Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Is This Punishment?

A month had passed, and during that time the Kram had not revealed the trunk of his dagger in Nadia's house. It had been three nights that she should have spent with her husband, but the man never came.

That night, he stood behind the front window of his house. Stare directly at the mosque where all the residents of the cottage will scatter out to return to their respective places.

He could still see clearly despite the distance, unlike the house Ain occupied which was closer to the mosque. With a longing heart, Nadia stared at the door of the mosque. From there Ikram will appear, hoping that tonight he will come to his house to pay his inner living to Nadia as his second wife.

One by one they began to appear, he was getting closer to the window to confirm his vision. His right hand gripped the window pole tightly. Hope to be anxious waiting for the Kram to come out.

"Hopefully tonight, Mas Ikram remembers his duty," he murmured softly. He bit his lower lip holding back the nervousness and uneasiness that struck. Tomorrow is the schedule for her to do the dialysis.

Nadia was struck with teary eyes when she saw the Ikram walking out of the mosque with Ain holding hands. They laughed together and looked happy. Ikram did not even glance towards his house.

Did Mas Ikram forget here there is still another wife waiting for his arrival?

Nadia closed the curtain, turned around and leaned against the wall holding the pain in her heart. He closed his eyes, a drop of water fell down his cheek.

Maybe it's a punishment from Mas Ikram because I've left without his permission.

With a hunk in his chest, he decided to go to the room maybe in the dreamland there he could forget for a moment the nagging taste in his chest.

However, a few steps of his feet swinging a knock at the door managed to publish his smile and sow flowers in his heart.

"Mother, assalamu'alaikum! Mother!" Hearing that voice, his heart returned to pain. He thinks the Ikram is coming, in fact it is one of the children of the foundation.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" He came back to the door and opened it. Nadia's eyes rounded immediately when she saw one of the children she cared for standing in front of the house crying.

"Lho, honey, what's wrong? Why are you out at nights like this. You should have slept instead of wandering like this," said Nadia while crouching in front of him. He gently rubbed both arms of the boy.

"Mother ...," He hugged Nadia. The crying became more in his arms.

"Cup .. cup .. don't cry anymore! Tell me, Mother, who has corrupted you?" nadia said as she rubbed the boy's back which shook.

He shook his hands that were coiled around Nadia's neck, the tighter it felt. Nadia could feel the fear in her.

He carried a child of Bilal's age into the house. Closing and locking the house and taking it to the room. They lay together, the boy even hugged Nadia like he was hugging a mother. Patiently Nadia calmed down while rubbing her back.

Slowly his crying subsided, he looked up at Nadia's face above him. Her tiny hand was raised and placed on the woman's cheek. Nadia smiling. Swabbed Nadia's cheeks while looking at every curve of the woman's face that he had considered his mother. It was as if he was going to lose his figure for good.

Nadia rubbed her hair, dyed her forehead, while continuing to smile calmed her down.

"What's wrong? Are you dreaming?" nadia asked softly.

"Mother! Mother won't leave us, will she? Mother will always be with us, right?" the tananya was soft and vibrating.

Nadia was stunned to hear it.

"Of course, honey. You are Mother's children, there is no way Mother will leave you," replied Nadia continued to smile because the child's face still looks anxious.

"But I dreamt many times that Mother was sick and would leave us. Mother ... don't go! Don't leave us!" he said while immersing his face in Nadia's chest.

"Mother don't go! Mother don't leave us!" her door again cried in the arms of the motherly woman.

Nadia regained her senses, she rubbed the boy's hair and hugged him back. Smell the boy's head with a sore heart.

Mother does not know until when Mother will accompany you. One that Mother wants, you live worthily and happily. There is no hope other than to see you smile. My kids!

Perih was unbearable when the shadow of the Angel Izrail came to take his life, while the children he cared for still desperately needed his embrace. Nadia shed tears, but rubbed them quickly.

"Mother"

"Yes, honey. Mother will remain with you. Now, you have to sleep because it's late" said Nadia. The child's embrace really made her feel like a mother.

Is this what it feels like when we have a child? Thank you, O God. I was presented among them. They're my kids.

Nadia closed her eyes. No matter what happens to Ikram who doesn't come to visit his house. The presence of the child made Nadia realize that there are more need and she also needs it than just the inner living of Ikram.

The two slept until dawn came. Nadia and the little girl performed two rakaat services together at her home. This morning he did not go to the house of Ikram because he had to prepare to do dialysis.

"Darling, have breakfast! Mother has prepared," asked Nadia to the child who sat in front of the television at her home. He nodded and followed Nadia to the dining table. Nadia picked him up breakfast just as he was about to sit down and someone knocked on his door.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Nadia Maam! Ma'am!" Mother's voice sounded panicked.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" Nadia opens her door and is greeted by an uneasy look from the nanny's mother.

"What's up, Mom?" nadia asked with both ends of her eyebrows linked together.

"Anu, Ma'am. There's one missing child. He's not in his room. We've been looking everywhere, but he's not anywhere. How's this, Ma'am?" report the nanny's mom almost cried.

Nadia laughed at seeing him. "Kok, laugh, Mommy? Mom, mah, this panic again," she said unhappily.

"The child you're looking for is having breakfast inside. Last night he came crying and stayed here" Nadia explained.

The nanny's mother rubbed her chest in relief. "Alhamdulillah! He must be dreaming again. Almost every day he said to Mother that he dreams Mother is sick and will leave her. In fact, it was just a dream," said the mother caregiver while looking at Nadia who was smiling.

The child left Nadia's house with the nanny's mother after finishing her breakfast. Nadia was preparing to go to the Hospital, she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the flat object in her hand.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Ma! I'm leaving for the factory, please get permission.]

Nadia asked for Ikram's permission through a message. He was never absent to ask the man's permission every time he left.

Again Nadia had to swallow the bitter disappointment. One minute, two minutes, half an hour, and up to an hour of waiting for Ikram never reply to his message. It's always like that. Nadia sighed, took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.

"Patience, Nadia! Accept your punishment!" mumbling cheers. He put the phone in his bag and prepared to leave after booking the online taxi he used to use.

Masks and glasses he never miss when traveling. It was unexpected that a pair of eyes were staring at him from behind a window.