Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Behind Nadia's Silence

Nadia squeezed the phone in her grasp. Both of his jaws hardened after reading a message from his secretary. Nadia, who was standing at the window staring at the students and children in the foundation, chose to turn around and sit on the sofa.

He made a call to the secretary who had just sent him a message.

"Hallo, Win! What else this time?" nadia asked after her connection was lifted by the person across there.

[As usual, Mother. Payment again.]

The answer from across there made Nadia pause for a moment.

"You did what I told you to do, didn't you?" ask again to make sure.

[Already, Ma. Ten percent of the usual and the rest to a new one.]

Nadia breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Winda's reply. That's what he wanted.

"Thank God! I can calm down now. Thank you, yes, Win you and Rima have helped a lot. I will never know if you did not report to me" Nadia smiled with relief at having a reliable secretary and treasurer.

[Together, Mother. That also includes our responsibility to keep the trust from Mbak. Don't worry, Ma'am.]

Nadia smiled again, now her heart was relieved. One message he remembers, never think about something too deep because it can trigger stress and make your body drop. Nadia hung up the phone.

Luckily, he can still control his heart and can prevent unwanted bad things from happening.

He settles down on the sofa, his body is easily tired if only the doctor does not give him supplements to support his activities. Nadia is grateful there are children who sometimes help her clean the house.

"How can that be, O God! I don't know why it could be like that" he murmured softly. A few moments of laying down enough to make his strength recover.

Nadia went to the room continuing her sleep that was not on the sofa earlier. Comfortable and quiet without interruption.

In the afternoon, when Nadia was cool to teach children to make handicrafts to add to the existing collection. He had a location survey with his secretary some time ago. Determine where a strategic place opens a shop for children's businesses in the foundation.

Ain and Yuni had just gotten home, both of whom were seen walking with shopping bags in their hands. Nadia who heard the sound of laughter of Big Brother and her honeymoon sister, glanced at them.

They can laugh happily without remembering sins.

Nadia could still smile as Ain and Yuni turned to her. Unlike Ain who deliberately heated Nadia, Yuni quickly lowered her head after seeing Nadia smile. Shame mixed with fear, more shame.

Nadia nonchalantly returned to chatting with her foster children. With them Nadia will forget all the problems she faced. Laughing, chattering cheerfully, telling this story and it keeps his heart feeling happy and awake from spite.

"Well, Mother, our artificial flowers are many like this! When will the shop open, Bun? My friends have asked," cried one of the children who sat in the High School. He is the one who will enter Nadia into college after graduating later with another friend. He wants his foster children to get a proper education like other children who are more fortunate.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. Mother has rented her place, not far from the market and where young people gather. Mother will leave this effort to you, please develop and the results you can save for your education costs as well as your sisters later" said Nadia while holding the hands of the two teenagers gently.

Nadia rubbed her head. He smiled as their beads pointed at his.

"After this you will be their backbone. Mother does not know until when Mother can accompany you, for that before Mother leaves ... Mother wants you to have an effort to connect your life as well as the cost of education of all children here. Mommy also rented a shop beside her. Don't you like to cook? You can open a catering business or some kind of restaurant there-"

"Know help each other. You must be compact when Mother is no longer at your side, loving each other, loving each other, and respecting each other. Only you two hope Mother to keep and protect all the children here. Can you help Mother?" nadia again.

"Mother!" They were crying and hugging Nadia. They don't want to lose Nadia, they want their mother to be with them until they are truly independent. Stand on your own feet.

"Mother don't talk as if you're leaving us. We can't lose Mother, we want Mother to stay here" said one of them while crying sobbing.

"Mother must not go, Mother must remain here with us. We love Mother!" another sahut made Nadia unable to hold back tears.

They're my kids! They are my children, though none of them are born from my womb, but they are my children!

"You're all Mother's children!" Breaking Nadia's tears with her two foster children that afternoon. This is what it feels like to have a child, to be considered like their own mother. Nadia has everything. These children are his most precious treasure.

"G ... Mother forgot!" Nadia unravels the embrace she took something from the pocket of the dress she was wearing. Something for them.

"This, each one for you. Keep it well and use it if you have a need. You can also save money from your efforts later here, Mother deliberately make it for you." Nadia gave each of them a card.

In it there is money for the cost of their education as well as their needs when studying in college later.

"Mother, this is not necessary. We don't want it. All our needs have been fulfilled, we do not want this, Mother," said one of them refused the card in Nadia's hand.

He shakes bad. During this time Nadia has been so good at financing school as well as their living needs.

Nadia smiled, she grabbed the child's hand and clasped the card in her hand.

"The mother who wants. Mother does not want you to hesitate anymore when you need a fee for your school needs. Use well do not waste it for something else," said Nadia again.

He did the same thing to his other children.

"What about the brother-sister fee, Bun?" tanyakanya.

"You don't have to worry, I take care of them" he replied. The two hugged Nadia. Their unceasing gratitude for all the blessings God has given them through their Mother.

Nadia returned home with a feeling of relief. This time, he was helped by the children to take care of the house. Washing clothes and others they feel the need to do so for an infinite expression of gratitude.

The child is still a child. Even if she was not born from her womb, they were still her children. Which he must take care of well, and he loves with all his heart. Nadia will be in charge of them until death comes to pick them up. At least, his life was a little useful before death arrived.

He prayed fervently for forgiveness from Allah, the Most Forgiving. Ask for abundant sustenance for their foster children. The one he feared, when he went to the Lord later, his children were not in charge. He does not want them to be abandoned after his death. For that, Nadia makes savings as their provision in the future.