Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Quarrelling

When the night was quiet, Nadia pensive alone. Think about what he will do for the next day. Look at the sky filled with stars. Beautifully studded adorn the night horizon.

In this place, in this seat, he had once felt a warm embrace of Ikram. The man who became her husband was also the husband of two other women. At that time, his love was so great for the man that to think of the word separation he did not dare.

Nadia smiled, at the moon and the stars dancing with the clouds. In the past, the handsome face of charming men always appeared from behind a dark cloud. Smiling at him as if greeting his lonely heart.

But now all that is gone. Faded with the taste he kept. Nadia survives not for herself, not to beg for her love. He just wanted to linger taking care of the children he cared for. Just hang. Nadia has done something for them.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

The sound of knocking on the front door disturbed his daydream. It had to move. She tightened the thick jacket that wrapped her body while walking to open the door.

"Mas!" His forehead twitched when he saw Ikram standing outside the house with a cold and flat face.

Ikram did not say, he pulled Nadia's hand and brought her in. Nadia's face was still pale in sight, but Ikram did not care. His anger overflowed when he remembered the woman who had left the house without his permission.

"What's up, Mom?" nadia asked after Ikram threw her on the sofa.

The man was still standing with a glint of visible anger. Nadia waited, staring fearlessly at Ikram's dark bead.

"Aren't you able to get rid of your habit of leaving without my permission?" tanya Ikram opens the problem. Nadia gulped. He did not get permission because his body suddenly dropped.

"Ma-sorry-"

"I'm sorry? It's always what you say when you make a mistake. Wh why? Are you no longer living here? Are you tired of being my wife? Say it! Why do you always do that?" demand that Ikram growl with a hardened jaw.

"Bu-not so. I-i .. i-"

"What?"

Nadia looked down, she was crying. Not because Ikram scolded him, but because he was not used to others snapping at him. His heart was too soft to get such rough treatment.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry, that's all I can say" Nadia said sobbing. He didn't even want to look at Ikram's face anymore. The face that used to make him crazy is now as if transformed into a figure he does not want to see.

Ikram rubbed a rough face, he was tired of facing Nadia's always gentle attitude when he was angry. The apology always slid dozens of times from his lips as Ikram protested his attitude.

"You can't say sorry once. Just tell me why you always go out without asking permission from me first? That's it, Nadia. The reason why you left before you got permission from me. Not an apology," Ikram's sergeant softened his voice.

Hearing that Nadia looked up, with tears that continued to linger she looked at the face of her husband.

"What do you want to hear? Would Mas believe me if I said I was hospitalized for my illness? Will you care about me?" nadia answered asking a question to Ikram.

Instead of sympathizing, the man snorted. He turned around laughing mockingly.

"That's impossible. You've been fine all along, Nadia. Who would believe you were sick? I don't think anyone's gonna believe it"

"Including my own husband?" tukas Nadia fast.

"Include me, your own husband," Ikram said again without looking at Nadia's face that changed softly.

Nadia smiled sneered. Laughing at her unexpected self.

Hearing that, Ikram widened in disbelief. He was getting angry at Nadia, what else when he saw the pale face smiling mocking him.

"Why? Can't Mas do it? Why am I here if I'm just your toy. It is better that Mas divorce me, and we part ways properly, or I will go to the religious court demanding a divorce from Mas" Nadia continued without any trepidation.

Kram grew furious, his hands clenched firmly hearing Nadia who said the word separate many times in these few seconds.

"You heard, Nadia. At any time I will never divorce you. I won't!" said Ikram while pulling Nadia's chin and kissing those lips greedily.

Nadia rebelled, she pushed Ikram's body until the next page was released.

"You're selfish, Mas. In your house there are already two women who will satisfy your bed every night. As for me, only occasionally do I look here. I'm not jealous, I just feel sorry for Mas if I have to share a hanky with the three women. Let me give up, Mom. I will go well" said Nadia looking firmly bead Ikram.

"No! I'm not gonna let you go. You will remain my wife for the rest of your life, Nadia," Ikram softened his voice.

Nadia threw away her face. Smiling wryly at the fate that was playing tricks on him.

"Mas doesn't want to let go of me, but Mas doesn't care about me at all. Am I just a puppet to play with? I have a heart and a feeling, if Mas no longer wants me then, I'm willing to leave the life of Mas," said Nadia again who this time said it with a voice sobbing that was obvious.

They do not know, the quarrel was heard clearly by the two children Ikram who stayed at Nadia's house.

Ikram gave up, Nadia still softened her voice despite being angry. She never raised her voice in front of her like any other woman.

Ikram dropped down next to Nadia. Hugged that skinny body and cried with it.

"I'm sorry, Nadia. Forgive Mas. Emotions and not knowing what to do. Please ... don't ask to be separated from Mas. I don't want to part with you, I want to stay with you until death do us part. I'm sorry, Nadia. Sorry," said Ikram regretting his actions that yelled at Nadia.

"Don't cry, already. Don't cry anymore. I'm sorry," continued Ikram again. He flipped Nadia's body and wiped a trace of tears on her cheek.

Ikram kissed his second wife's face gently. He's really sorry. He had brought Nadia into the house, but he had also ignored her.

"You want to forgive, don't you. I'm sorry, Nadia. Sorry." Ikram again hugged Nadia's body buried that face in her chest.

The warm feeling that Nadia used to feel when Ikram hugged her, now she can no longer feel. Tasteless. Like a vegetable that is not given salt.

However, Nadia nodded. Let him give up for now. Ikram took off a hug and got Nadia a drink.

"Mas, I heard Mas's car was sold. Is that true?" Ikram nodded resignedly, "why, Mas?" he continued asking again.

Ikram sighed, considering that his head was always hit by a great dizziness.

"Mas doesn't know, Ain sold it. Mas himself did not know when he sold it," lamented Ikram lethargic. Tired face is clearly visible.

"I'm sorry, I also heard that Mas doesn't have any more money? What about the living of the two wives at home? Want me to help you?" asked Nadia again while offering help to Ikram.

The man was not happy to hear it. He is the head of the family, he should be responsible for all household needs. Not wife. He shook slowly.

"No, as long as you can eat. It's okay, he said Ain still have savings even a little," replied Ikram.

The savings? A tad? Why sell a car if you still have savings?