The Second Wife
Part 102 # Not Forever Love Should Be United
...Shouldn't Have ......
...Now that love has gone...
...Bring a piece of heart...
...Which can no longer be owned....
...Maybe, this is reality...
...When the heart wants....
...Let true love be a memory...
...Which will be remembered in wishful thinking....
...-yasmine-...
...(.(.Novel : Second Wife / NovelToon)...
^^By Yuli Fitria^^
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A orange spray greeting. The woman who is now alone is still there, sitting staring at the stunning orange color. Ah, could it be, her wish was so good, that she could enjoy the beauty of twilight in her heart when it hurt.
A gust of wind caressed her beautiful face, the cold air was increasingly greeting. To where the breeze was waving the tip of her veil. Her cheeks were still wet, still feeling a tender loving sweep on her lips. Unfortunately, that was the last time.
His lips smiled, his netra still staring at the beautiful clouds at the end of the field there. Isn't that his wish? Then why is there still crystal clear water coming out. There should be no tears when his wish is achieved, no.
But apparently, the heart can not be lied to, as well as tears. Because both are always compact, where the heart is hurt, the eyes will cry.
The woman took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "It has. We are happy, now" he said, wiping the remnants of love that flowed down his smooth cheeks.
With a heart that still feels painful, he then turned his heels and passed from the backyard of the house that still emits a beautiful color.
...🥀🥀🥀🥀...
Inside the starless hotel room, the two decide to rest their feelings, heart and everything.
While sitting, both are silent. Prayer is finished, and so is prayer. However, the two had not seen each other, as usual. I don't know, what the two felt was like something was missing, which made the hearts of both of them break even greatly.
Tears still wet the cheeks, when you think back to the sentence that has been spoken. Somehow tomorrow, which is clear today, pain so felt in the chest.
Not without reason Alfin said everything, but he had also considered whatever he was going to say.
From a beautiful and good figure who always accompanies, serve him well without complaining, until he has to let himself marry another woman to remind himself of the promise in childhood.
Reliable and sincere when other women may not want to be like him. So, there was no way he could just let her hurt. But what about his true love? A love that has existed since childhood.
He thought, by letting go he would be happy, by seeing him happy. According to what he wants. After all, Alfin understood very well, what was the reason behind the strong desire of the pregnant woman. He knows exactly, if the pregnant woman who is no longer his wife just does not want, the friend hurt, because it restrains jealousy, especially if the feeling is excessive.
Alifa looked up, the woman was still crying. Alfin then approached and brought the tiny body of the first wife who now returned to be his only wife into the deckapan.
In his swab gently full of softness of the back of the wife, also in the kiss the top of the head of the woman with a long time, even with eyes closed. He knew that now the sick man was not only himself, but the woman he had married for almost ten years was the same.
"Why, did you say it, Mom?" ask Alifa.
"I thought, you're just going to let him in there, without letting go," the woman continued.
"That's what he wanted, honey." The call came back.
"Can you, Mom, without her?" ask Alifa who is still in the deck.
Alfin fell silent, he took a deep breath and replied. "If not, I'm still holding it, aren't I."
"You only appreciate me, Mas," said Alifa while unraveling the husband's warm embrace.
Alfin looked at the sweet face, "no. Don't you know, I've said that there will be no other name than you after Ijab kabul said, then how is it possible now that I only appreciate you, while my love for you is in every breath."
"I believe you said it back then, Mom. But now, I don't know," Alifa put her shoulder out.
"As for you, I'm only yours now, it's not good that we're talking about something like this now. Let's live the next days with a spacious heart, by cultivating a taste that was once full and had diminished."
"I don't want you to think a lot, especially to guess the bad. Be the Alifa I know first" Alfin continued.
Alifa nodded even though her heart was not as good as it used to be.
...🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀...
Meanwhile, in another house. Precisely at the house of Father Ilyas and Mother Radiah, both of them were sitting back and forth exhaling. Alifa called and told me about what happened this afternoon. Which makes Father and mother can only be silent when back and forth Alifa apologized. Not unforgiving, just as parents are clearly shocked by the situation of the princess who now holds a new status.
Although from far away they know about the problems of the child and daughter-in-law, but they still think well, although they also support if the child wants to remain separated. Because back again, the happiness of the child is the happiness of parents.
"Mother went there, Dad," said the mother.
"Yes, tomorrow" replied Ilyas' father.
"Are Alifa and Alfin still there, Dad?" ask Mom again, because at the beginning of the call, the answer is Dad.
"It's gone from Fifi's house, but it's still in the hotel" Dad replied again. "May all be well, ma'am, after this."
She looked at her husband, and then nodded. "Mom was more relieved, Dad. Now." Now."
"By separating, Yasmine does not need to keep Alifa's feelings, nor vice versa. And Alfin doesn't need to be dizzy facing two women with different characters" continued the mother.
Ilyas' father was silent, actually as a father, he obviously did not want if until the child became a widow at the age of marriage is still a corn. Moreover, her condition was also pregnant. But, back to the problem of comfort, if the child is comfortable like that, then, as a father he can only pray.
"Mommy tells Yahya, who knows he is not busy and wants to visit his sister" said Father after a moment of silence.
The mother then struggled with her phone, telling the son about his sister.
