The Second Wife

Part 126Serious

The boy ran quickly towards the mother, his lips smiling widely, his face looking so cheerful. "Mom, I have a father" he said as he sat down and greeted the two beautiful women who were astonished at him. Behind him was someone who walked with a shy smile, who then sat not far from the existence of the three humans.

"What father, son?" ask Yasmine astonished. "Where did you get, under the hood?" the woman continued, she clearly felt strange about what the child said.

"Ck, mom. I got you if you want to marry Mr. Arya" said the plain boy.

Ustazah Ami who was there smiled widely, but not with Yasmine. He is even a manyun. "Ih, Mr. Arya said are you?" yasmine asked with a lip.

Mr. Arya just laughed silently in his place. He was sure that his friend would not take the child's request seriously. He once revealed a serious word. However, Yasmine only thought of him as joking as a month ago when he delivered food from his mother to the one-child widow.

Flashback.

"Ar, this is chicken stew. In between ya, for Yasmine Nak. Pity to eat left over, later because of the money," the order of the Sufi mother to the son who is now sitting in the living room with his digital prayer beads.

The simple house that only inhabited by two people was so quiet, Arya once married and hoped to enliven the lonely atmosphere with her children, but unfortunately, Arya was once married and hoped to enliven the lonely atmosphere with her children, God took the wife and her child when they gave birth to their baby.

Therefore, Arya is very difficult to move on from the late wife. To the point where he heard Yasmine's voice instantly stir his heart, his voice was very similar to the voice of his late wife.

Her attitude, her beauty, and it all made the widowed man smile if he remembered her. The man who was very obedient to his mother then moved from his seat and approached the mother who was standing next to the dining table.

"Yasmine's money won't run out, ma'am. He's a rich man" Arya said as she stood next to her mother.

"You want to be rich, you want to be poor, if God takes the money out, right" said the Sufi mother who did not connect at all, making her son shake his head.

"Have it, just take it. I've talked to Yasmine, she likes chicken stews the most, as well as Taqa's handsome," continued the Sufi mother.

"Yes, Arya go yes. All farewell, want to check the goods in the stall," said Arya while asking for salim.

"A'Market, the stall you keep saying" the mother grumbled.

The man laughed, "my market is like a shop" he said as he passed by with the paper bag he picked up. He did not forget the greeting he said afterwards.

On the way to her mother Taqa's house, the young widower smiled. Today, after years of waiting, he will reveal his feelings before he hears of another one expressing his feelings for the one-child widow.

Until he arrived in front of the fence is not high, patiently he waited out the owner of the house after he pressed the bell in the corner of the fence.

"Assalamu'alaikum," she said as Yasmine came out with a black headscarf and a bottle green robe. Thin makeup was still visible on the woman's face, she knew for sure that the mother of one child might be leaving, or had just left.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, Mas Arya, please open it," replied Yasmine who was still standing on the terrace. He invited Arya into the terrace that is provided with chairs.

The man entered and opened the fence without closing it, he then put a paper bag containing food from his mother. "This is chicken stew, Ms. Yasmine. From my mother" he said.

"Yes Allaah, very good Sufi mother. Give my thanks, Mas," said Yasmine who was still standing. "Please sit down, Mom. What do you want to drink? The existence of white water but, the siren has not been nyetok, not to the market Mas Arya because," continued the woman.

Arya sat down, "thank you. Don't bother, it's Thursday" he reminded.

"Yes Allaah, I forgot the day. Sorry yes, I copied the container for a while" Yasmine said as she passed.

The man could only shake his head in wonder. Then shortly after Yasmine returned with a container and paper bag whose contents had been replaced. "Thank you one more time, Mas Arya," he said.

Arya nodded. "Mmm, Ma'am Yasmine. May I speak," he said.

"Please," said Yasmine.

"I'm sorry, if I'm being disrespectful. What if, Ma'am Yasmine wants, if I come to Yasmine's parents, who are aiming to propose?" ask the man.

Yasmine was silent, then her face turned like she was thinking. "Hehe" he laughed. "It's usually very serious, now it's a joke, a delay" he replied.

"I'm a series-" he said stopped when suddenly the Ustadzah Ami came, which turned out to be taking the mother of one child to study. Which then makes the man with the status of widower no longer continue his sentence, and until now, the sentence has not been completed.

Off Flashback.

"Sir Arya said, if Taqa wants a father, I have to get married first" replied the little boy with happy sparkling eyes.

"Continue?" ask Yasmine again.

"I keep asking, what Mr. Arya wants, he replied naggingly," the boy continued.

Yasmine shook her head, "ish Mas Arya is just that, indeed that easy," Yasmine grumbled. "Huh ah, good boy can't remember father continue, huh 'is not ustazah Ami?" he said he was looking for a defense against a friend.

"Oh, sorry. If this is the case, I support Taqa. Agree, if Mas Arya wants, why not," said Ustadzah Ami by raising his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, nimbrung," said Arya who made the three men turn to the left, but did not look at the widower. Only Taqa saw it with the face of the yabg sumringah.

"So, Ma'am Yas said it was that easy. It's easy Mbak, as long as Mbaknya want and not forced," he said. "I was serious about what I said a month ago" the man continued.

Ustazah Ami and Yasmine looked at each other. The mother-of-one put her shoulders together, having not remembered the word a month ago as Arya had said. However, as soon as he remembered it, he widened his eyelids. 'Astagfirullah .. I think he was joking, ' he said in his heart.

The woman was then silent, she did not understand all this, because in fact, she still felt comfortable with solitude. Although to be honest, he had a sense of admiration for the man, because he looked very simple, despite having treasures, but his house and style did not display how much his property was. So too with the mother.

Until sometimes make Yasmine wonder, when he believes Arya can afford a car, but instead only use a motorbike, even if the road he is headed is not too far, it will certainly be a walk.

Where else would he get a guy like that. But ... What kind of thing could make him accept it? It's not easy, forget about love and change this fast.

"It's okay if Ms. Yasmine doesn't want to, getting married is not a coercion. Do not think too much," said from Arya again made Yasmine look at the park and her son who still smiled widely, as if he was getting happiness.