She knew where her husband was going.

"Mas wants another child. Zahira is growing fast. Mas wanted to give him a younger brother" he said, kissing his wife's skin. Occasionally will bite leaving a reddish mark.

"Boy, huh? But Zahira hasn't had a year, Mas. Poor thing, wait until he's two years old and it's gone. I promise I will not delay it" said Nadia slowly gave understanding.

The man tightened his circle of hands on his wife's stomach. His mischief continues to the core stage of the game.

"You promised when Zahira was weaned later, don't delay getting pregnant again" he said, holding his wife's body.

"Mas wants a boy? What if the one I gave birth to was a woman?I'm afraid Mas's gonna ignore him."

"Remember, Mas. Men or women are the same, both are a trust for us that we must take care of and we take good care of anyway," Nadia's cerocos at length.

The man chuckled while strengthening his embrace. Smell that sweaty wet face with anxiety.

"Anything, baby. Anything. Although Mas wants a man, still who will be born from here will be dear Mas because he is the son of Mas. Our flesh's blood." His hand swirled around rubbing Nadia's stomach. Eliminate restless anxiety in the heart of the wife.

"Women are a place to grow before birth, most of whom I meet husbands will always ignore children born from his wife's womb when he is not in accordance with the wishes. Then, blame the wife said he was not good at giving children. In fact, neither the man nor the woman was all his will, nor the wife who made him into a man or a woman later."

Nadia tilted her body to face her husband. His hands were coiled around Uncle Harith's stomach with faces looking up at each other.

"My soul only holds the seed that Mas sows into it, about him being a man or a woman is the business of the Creator. Accept and love anything that will be born from my birth canal," said Nadia while immersing her face in the moist chest of her husband.

Such fear is natural felt by every woman when the husband asks for a gender from the child he contains not even a few who choose to marry again just because they want the gender of the child in accordance with what he wanted.

"Mas understood, Mas will accept them as he received Zahira's presence into this world. They're not like them, Nadia." The two of them hugged each other and fell asleep in great gratitude.