Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Wedding Invitations

"How about Rima we get a match?" Mom took out her advice. Nadia was silent with her husband. His eyes glanced at the man who was holding Zahira beside him.

"Who?" Ask after thinking long enough. The man did not seem to be interested in their conversation. He was indifferent and continued to play with his son dolls.

"Sepentar .. It looks like I have an acquaintance, I'll find out first." Mother gawked away after saying that, I don't know what the old woman would do. But his face looks bright today. He immediately turned around without hearing Nadia's words.

"Mas, about who will Mother match with Rima? You know what not?" She inched closer to her husband and placed her cheek on his arm.

"Mmm .. Maybe the next-door neighbor's son, Mas often saw Mom talking to him. He said his son was a soldier stationed outside the city. Nine months later he'll be back." He did not even look at all just continue to play Zahira's doll.

Nadia pondered, weighing how a soldier was. "What's wrong?" Uncle Harith clasped his fist, hiding it in his armpits. Nadia thrashed and broke away.

She stared intently at her husband, chuckling the man felt funny with the expression on his wife's face.

"Pity Rima if married to him, the soldier often left and rarely at home. What if he was abandoned, he would be alone. Especially when later pregnant, she will not be able to accompany Rima during childbirth when she has to fulfill a duty call," said Nadia.

He bit his finger, thinking about the male criteria for Rima. Maybe he fits. The weak rhymes would be protected by him, but returned to the task of a soldier who rarely settled in the house. Rima will often be alone, lonely will be his friend every day.

"It could be that he cheated on her or remarried maybe at her place of duty. I don't want that to happen to my sister. He should have a faithful husband and should not abuse him. Rima must be the only wife for her husband. Mas, why do I feel uneasy about Rima, huh? He's plain." Nadia spilled out all the feelings that were plucked in her heart.

Nadias. Nothing has gone to his mind. The woman punched her husband's arm softly as the sound of weirdness sounded. He grunted annoyed. However, the man just hugged her in an anxious embrace.

"That you, they met just haven't thought a no-no. Not necessarily they agree, right? Don't burden her too much, if they agree to get married, let it go. They can judge for themselves what's best for them" Harits' uncle said in response.

Nadia fell silent, she was already too emotional to hear the news. He wanted the best for his two brothers. Including in choosing a mate.

The sound of knocking on the main door caught the attention of the two.

"Let me!" hatch Uncle Harits when he saw Nadia who was about to move. He stood up after putting Zahira on the floor, approaching the main door. However, it was preceded by Aunt who swiftly opened the door when she heard a knock.

Seeing her Master, Aunt took a step closer. In his hand a flat object he held.

"What is that, Bi?" uncle Harits asked after standing face to face with Aunt. The old woman looked at what was in her hands.

"There's a letter, sir. The gatekeeper took him." Aunt handed him the letter in her hand. He turned around and went back.

He had a letter in hand, wrapped neatly in brown paper. In front of him is written Mr. Harith of Ikram in Rangkasbitung. He smiled, but his forehead crept. Why did he send her a love letter?

"Who, Mum? What'sthat?" Nadia asked her husband. He received a brown envelope from Harith's uncle and opened it slowly after reading who the sender was.

"Why else would he send a letter to Mas? Is there something between you that I don't know?" Her eyes squeaked suspiciously at her husband who was back playing with Zahira.

"Just open up, baby. Why suspect your own husband?" kilah uncle Harith just briefly glanced at his wife. Nadia's hand was busy opening the letter. Curious to know what the man said in the letter to her husband.

"Does he need any more help? Why is it still so troublesome. I don't want to be involved with their families anymore. Why send a letter?" Nadia grumbled as long as she opened the letter.

The wrinkles on his forehead formed as little by little the brown paper showed what he wrapped.

"Pink? Invitation?" He flipped the letter reading the name of the bride on it. Nadia closed her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened in disbelief at the name she was reading.

"What's wrong? Whose wedding? What Ruby?" fawning Uncle Harits when he saw Nadia's expression that was surprised instead of playing. The woman turned her head without removing her hand from her mouth. He nodded slowly still with the same expression.

"Why are you surprised? What's wrong? He is an adult, it's only natural that he is married" said uncle Harith who was amazed to see his wife's reaction.

Nadia did not say, she lowered her hand slowly, giving the invitation letter to her husband. The man's forehead creased when he saw it.

"Waw .. This is awesome. Wanna come? It's up to you. If you want to go, we go. I was shocked" he said, chuckling.

Not with Nadia. I don't know what he feels, for sure his heart can't let go. Going back to destiny, it is not the will of man. Who is in control of the lives of all beings, He is the All-Powerful, whose destiny cannot be changed if it has already happened.

"Yes .. because we are invited then, we must come. I just wanted to see what they were like now," Nadia broke up after weighing in. Apparently curious too his heart wanted to know their situation.

She had already forgotten her little girl, the angel had been in her place quietly. She became one of the flowers in heaven, waiting for her parents at the door of heaven to be reunited.

"Ready!" uncle Harith exclaimed as he raised Zahira's hand upwards.

"Mas, I want to go to Mamah and Papah's tomb. We haven't visited them in a long time. Mumpung Mas at home, we go there, yuk!" Nadia bleaches. His heart suddenly felt homesick for Sarah.

The man rubbed his wife's head down, he moved and pulled Nadia's hand to move immediately. Nadia smiled, stood up excitedly, taking over Zahira from her father's sling. What's up there? Why did he want to come to the tomb?

Late in the afternoon, the weather was not so hot. It was a little cold because the sun was no longer at the top. The car slowed down as it entered the burial area, both getting down and walking under the shade of the umbrella the man was holding.

However, his second step stopped when he found a figure who was solemnly crouching between the tombs of the two. That was not what stunned them, but what he muttered instantly shook Nadia's heart.