The Second Wife

Part 111 # New Friends

"Son Yasmine is very good at teaching, my child is so willing to learn to teach again" said a mother whose body was large while rubbing the son's hair.

"I join the seneng if my existence is liked by children, ma'am. Because I really like children, inviting them to play is exciting in my opinion," replied Yasmine who is now sitting in front of mothers.

"Don't Nak Yasmine this teacher, huh?" ask one of the mothers.

"Yes, mothers. Yasmine was once a teacher. In Jakarta, in private schools," the answer comes precisely from the mouth of Ami's ustadzah.

"Oh, pantesan," replied someone who had asked.

Until the chat was over, Yasmine also said goodbye from there. He returned with Ami and Arya's ustazah accompanying him. Understandably it is already night, so as Aryan man will usher in two roles at once.

Right now, he and Ami were on the road ahead. Arya the grown man walked behind them, not too close.

"Sst," whispered ustazah Ami.

Yasmine simply responded with a wide smile and raised her eyebrows, as if asking what.

"A Arya is a widower" he said as he glanced at the man who now looks down the road.

"What do I have to do with it? Am I really?" ask Yasmine.

Ustazah Ami laughed. Both of them were already that close, even though they had not known for long. But it's like an old friend. Because of Ami's un-created nature. It's what it is to Yasmine. Even Yasmine seeing was sent food by Ami's mother, she said to the baby.

"Ustazah really laughs at his work" Yasmine quipped.

"Loh, Ustazah is also human. You know how I'm the same you are, same old teacher, right?" ami said which was then answered with a nod by Yasmine.

While without both knowing, if the man behind the two also smiled because he heard what the two women were talking about. About her.

Two women of different ages stopped, as soon as they got in front of the white fenced house with one woman who looked worried there.

"Oh Allah, Ma'am Yas. Why long?" ask me Fifi was full of worries.

Yasmine and Ami approach and apologize. Yasmine did not even hesitate to hug Fifi so that she would no longer worry. And the sight could not be separated from a man who stood quietly there. He also smiled when he found two women hugging each other like a sister.

"Yes, already. The contact has arrived. I say yes, sorry, Ms. Fifi. Makes you worry," said Ami while saying goodbye.

"Yes, madam, nothing," said Mr. Fifi.

Ustazah Ami turned his body. He found Arya who would drive him back. "Mmm, Arya," she called.

"Yes, Ustazah" Arya replied.

Yasmine cleared her throat behind Ami. "We're going in, Ms. Fifi. It's like we're not in need," she teased.

"Sst," Fifi told Yasmine to shut up.

"Gini, I don't need to be in between. There are three more houses. Thank you for driving me and Yasmine" said Ami.

"Oh, alright, Sister Ustazah. Have a good rest, everyone" said Arya. "Assalamu'alaikum," his saying passed after saying hello and answered by three women at once.

Once inside the house, now it's Fifi's turn to tease Yasmine. "Suitable mak Yas, widower equal widow," he said.

"Sir, I don't want a widower, I don't want a virgin. I've been comfortable like this," Yasmine replied seriously.

Because in fact, for now-now he is more comfortable to be alone. No matter what man of any status. Every time he sees a man, he has no other feelings but to avoid being not a mahram.

After all, he had felt enough for now with the existence of two men who loved him very much, even full of sincerity, namely father and brother.

Fifi nodded, accompanying the pregnant woman to drink milk. "Loneness makes good, Ma'am. No need to think about a partner" said Mbak Fifi.

Yasmine smiled, "if you need to try Ma'am Fi," he said.

"Later, if you're really sure and steady."

Yasmine nodded in agreement. Then once the milk runs out, the pregnant woman was parting to rest. Although in fact, once he got to the room he did not immediately sleep. But the woman brushed her teeth and ablution.

Before actually sleeping, he will read the holy verses first on the balcony. Favorite places.

His voice was melodious, in the silence of the night. Accompanied by a gust of wind that seemed to enter the niche of the heart. Make a feeling.

Making someone who accidentally passed in front of the house stop, only to hear longer the chants of holy verses spoken.

In the silence of the night, with eyes closed, a person stood up while enjoying the beautiful chants that sounded.

The sound stopped and he left.

Yasmine who heard the sound of footsteps then moved from her seat and looked down there. "There was nobody" he said.

Then the pregnant woman went into the room and locked the door. He just needs to rest now, before the time comes to wake up.

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Somewhere else. There, together on the balcony of his room. A middle man was standing leaning against his elbow as a focus on the guardrail.

Every night, in the last three months, the place has always accompanied his nights. A dark night, sometimes beautiful. Depends on mood.

Yes, even though he prayed, his heart still did not feel comfortable. Even though he was very trying.

Until the presence of someone next door makes him look and establish himself. "Why awake?" tanyanya.

Someone smiled, then shook his head. "It's okay, just want to come with you here" he replied.

The man nodded. Then he grabbed his wife and took her body to look at the very quiet night in front of them. To the point where the two were silent, enjoying each other's silence.

Until when the raindrop began to fall, wet the earth that night. The two looked at each other and smiled. Then, both of their palms together looked up to accommodate the water that came down from the sky.

Before finally having to go inside because the water that comes out is increasingly hostile. In the pouring rain, the two men prayed to each other. Praying for all the good. For them and for him, who was not known of his existence by the two.