Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Reminds

During the three days of treatment, Nadia and Ikram also accompanied. Sometimes with Bilal and Nafisah because Ain was preoccupied by stores that began to be flooded with buyers as well as plans with Yuni of course.

The two children he should have noticed, now feel distant with his own mother. Ain would only prepare breakfast for them without accompanying. He is always busy with himself. Go shopping with Yuni also to the salon for self-care.

"Pig! Mother!" welcome the two as soon as Ikram's car enters the gate. They knew inside there was Nadia with the child who was admitted to the Hospital.

Bilal and Nafisah welcomed the two happily. They saluted and went to the foundation to bring the child who had just come out of the Hospital.

"Why are you so happy?" nadia asked as the two continued to cling onto her body. He smiled in surprise because it was not usual for Bilal and Nafisah to be excessive as it is today.

They just stared at each other, chuckled small and shook their heads. This adds to the confusion in Nadia.

"Mother, hungry?" chirps Bilal approached Nadia who was making coffee for Ikram.

The Ikram that was sitting with Nafisah turned his head while frowning in wonder.

"You haven't eaten yet? Where are you guys going?" tanya Ikram was confused.

He glanced at Nafisah, his youngest son even shook his head not knowing.

"She said she was going to the store this morning, Bi. Umi has not cooked he said no time, there are many orders in the store," replied Bilal from the kitchen.

Athaghfirullah!

Ikram said in his heart. Feeling Ain was already far away from the children. He was not even seen coming to the Hospital to visit their foster children or accompany Nadia.

"It's okay, maybe Umi is busy. Let Mommy cook first, yes," said Nadia, stroking Bilal's hair and asking him to join Ikram.

Without thinking about what Ain was doing, Nadia struggled with the kitchen utensils in her home. Cooking with ingredients at home. Saute kale, fried tempeh, tomato sauce, and cucumber lalap. Do not forget the fried fish he served to both children Ikram.

Tomorrow, he has to go back to the hospital to do the dialysis again. It feels tired to have to go back and forth the Hospital just to connect life. If the donor can be obtained easily, as easy as flipping the palm he no longer needs to do routine blood washing and can live normally like other women.

However, again whatever he is going through at the moment he should be grateful for. The past makes lessons, and the future must be faced no matter what happens. What is done today will be done in the future.

Nadia serves the food she cooks at the dinner table. Eat it together with gratitude.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother!" Ruby's voice stopped their activities from bribing the rice. Nadia opened the door and invited him in.

Ruby also experienced Ikram his two younger siblings.

"Ruby to the house, but no one. Where's Umi going, Bilal?" ruby asked to glance at her sister who resumed eating.

"Mom go, Brother. He said there were a lot of orders in the store" Bilal answered exactly as he answered on Ikram.

Ruby let out a disappointed sigh, she felt that Ain was already distant and busy with his own life. I don't know what he's doing?

"Here, eat first! Maybe Umi is having a lot of orders. Always think well, never get bad," Nadia said she did not want the children to be so bad to their own mother.

Which favor of God do you deny, Nadia!

He cried out in his heart.

The creeping night presented boundless darkness. Ikram, Nadia, and their three children simultaneously perform three rakaat worship in the mosque. Three days was enough for Nadia to be with Ikram. He never wanted to be greedy by asking for more time.

Nadia went back to her house alone. He took the time to come to the foundation to visit the child who had just come out of the Hospital. His condition has improved, he has even played with his friends.

Ikram brings his two children home, while Ruby returns to the dormitory. He looks more moody, after listening to the stories of his two quiet sisters Ain who is always busy with his affairs.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Ikram and his three children.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" Ain welcomed from the house wearing his face.

"Umi, when is Umi coming home?" bilal asked as he greeted Ain who was standing in the doorway.

"Just now, son. Sorry, yes. Umi was late to go home again, because the order at the store was very crowded. The buyers are also many," said Ain. He rubbed Bilal's hair gently.

Bilal entered the house followed by Nafisah after greeting Ain. Sitting in front of the television watching their favorite shows.

"It looks like the store is very busy, huh, Mi? How's he doing?" tanya Ikram while embracing Ain's shoulder and taking her to the room.

"Yes, Bi. Thank God, today's buyers are so crowded. Umi and two people who worked until overwhelmed serve. Maybe it's sustenance, yeah, Bi." Ain put his hands around Ikram's waist. Walking together as a harmonious husband and wife.

"Thank God, then. Do not forget to set aside for the children in the foundation, there is their right in the money we get," Ikram recalled with a smile looking at Ain.

"Yes, Bi. Umi has been cut for them. Oya, Bi, the stock in the store is running low. Abi can ask Nadia to send stock again, right?" tanya Ain told Ikram.

"Mmm .. Let Abi come to the factory later. All you need to go to Rumah kyai Sahroni," said Ikram, which is owned by Ain.

"You want to make coffee?" haggard Ain after being in the room.

"Can." Ikram sat his body on the edge of the bed. Waiting while opening a book and reading it. Ain came to bring him a cup of coffee.

"How's his son doing?" He landed his body next to Ikram.

"It's healthy, Alhamdulillah. Oya, Mi, don't spend too much time outside. Pity the children if they are often left behind, or just take them to the store. Nadia was not always at home, she had to take care of the factory because her mother was sick," said Ikram. He rubbed Ain's hand gently and looked at her warmly.

Ikram wants Ain not to be too preoccupied with the world to forget his duty as a mother to children.

"I'm sorry Umi, Bi. Athaghfirullah! Umi almost got washed away. Thank you for reminding Umi," said Ain felt guilty about her lately busy self. Inwardly sighing, having just enjoyed the world outside of Ikram had already reminded him again.

Ikram smiled and hugged Ain, he also kissed the top of his head did not want Ain to feel depressed with his words earlier.