Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Resolving Problems

After doing her routine activities, Nadia took the time to come to the factory. Checking directly the condition of his convection factory which has lately been flooded with orders.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mah!" greet Nadia when she sees Sarah in the office.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, darling. How you doing, son?" return Sarah hugging and kissing her only child.

"Alhamdulillah, fine, Mah. How's the factory doing? I haven't been visiting for a long time" he asked, sitting on the sofa in the office.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. Ever since you took care of those kids, orders at the factory have always been abundant. Is this not what you want? You want to meet all their needs including their education, and Allah eases the way. Grateful, Son. Do not be kufur," said Sarah while reminding her son.

"Thank God, O Allah. Yes, Mah. This is their sustenance" said Nadia full of haru.

The two engaged in a chat about the condition of their convection factory. Nadia even went to her employees and greeted them all.

"This is an order from the city of Tangerang, uniforms for factory workers," explained Sarah showing a uniform order that was being made by employees.

"God, Alhamdulillah. Hopefully it can be useful for everyone," greeted Nadia gratefully.

He returned to the office after checking the state of the factory. Seeing employees who are passionate in work, he feels happy. It means they are not burdened with orders that are always abundant. That includes their sustenance because they will get extra money according to the number of orders.

"Well, Nadia's home, yeah. It's late in the afternoon" said Nadia after the employees' home hours.

"Yes, honey. Careful, need Mama inter?" sarah's bargain was answered by Nadia's head.

"No need, Mah. Nadia came home in an online taxi only," he said. He said goodbye to Sarah and the other employees. Bring a pack of rice for him to eat. The same food as his employees eat at the factory.

The car arrived faster. Not wanting to delay any longer, he immediately boarded it.

A tired Nadia went straight to her house, without buying anything else. He walked slowly entering the gate, the condition of his body that was sick made Nadia easily feel tired.

He unlocked the house, and immediately entered without checking the condition of his house. Lock it back up because Nadia doesn't plan on going out again after that. He turned and was shocked.

"Astaghfiullah! My mother!" he strangled while jumping backwards to hit the door. Ikram stood silently inside his house, waiting for Nadia's arrival with a tense face impressed cold.

He rubbed his chest while upholding his body. Nadia approached her husband and kissed the man's hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas," he said.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" sahut Cold cream. Nadia, who wanted to release her hand, was held tightly by Ikram. It's been a long time since Ikram did not touch the once soft skin now feels a little rough.

Nadia raised her gaze with twitching eyebrows. Ikram brazed the gaze on the hazel bead belonging to his second wife, looking for honesty and lies through the look of his eyes.

"What's up, Mom? Why look at me like that, Mom?" asked Nadia innocently. She had no idea what had happened to her husband.

"Where have you been?" her cold tan her gaze pierced Nadia's bead.

"Lho, this morning instead of me sending the same message Mas if I go to the factory today," replied Nadia casually. Ikram tighten his grip, he seems to not care Nadia will feel pain because of it.

However, the woman before him did not display an expression of pain. Frowning, or grimacing, Nadia simply held it all down by biting the flesh of her inner lips.

"Who are you going with?"

"Oh .. that's an online taxi, Mas. Grants ... I know, don't you, grab?" nadia replied again still relaxed despite the view Ikram intimidated her.

"He's dead!" Ikram growled in annoyance. The anger he held, he almost overflowed if his heart did not say istighfar.

"You know, don't you? A woman who has married illegally has sex with ajnabi men?" press Ikram without letting go of his hand.

"Then why did you do it?" Crushing jaws hold back the upset.

"Do what, Mom?" Nadia asked confusedly. As he remembered, he had never been alone with men in a deserted place except when he met Rai and it was in the crowd by accident.

"Astaghfiullah! You were alone with the man in the car, Nadia!" furious Ikram. She thought Nadia was pretending to forget this morning.

He was silent thinking, as he remembered there was no man in the car he was riding in.

"Don't you mean, the cab driver?" her question held a smile on her lips. Ikram frowned, not answering because what Nadia asked he himself knew the answer.

"That's a girl, Mas. The online taxi that I ordered was the driver of a woman not a man" Nadia continued with a faint smile. Holding back amusedly seeing Ikram behave as he is today. Is he jealous?

"Really?" break the Ikram quickly.

Nadia was impatient. "Yes, Mas. Why am I lying, no use" said Nadia smiling wider.

Judging by Nadia's always sweet face, he never surly face even though Ikram rarely come to visit.

"But what Mas saw was he was a man" Ikram insisted again.

Nadia nodded her head in understanding.

"Oh, so this morning I went? Why don't Mas just come so Mas can see for himself if the taxi driver is female. She likes to wear hats and glasses and dress up like a man. Women, Mas .. women," explained Nadia again still put a smile on her lips.

"Do you have to believe?" The rapids began to doubt.

Nadia reached into her bag, she took out her cell phone and thrust it on the Ikram.

"It! Check my order history, see if the driver is male or female?" tell Nadia while giving her phone to Ikram.

Without taking off Nadia's hand, Ikram grabbed his wife's phone. Checking in detail, her face flushed red as she found what Nadia said was true.

"Well ... Really, right? Women are not men" Nadia teased shortly after Ikram handed her his cell phone again.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Mas is only afraid that Mas's wife can not keep her marwah because of her sin will Mas who bear. After all Mas also did not want to be a dayyuts," regrettable Ikram softened his gaze and grip his hand.

"Dayyutus? What is it, Mas?" nadia asked curiously confused and curious.

"Dayyuts was a man who let his wife be visited by another man who was not his mahram. And such a man is haram smelling the smell of heaven" Ikram replied making Nadia shudder in horror.

Misunderstandings between the two can eventually be resolved without necessarily any debate and disagreement. Nadia's attitude that remains gentle and patient as well as the smile that adorns her face makes Ikram's heart feel calm.

Kumandang adzan Maghrib stopped the two from standing in the living room of the house.

"Jamaah prayer, yuk!" take Ikram, he plans to stay at Nadia's house that night. To fulfill her duties as husband and to give Nadia as wife.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm free. Sorry, yes," Nadia regretted with an unpleasant face.

Ikram sighs lethargic, the plan to make love with young women failed because Nadia was being sealed by her monthly guests.

"Sorry, Mas. Just this afternoon he came." Nadia hugged Ikram to calm her husband. He also did not refuse to want an inner living from Ikram. Waiting for three days, the man did not come. And tonight when he comes they must fast.

Be, Ikram goes to the mosque himself and Nadia cleans up.