Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Girl at the Funeral

A girl walks alone in a public cemetery. In her hands were two fresh and beautiful flowers. His clothes were all black until the veil he was wearing was in line with the color of his clothes.

A smile on his lips along the way to two tombs that he regularly visited. His steps stopped between the two tombs. Without opening the mask, he greeted the two.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dad, Mom. I'm coming again. Never tired of me visiting and definitely bringing stories for you guys." He crouched down, putting the flowers he carried over their belly button.

His hands reached into the bag, a bottle of mineral water he poured along their final resting place. He placed the bottle between the two. Smoke their tombstones and kissed them.

"Are you and Mom happy now? You have to be calm in your place because Nadia here is happy. She had a husband who loved her very much, looked after her, and certainly blessed her with all the love she had."

Both nets condensed. He dropped his head on the tombstone which he called Mother. Wiping it away, spilling the overwhelming longing for the presence of his figure.

"Did Mom know? Nadia now has a child, a beautiful little girl. You've seen it, haven't you? Nadia's mom always takes her when she visits Mom and Dad's house." She shed her tears until she fell on the tombstone.

He raised his head again, to the brim with water that continued to harden from his eyes. His lips smiled, remembering the good times he had with him first.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Sorry I didn't hear your ban. I'm sorry." Crying as much. His face lowered deeply, his hands busy wiping the water that was constantly falling on his cheeks.

"Here my mother forbade me to give it to Nadia's mother. In fact, I want to live a normal Madam Nadia back like other women who can make their husbands happy by giving offspring to complete their lives." He shuffled the liquid coming out of his nose.

His face looked up at the endless expanse of blue sky. Holding back her tears from falling. Sobbing sedan crying, back down gripping his mother's tombstone.

"I felt guilty when I saw Nadia dying. I've lost Mom, I don't want to lose Brother anymore. I'm sorry Mom, I just want Madam Nadia to live longer even with just one kidney. Please don't be mad at me Mom because I broke my promise to you."

The girl nodded, she dropped her forehead on the tombstone. Crying filled all the emotions in his heart.

"I promised Mom that I would live well even with the rest of my kidneys. As long as you know, I have no regrets about doing it. I'm really not sorry to have given one of my kidneys to Nadia because in the end, Nadia can live well and can be the perfect woman."

He smiled again, his hands alternately rubbing water on the cheeks. Her face turned cheerful, her embedded smile implying happiness.

"Did Mom know? They had even planned to give a sister to Zahira. They are impatient." He chuckles at the thought of Zahira, who is still a toddler, having a younger sister.

Without realizing it, two pairs of eyes were watching him. They hid behind a frangipani tree that grew shady in the cemetery.

The woman who peeked, none other than Nadia, cried as much as she buried her face on the chest of her husband's field. He smacked his chest and was upset with himself.

"Why did he do that, Mom? Why would he do that? Why is he so stupid as to give his life for me, Mas?" Nadia's crying broke. She gripped her husband's shirt firmly.

"I have to go there, I want to go there!"

"Where are you going, baby?" Uncle Harits kissed his head. Refraining himself from going to see the girl.

"I want to see him, Mas. I want to give him back. It's Mas's got him!" nadia exclaimed at the part of the abdomen where the woman's kidneys were embedded.

Nadia thrashed in the arms of her husband, not wanting to make a rowdy, Harith's uncle took her back to the car. He stopped visiting the tomb of his two in-laws because Nadia could not calm down and Zahira began to cry.

Nadia roared in the car, screaming to get out.

"Darling, do you want Zahira's trauma back?" The question sentence from her husband instantly made her speechless. Zahira's cry strengthened, she who was traumatized by loud noises continued to cry screams.

"Look! She cried because you were screaming nearby. Our daughter just got well. You should be able to refrain from shouting that loud what else is near Zahira. In addition to disturbing, what you do will certainly invite many people. Calm yourself, let's talk about this at home" uncle Harits said quietly.

He took Zahira from his mother's arms, rocked her while babbling this and that. Show anything that he finds interesting to see. However, the baby's cries did not subside. He fidgeted, turning to his right and left with his cheeks that had been soaked with tears mixed with sweat.

Nadia regretted, she covered her face before taking Zahira back. Stop and calm the baby. Aided by Harith's uncle Zahira, he gradually calmed his cries.

"We'd better go home. You can talk about this at home. Not here." Nadia nodded weakly, she resigned and according to despite being eager to meet the girl at the funeral.

Uncle Harits's car retreated and passed leaving the burial area with

a million mixed feelings and difficult to accept his heart. Nadia looked out the window, the girl was still there. Hugging his mother's tombstone.

Harits uncle's touch in his hand made Nadia turn her face away from the window. She glanced at her husband, the man nodding his head. His hands clasped Nadia's fingers all the way home.

While at the cemetery, the girl who made Nadia thrashing was still crouching between the two tombs. His head held up, he smiled. Swiping the two gravestones alternately before standing up.

"Dad, Mother. I say goodbye, next week I come again I will tell you how agile your grandchildren are. Pray for us here, Mom, Dad. Hopefully we can be useful for Nadia as well for ourselves."

He closed his eyes with both hands fixed on his chest, his lips twitching in prayer. In just a moment, he opened his eyes again and rubbed his hands on his face before saying goodbye.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

Both of his legs turned around, he was stunned to find someone standing behind him right. The girl gulped down the hard-earned saliva, nervous. Like a thief who is caught stealing something in the market.

"W-what?" Asked, his eyeballs were agitated. Fear, worry was clearly visible in his chocolate-colored sweets.

"Why did you do that?"