Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Nadias!

Yuni smiled strangely as she let go of Ikram and Ain. There was something he had planned and only he knew that even Ain who had brought him did not tell him. Yuni moved from the middle room to the kitchen door opposite the mosque bathroom door.

He was sitting by the window, not knowing what he was waiting for. The obvious twinkle in his eyes had already said another.

Ikram and Ain went to different places. Ain greeted the female worshippers and joined them. Chattering this and that without anyone daring to offend about Ikram remarrying.

The man went ahead, sitting in front of the male worshippers with the ustadz who were teaching in the hut. Afternoon studies began, a line of worshipers not only from the cottage area. The locals also attended to listen to the study.

Right in the middle of the event, Ikram began to fidget. Suddenly a sense of heat spread throughout his body. Rough sweat sprang up on the forehead and around the face. It extends directly to the neck and meets the back.

Oh my God, what is this? Why is my body suddenly hot like this.

The throat dries, the throat dries. He was thirsty, but not drinking. There is something deeper than just water. He downed the mineral water in front of him to the toilet, but still the heat and strange feeling he felt increasingly becoming.

Nadias!

His heart muttered to mention the name of his second wife. I don't know why Ikram suddenly wanted it. He turned around around her. Luckily the study has not yet entered into its core event.

Ikram called the ustad who was always his guardian when he could not fill the study.

"Ustadz, please replace me first. It seems I catch a cold, the body is not good," Ikram asked with a pale face and trembling lips.

"Good, Bi. Abi better get home and rest. Abi's face was pale, "he replied telling. Ikram patted his shoulder while glaring past him.

Strange lights spread to his brain. Nadia's face filled her mind. Loading in the eye pelupuk. Teasing him, waving his hand spoiledly calling him to match the friendly.

Ikram could not control himself, he rushed to the bathroom washing his face with water many times. Ikram take wudu, again and again. However, he could still feel it as well.

Nadias!

His heart repeatedly mentioned that name.

They need you!

He muttered again. Closing his eyes, his vision crossed the normal line. The mirage in front of him was real. Nadia lay on the bed calling herself.

"No! This can't happen. Oh, my God, what am I really doing?" murmured Ikram while rubbing his face with water.

Yuni, who had been sitting at the window waiting, hurriedly stood up as she looked at Ikram to the bathroom of the mosque. Yuni opened the door and stood waiting for Ikram.

Just as Ikram came out with a pale face, he immediately approached him.

"Mas, why?" ask her as if she cares about Ikram.

The man looked up and smiled. In his view Yuni was the figure of Nadia. Convinced by the typical 'Mas' call belonging to his second wife.

"He's dead!" call me Kram in a loud voice.

Yuni frowned dislike. The name also now annoys Yuni.

"I'm Yuni, Mas. Not Nadia," said Yuni while trying to grab the hand of Ikram.

The sharp eyes narrowed to ensure his vision so as not to recognize wrong again. Ikram was stunned as his eyes caught a foreign figure before him.

He's not Nadia!

"Don't touch me!" fierce as he stepped leaving the gaping Yuni. He who had prepared to wait for the arrival of Ikram, but Ikram still had consciousness so as not to make it drift away.

"Damn! Why is the influence of women so great for Ikram? I can't give up" Yuni grumbled with both hands clenched. Staring at the back of the Ikram who was getting away and lost at the gate of the foundation.

"Yun, what's wrong? Why are you here? You see Ikram?" reprimanding Ain who came out of the mosque when he did not hear the voice of her husband filling the recitation and the voice of other ustadz who replaced him.

Yuni who was cursing was surprised. He turned and fixed his face. Wondering inwardly did Ain hear his mutter earlier? I don't know.

"He went there!" His hand pointed at the foundation gate.

The veins on Ain's face hardened again. Furious in the heart even when studying Ikram remember Nadia. Sad mixed with disappointment, there is also anger and grudges that are getting smoldering. Threatening Nadia in the flames of anger that re-ignited.

He left without saying another word. Followed by Yuni who also left brought disappointment that mounted in the heart.

Nadia just returned from the Hospital with Ruby. The teenager immediately returned to his dorm to rest, while Nadia went to clean up.

He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel wrapped around his body and head. He rubbed his hair in front of the mirror unconsciously Ikram was looking at him hungry.

The feeling of heat and something that asks to be vented increasingly dominates Ikram while seeing Nadia who is wearing nothing but the towel.

Ikram still held back, his throat rose and down gulped saliva that felt difficult to flow. Sweat was rising, thirst was making him helpless.

Kram lost, the sense that made his head feel heavy and as if lost sense.

He came to Nadia who was still cool in front of the mirror. Hugging it from behind, made the woman flinch in shock at it.

"M-mas!" Touch-knock around the nape of his neck made the entire feather on his body bristled. Crash craze, what's up with it?

"Please, Nadia! Please Mas! They need you!" whispers in Nadia's ears. He gave a small bite to the woman's earlobe that had been flushed because of his actions.

Nadia hissed, something was roaring in her body. He squirmed as Ikram grew wild to touch his body. Throwing a towel wrapped around Nadia's body in any direction. He took her to bed and continued the game.

Nadia was enjoying despite being confused by the attitude of Ikram this afternoon. The man is different than usual. He did everything to make her completely satisfied.

Not enough one time, the sense is still asking Ikram to do it once again. The breath of the two hunted, that afternoon the heat struggle made Ikram and Nadia drift out of nowhere.

The cream collapsed beside Nadia, not forgetting she hugged the body and kissed Nadia's wet forehead. Red marks filled almost his entire body.

"thank you. Forgive Mas who does not know the time to ask for it, but Mas also does not know why suddenly Mas just want it. Forgive Mas, Nadia," said Ikram hugged Nadia's body.

"It's okay, Mom. It is my right and my duty to fulfill it. I'm happy ...." His words hang what further sentence Nadia will say, she herself does not dare to say it.

Asik hugged unwind after their fierce struggle in the afternoon.

"But you're completely different today. I didn't know you were good at it. Can I ask for it again next time?" goda Ikram who managed to make a red clover on Nadia's cheeks.

He did not reply, only hiding his face in the armpits of Ikram with a smile.

"Honestly, just this time Mas was satisfied to do it. Thank you once again," said Ikram sincerely. He kissed Nadia and hugged her body. The echo of the Maghrib Adhan ended their desolation. The call of God calls with sweetness.

Nadia cleans up again with Ikram who asked for it again.