Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Donor Girl

Under the beauty of twilight violet, orange color is studded in the sky, the sun slowly cleaved, back to the contest. Darkness began to creep over the earth, hiding daylight, covering the sun.

However, the two girls still clashed at the funeral. Facing each other with a view. The girl dressed all in black there, lowered her face deeply. Hiding the shock his heart was feeling.

He plays it his fingers, sometimes biting his own lips suppresses the nervousness and fear that haunts him. While the other girl, nailed the gaze with her face that was flushed red. Both hands were clenched, the entire taste in his chest churning overflowing.

He was waiting for the answer to the question he asked. Not blinking his eyes at the figure in front.

"Why are you here?" After a moment of silence, the girl in black clothes let out her voice. He dared to raise his face with her.

"Why? You ask why? Who lay there was also my mother! The woman who took care of me, you ask me why am I here? Just like you, visit him." The firey girl replied. So excited, the liquid from his mouth even gushed out and splashed the face of the girl before him.

He sat down and looked back down, wrong question. His chest was pounding incoherently. He moved his legs about to leave, but the hand of the girl who had just arrived was quick to block him.

"Say! Why are you doing that?" A question that had not been answered before, he asked again. The girl in black clothes pulled back to face.

Their manic met, not anger, but disappointment and sadness as well as regret that appeared in his eyes.

"W-did you hear that?" Instead of answering, he asked for time.

"I heard it, I heard it all. I heard clearly what you said just now. Why are you doing that?" His voice weakened, water began to trickle from where he fell on the cheek.

The all-black dressed girl lowered her head back, she let out a long sigh suppressing the sense in her heart.

"If you hear that, please don't tell Nadia. Don't let me know I did it. I'm afraid Mbak hates me, I'm afraid Mbak is mad at me. I don't want Ma'am to know that I donated a kidney for him. Please, don't tell me the same, Mother." He held both of his sister's hands.

His eyes lit up begging him to keep a secret that he had been alone. The girl fluttered, before long she hugged him. Crying under the orange sky that afternoon.

"At least you said it to me, don't keep it alone. Mother did forbid us, but I can't see Mbak dying either." Vibrating voice. He tightened his embrace, spilling out the overflow of feeling his heart felt.

"If I told you, you would do it, wouldn't you? You always thought I was weak. In fact, I don't feel that way. I've been fine until now" he said no less trembling.

The crying of the two broke out accompanying the loss of the sun from the throne. For a long time the two hugged each other, spilling every sense that shook their hearts until unconscious darkness had come to swallow the light.

The two took off hugs, throwing smiles at each other before turning to the two tombs they frequented.

"We're saying goodbye, Mom, Dad. Assalamu'alaikum!" Their legs swung together leaving the cemetery to return home.

"You want to keep this a secret from Mbak until when? He should know too." One of them opened the discussion.

His breathing was very long and repeated. He looked at the car window, the lights on the street dancing beautifully.

"I don't know, what I want Mbak not to know about this his whole life. Let Mbak not know that my kidneys are in his body" he said softly. Supporting his chin with his hands, looking at the rows of shops decorated with flickering lights.

"Alright, but ... What if you already know about this? Are you going to confess?" Ask again to read the possibilities. Again a long breath sounded from his direction.

He decided to look, turned forward while leaning his head against the chair.

The girl smiled, this will be the secret of the two of them alone. If, someday Nadia knows about this, then it is her right to know who the donor who has been willing to give her kidney.

"All right, I'll support you. I'll help you if you get angry later." He smiled at the same smile.

The car drove normally, leaving a trail amid the hustle and bustle of humans who loved to enjoy the night world.

"Would you eat first? We can stop by the usual food stalls we eat," the driver bargained with him.

"Mmm .. I guess I'm hungry too. The long crying near Mom made me miss Mom's cooking." Smiling his lips though his heart ached withstanding longing. However, no matter how heavy the miss, it would still not be cured because he had departed from this world.

Their car pulled over in the parking lot of a food stall, filling the stomach for a moment before returning home.

While at home, Nadia waited impatiently for her two sisters to come home. He walked in front of the main door of the house. Zahira had fallen asleep before she decided to come down to wait for the two.

"Over so long they!" His tongue was clucking over and over. Both hands were clenched and clapped at each other. Replacing positions many times, leaving the waist, biting the fingernails while going back and forth like an iron.

"Darling! Sit down, calm your heart first. They're definitely home, and it's not their usual hour yet, is it?" Uncle Harith turned his head, tired of himself seeing the behavior of the wife who could not be silent from earlier.

"Can't, Mom. They should have gone home. Don't they know I'm waiting for them? Why don't you just close the button and go straight home." Grumbling again and again. Upset not playing, wanting to cry can't.

Uncle Harith sighed, he was unmoved in his seat while watching his wife's behavior.

"Don't scold her, maybe she has a reason to do that? He loves you very much, Nadia," Harits' uncle recalled.

"I know, Mas. Which I don't think of why-"

His words came to a halt as the roar of the car rang out in the courtyard of the house. Before long, the laughter also spread faintly into the ears.

"That's them!" Nadia prepared at the door with both hands ruffled around her waist. Uncle Harith was on standby, watching what his wife would do.

The door opened slowly, wide and did not restrict them. The two girls were stunned when their heads were raised, Nadia's bright red face that was welcoming.

Rima and Winda turned to each other, both of them sipped saliva even though it was difficult to do. Think, what their mistake this time.

"M-mbak-"

"Why did you do that? Why would you do that? Why are you hiding it from Mommy?!" The firey one-bred woman evaporated her emotions. He walked quickly to one of them. Hitting his sister's arm was upset, but quietly. Didn't mean to hurt them.

"Why did you do it? Why are you doing it?" Nadia broke into tears, her body weakened, hugging one of her sisters.

"Mr?"

"Why did you do it? Why are you doing it?" The crying became more and more, but the tongue was just a hoax.

Uncle Harith came closer.