Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Father and Son

Zahira who was asleep, he fell asleep on the sofa. Nadia herself sat leaning against him with her spoiled husband. He could not move because the man dropped his head on Nadia's lap. She had moist hair, occasionally combing it with her fingers.

"Aw! You want to pull out Mas' hair? Slow down, baby!" sergeant uncle Harits when Nadia fad pull strong hair. He chuckled, a separate entertainment for him who felt bored.

The man closed his eyes calmly. Both hands folded on the chest, long legs dangling to the floor.

"You mimi, Mas? Uh. .. but no mimi for a big bearded baby. Sorry!" goda Nadia followed an annoying little laugh. The man was not disturbed at all. Only his lips formed a faint smile. Nadia is back.

"Mas, we'll take a picture before we go home, okay?" Nadia Pinta. Again no words were spoken, just sign language through a nod.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Master!"

The sound of knocking following the sound of Yoga made Nadia and uncle Harits both glance towards the door. Silent. Yoga waited for his master to say, and the man he was waiting for actually shut his mouth.

"Yoga, Mas" told Nadia when her husband was at the door.

"I know." He answered briefly before finally sitting down.

"Lake in!" The door opened after the words from him sounded. Yoga stepped in, just a few steps away from the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt your time, sir. Someone wants to meet you. He forced to meet," said Yoga lowered his head without daring to raise his face.

Uncle Harith flinched, brazing the gaze on the young man before him. Still not saying, pounding heart Yoga waiting for an answer.

"good. I know who it is." Sounds cold. Nadia who was sitting beside him brushed for a moment. She glanced at her husband, waiting to see who he wanted to meet.

Yoga bowed before going back out and in with three people who were no strangers to them. Nadia's forehead frowned, but did nothing. They were both waiting for what the three of them would say.

Uncle Harith lifted up his leg, and he put it on his other leg. Both of his hands stretched out on the back of the chair, next to which he used to embrace Nadia's shoulder, and the others were left free just like that.

His index finger tapped on the sofa driving away boredom because the three people did not speak. They locked their mouths with their heads down.

"All right!" Uncle Harith lowered his leg, "if there's nothing to say then I have to go." He was ready to leave the room.

The third man's reaction was made. They looked at each other regardless of Harith's careless uncle. His third face was flushed red, a feeling of panic and uneasiness was clearly visible on their faces.

"G ... Gentlemen, wait-wait!" Uncle Harith stared confusedly, his forehead furrowing until the base of his eyebrows were intertwined with each other.

He who had raised his buttocks, sat back down after the woman's voice was heard. Return to their original position, waiting for them to speak.

"good. Say it! My time is just a little bit" he said, looking at the clock coiled around his wrist.

"Dh-harith ... You know, the sins you have committed will not be forgiven. Maybe even to death, the sins will still haunt and become the most terrible grave torture for Dad. However, at least Dad was still given a chance to apologize and fix everything. Dad knows how shameless this old man is, come begging for forgiveness after everything he's done"

He fell to his knees before the son he had been living with. The two people behind him knelt down. Their cries accompanied the tears that continued to harden.

The man before them shook his eyes, he could not seem to look at the three men who were on their knees begging for forgiveness.

"But I'm not God! You should not beg for forgiveness from me. I am only human and have no God-like forgiving nature. It's just that someone said if God would forgive me why wouldn't I?"

His words paused, he folded both hands. His breath was wasted, spilling all the weight that was wrapped around his shoulders.

All three did not react, silent did not reply. Only their stuffing sounds echoing. Nadia did not interfere, she silently watched.

"But .. do you know how I can forget your treatment of me after I'm sorry?" The old man's face lifted. His wet manic met his son's property.

A round object protruding from his neck moved up and down, unable to answer what Uncle Harith asked.

"If any of you know, please tell me how? For me to completely forget everything, completely sincerely accept and forgive everything." He said again still with a bead that hit the old man in front of him.

"My wound, my mother's wound, my wife's wound .. how do I remove it? Will just apologizing and forgiving be forgotten? Guess didn't? Answer me, Daddy! Can I forget all that after I forgive you?"

Still throwing the same question at him. The old man's tongue was muffled, unable to answer. What kind of answer does the man want? No one knows because the wounds of the past are impregnated, forever will be stored in memory.

Nadia glanced at her husband, she knew in her heart, the man was harboring sadness. Her hand moved on its own, slipping her fingers on her husband's fingers. He held the hand without turning his face to his wife.

"Let's know, it's all unforgettable. It will always remain in memory. For that, I will go far away and will never again appear before you, son. With that, you'll never see Dad again. I deserve punishment, whatever you want to forgive me," said the old man after a long silence.

He lowered his head again, his cry became more and more. Uncle Harits did not blink looking at him. That's not what he wanted.

"Was Dad gone, my wounds can be healed? Is it with Dad no longer showing himself, that my bad memories will be wiped out? All that doesn't guarantee, Dad .. stay here, and show me that you've really changed. Hows it? Can you do it?" uncle Harits said, revealing his heart.

The old man was stunned, dumbstruck with great disbelief.

"W-What does that mean, you accept Dad?" his question was stammered, hope began to arise in his heart. Reunited with families who had been scattered.

"Yet. Depends on whether you fulfill what I want or not?" He leaned back on the chair, grabbed Nadia and pulled her to stick.

"Dad promised to do whatever it took to get you to accept Dad. Thank you, Son. Thank you!" Shining his old bead.

The woman's smile was welcoming as her husband turned his head. Proud and happy of course.

"Come, Dad. Don't you want to say hello to your son-in-law and grandson?" pinta's uncle Harits has left. The old man stood up, both of them approached and without hesitation Uncle Harith hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Dad." The man's cry broke out in the arms of his own father. Nadia's sweep calmed down her back.

He took off a hug, and let her greet Nadia as well as their daughter. The most precious thing in this world is to have a whole family and to accept each other.