Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Coming Bui

The man smiled as his hand pushed the door, greeted by two women he loved hugging each other in the same bed. They fell asleep, probably from exhaustion after struggling for most of the day.

The beautiful petals even looked swollen. There was a scratch on his hand even though it was small, it had already made his heart churn. He approached his steps eroding the distance between them until he sat right behind his back.

Short pajamas worn, showing every curve of his wife's body. Milk-white skin, smooth and flawless. The soft skin was swept away, he let out a scratch on the wound slowly. Still the sleeping woman, not disturbed at all.

The man's lips formed an upward curved line although thin, it looked charming. His hands turned to caress the baby in the arms. The baby was wiped before it kissed them both.

"Mm.m ...." Nadia squirms feeling another touch from her husband. The eyelids opened slowly, smiling at her lips as she found her husband right in front of her face.

"Home home? How's Mom doing?" He put both his hands around the man's neck. Uncle Harith with Nadia who wrestled his neck.

"Mom still has to be in the hospital. Already, don't think too much. For today, in the room alone do not go out a step. Youunderstand?" His thumb rubbed Nadia's soft cheeks. A smile on his lips pressed down on his wife.

Nadia nodded and she was really tired. His body feels stiff, he needs enough rest.

"What about Zahira? Does she still like crying like that?" The glare turns on the baby who is still asleep.

Nadia took a glance. "Almost all day she cried because she was afraid. Maybe his heart is still shocked so it still always wakes up suddenly and continues to cry, but it has begun to mend, Mas. Not like the time in the car," explained Nadia. She placed both hands on her husband's waist. Hugged him and dropped his head on the chest of his field.

"Thank God, hopefully it won't be long." Neither Nadia nor her husband, both of them gasped in shock when they suddenly felt a shock. Both look at Zahira who jumped in her sleep.

Nadia quickly broke away from her husband, rubbing the chest of the princess while reciting the sholawat lullaby. Even in sleep, the baby is as excited even though he does not cry.

"Mas, where are you going?" Nadia turned around as her husband got out of bed. The man pointed at the bathroom with his chin. He wanted to clean himself up first. Nadia nodded, coming up from the bed closing all the curtains in the room.

He made a video call with Winda to find out about Mom's situation. Sitting near a window with a lookout for babies sleeping in bed. Nadia was grateful that Mom was there still welcoming her with a smile.

The night wind blew, the lightning struck incessantly. The bad weather outside made everyone reluctant to move. Nadia clasped Zahira's body, the baby was still always crying when she heard a loud noise. He chanted sholawat in his ear, in order to muffle the booming sounds outside.

The rain began to fall heavily, the curtains of his room flying to deliver the wind from outside. Nadia and Zahira did not get out of bed. Hugging waiting for her husband who was somehow on the first floor of their house.

"Sir what are you doing in the kitchen? Aunty will bring her food to the room later," she cried in surprise when she saw Uncle Harits cooking dinner in the middle of the storm.

The man smiled, he had just finished his cooking and was about to take him to the room.

"It's okay, Bi. It's over." He glared without looking at Aunt's grimacing expression. Seeing the state of the kitchen, all the equipment scattered on the table. Not yet the food ingredients are splattered around every corner.

"He cooks or just wants to make the kitchen a mess?" A little murmur that was only heard by his ears.

"Did you hear that, huh? What if you hear it?" Aunt scratched her head before clearing things up as before.

The wind outside began to subside, and lightning began to be rarely heard. However, the rain still fell down heavily. Uncle Harith entered his room, smiling as his son and wife welcomed him.

"Look, Dad's here with us." As if understanding what his mother said, Zahira raised both hands asking for his father to carry. Uncle Harith put down the tray he was carrying, turned to lift Zahira and kissed her. The baby's laughter made the worries become a little unraveling.

Nadia noticed the cooking her husband made. His forehead is a little bit.

"Mas, is this fried rice?" Pointing food over the nightstand that was somehow what it looked like and looked like, "tumben Auntie cooked fried rice this night," he continued muttering. He scoops the rice and tastes it.

Uncle Harith with Zahira pegged, waiting for the reaction of the wife after tasting the food she made.

"It's not like Auntie's cooking, but it tastes pretty good. Did you make it?" His gaze turned to the man who was still unmoved in his place.

Nod her head into an answer. "Not good, huh? In fact, Mas made it with all the love in the heart of Mas, you know. Huh ...." He complains. Landing his ass in bed with his daughter.

Nadia chuckled, took one plate of hers and held the fried rice. He ate it again and again.

"Don't, who said it wasn't good? Next time, add a little more salt. It's delicious, Mas. Try to eat!" said Nadia while continuing to devour the fried rice.

Uncle Harith put Zahira by his side, gave the baby his toys before he took part. Eating it, he shrugged his shoulders. True, it does not feel bad, but it is also not as good as made by Aunt and her wife. It was simple enough to make them smile.

Days have passed, baby Zahira was no longer crying often. Only, when he heard a loud noise still often jumped in shock.

That day, Harith's uncle planned to come to them in bui. He went with Yoga with something in his hand for them to hand over to the police as evidence in the court later.

Uncle Harith met his two brothers after handing over the evidence to the police. Smiling greeted them, mocking their stupidity.

"Hallo, Brother! How does it feel to live in a bui? What's fun?" Uncle Harits making small talk.

"Fuck you, Harits! I'll make sure you'll regret it, Harits!" they still dare to threaten.

"If you approach one step, then I will run a thousand steps to get closer. Do you dare to threaten? I'll shut your mouth in court later. See you, Brother!" Uncle Harits actions really ignited the emotions of the two.

He turned away regardless of the swearing and scorn of those behind the bars. Unconcerned and kept leaving prison. It was nice to see the despair on their faces.