Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Old Story of Nadia

(Side story' Nadia)

I'm not a good woman. When I was a teenager, I wasted my golden years. Go hang out with anyone and anytime. No matter how much time has passed, the important thing is that my heart feels happy.

Forgetting my obligations as a student, which should be studying diligently. I just spend it playing with my friends. Come to midnight parties held in the nightclub of the place full of activity.

The final class that I should have used well, learned to be able to graduate. All that I didn't do. Almost every night I hear Mom crying. Pray for this bad boy.

Is it possible that this is because I have never felt the education of a father? Mamah said, Papah left while I was still in the womb. Accidents. A teenager hit Papah to death.

Mamah was often overwhelmed to face my naughty. Plus the city of Jakarta that supports my mischief. The more days it becomes my brain. Go out for the night in sexy clothes that show all of my awrah with no strings attached to Mamah. I'm a really bad boy.

"Nadia! Are you doing as they do? Giving your crown to men who don't deserve it? Drinking and drinking with them? Please, Nadia! Enough, Son! Mamah does not want you to damage yourself, son," said Mamah who at that time caught me coming home late. With tears in her heart, Mom begged me.

I bowed without being able to say anything, unable to see his tired face every time I advised him. I didn't do it all, Mah! I swear! Mine's still sealed and intact. My stomach is also free of those illicit drinks.

Later that night, Mom asked me to move. Mamah sold all Papah treasures in Jakarta and went to Rangkasbitung. Opening sewing services in the house he just bought. Thanks to Mamah's sewing skills, Mamah was finally able to build her own convection factory. Everything was done from zero.

I was down for a while, not wanting to go to school and just staying in my room. The atmosphere of this small town is very different from the city I used to live in.

One morning, I overheard a radio. Wisdom lecture delivered by a young ustadz. Every word he said touched my heart. I, who was far from God and religion, felt slapped as a Muslim.

Listening to her lectures became a new routine for me. I never missed it. Morning and evening I always listen to his advice. I began to realize and began to learn to live as a Muslim. Learning to pray and teach, it is very late indeed.

Thanks to listening to ustadz lectures that I get guidance. Wanting to see what his figure is like, every Ramadan comes never absent to come to the Great Mosque every afternoon to listen to the lecture of wisdom delivered. Hoping to see what someone might look like who accidentally led me to my direction.

I even took down his phone number and I kept it well. Maybe one day I need to ask him something because the young ustadz allows anyone to ask through a short message.

That's why I realized that I had to move on with my life. Seeing Mamah struggling alone, I felt guilty. In the end I got my spirit back, I graduated with the best grades. Mamah sent me to study abroad as I wished. Designer school.

A few years living Abroad, I often do question and answer with the ustadz. One time he advised me to close my aura perfectly. I slowly put the hijab over my head despite the heat.

I helped Mamah manage the factory, and the young ustadz turned out to be Mamah's customer. I wanted to thank him, but I never had a chance to meet him. I fell back when the doctor sentenced me to kidney failure.

Those young ustadz lectures I still listen to. I also often contact him to ask questions about religious law. I'm back to getting enlightenment. Again thanks to his verbal knowledge.

I realized I shouldn't waste the time God gave me. Everything is already over. Rice has become porridge, this pain I have to bear. Be patient and patient in accepting God's test.

Until I was finally given the chance to meet her. The person who has been leading me all this time to the path of guidance. A figure I unconsciously admired for his skill in playing the word to lead me to the right path.

My heart was racing when I saw his face. Am I in love at first sight? My mind floated until I positioned myself as his wife. How lucky is the woman who became the wife of a young ustadz. He's handsome and charismatic. Also do not forget the sweet voice every time you speak. Would I be guilty if I loved her?

He is a married man and has been blessed with children. I only admired her figure even though it was in my heart to be willing to be his second wife, but I never expected her to come to propose to me. I just admire in silence without anyone else knowing.

However, everything changes when Mamah says that the young ustadz came to propose. Hope in the heart came again despite the fear of his wife joining into one.

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Nadia ends the story with a deep regret. At first he thought marrying Ikram would bring him closer to God without hurting anyone else's feelings. However, no matter how verbally said, still the pain will be in the heart.

"I'm sorry, brother. I should have thought again about being his wife. All of this was unexpected to me. I didn't even meet him when he came to propose to the house." Nadia looked at Ain regretfully.

"I'm not a good woman like Brother. I'm a naughty teenager who got her guidance through the sister's husband's mouth. I never expected destiny to take me as his wife" Nadia said, bowing her head.

He rubbed the corner of his watery eyes, his heart ached as he imagined what if he was in the position of Ain who was being fed without any flaw in him. However, Nadia kept her illness hidden from Ain. There was no way he would reveal everything to Ain.

"There's still time to fix everything. You are still young and can still find your own way because you have not been given offspring. As for Big Brother, there are already three people who burdensome step Brother to make a decision. You understand, don't you?" sahut Ain while rubbing Nadia's hand gently.

The words Ain spoke made Nadia stunned. However, he remained ordinary and understood what his words meant.

"I understand, brother, but I'm not in control. All control is with our husbands. If Big Brother can ask her to let me go, I will gladly leave your lives because after all I have no reason to ask for a divorce. At least for now" said Nadia after strengthening her heart to express its contents. Let him give in, if Ikram later divorces him he will accept it with all his heart.

Ain was stunned to hear Nadia's speech. He thought Nadia would still maintain her marriage, but the woman straightforwardly said her sincerity. They were silent until Nadia's phone rang.