The Second Wife

Part 162 # S2

Taqa knew what his parents were talking about. Moreover, if it wasn't about her and her real father. Now, the young man is sitting in his room, a message has entered his smartphone. But, for him to read. I don't want to read it, only later. So wanted.

Pictures of his loved ones are still neatly installed in his room. From the beginning the mother put it, until now she never moved it. Every now and then, when longing to say hello, he would just take the figura and look on with a sense of kangen.

Still complete, from the grandmothers to her parents. It's just a photo of the twins who are not in his room yet. If Taqi photos, don't ask. Even the handsome young man's cell phone was full of the little brother's selfie. And yes ... Inside his phone is a photo of his sister and the twins who are also with Zaya. If Taqi had not forbidden it from being removed, Taqa might have removed it a long time ago.

But no, he was so fond of Taqi. For such a small thing, he obeyed. Taqa smiled comically, as he recalled how his sister ruled him back then. "Don't delete it, brother. I don't want to keep it on my phone, because it's so full of my pictures. On my phone, it's still safe. Don't remove the tree! If it's removed, I don't want to be with Brother!"

Suddenly the net was fixed on a family photo that only contained Grandma Radiah and grandfather Ilyas, and also Sufi grandmother, who was now calm in nature there. "It feels like just yesterday I was happy to have a very good grandmother and grandfather. Could have shared a story with two beautiful grandmothers, but now ... I don't know who to talk to, Grandma, cake. Mom and dad don't know how I feel. Who knows your vinegar," said Taqa lirih.

After which, the young man seemed to take a deep breath. "What message did you send?" ask him on the phone he now has in hand.

Read the message, and yes ... Only read indirectly he replied. At the top of the name is online. Which indicates if at this time, the sender is still opening the message application.

[Assalamualaikum, Taqa.] So the message that came and only read by the handsome young man.

[What medium?] one message appeared again, while Taqa still opened the chat room.

^^[Wa'alaikumsallam, Dad.]^^^

Finally, Taqa answered. As always taught by the beloved mother, when asked by parents. It would not be polite to just answer, without carrying a frills call.

^^[Against learning, Dad.]^^^

So continued Taqa reply to a message from the father. Yes, the one who sent him the message was Alfin. The man always texted and asked her. Unfortunately, Taqa only replied and never intended to ask again.

It's been. Done it. Just to that extent, the son and father shared a message with each other.

It's cold, both the colder the day. There was no warmth as a son and father. In fact, both Yasmine and Alifa always told Taqa and Alfin to keep asking. Unfortunately, it seemed that the two humans were both awkward.

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Somewhere else. In the room of a couple.

Yasmine sat right in front of her husband. His hand cupped Arya's handsome face, don't forget the sweet smile he gave his man. "Mas, look good," she said, teasing her husband. Indeed, when the two, Yasmine again called Mas, open. Daddyh.

"Darling ... What are you talking about, Taqa?" ask Arya. His hand lowered his wife's hand from the side of his face for her to kiss.

"Not saying anything, Mom. I think we no longer have to bother persuading Taqa. I'm sure, Mas. Later, he will gradually understand and be able to understand it himself. Against every taste she had, until she could find her own answer," Yasmine explained at length to her husband.

Arya nodded and smiled. "My intentions are like that too, dear. Why are we always so good?"

Yasmine smiled and brought herself closer so that she could be approached by her husband. Arya also hugged tightly the body of his wife who was always tiny. "It's done and Thank God it's good, honey. I also apologize from you to Alifa as well as Widia's mother." continued the man while kissing the top of the head of the wife.

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Elsewhere again. At the house of Alfin and Alfie. The two humans were accompanying Lisha and Lisi to play in the park. In the past, the place was once a place where happy news was revealed, and once held so many memories.

Now, his daughters are grown and if asked about happiness, yes ... Alifa is happy. She has two beautiful and very good daughters. If Taqi is going to be chatty once, then, just like Lisha. But not with Lisi. He is quiet and looks shy. If you look around, his face is more similar to Alifa, and if Lisha, he is more similar to Alfin.

"Ma, when do I go to Taqi's house?" ask Lisha to her mother.

"Try asking, Papa?" alifa replied who was now looking towards Alfin.

"Later on, if you have time for a holiday" replied the handsome man.

"When is that, Pa?" ask Lisha again.

Alfin smiled. "That's a mess, Papa's son. Later yes ... God willing day ...," the man seemed to think of something. "What day of sunday?" continued.

"Ahad?" lisha asked happily. "Alhamdulillah, yeiyy ... Lisi we'll play at Taqi's house, you're not happy?" the girl is really excited.

"Seneng dong" Lisi replied to his twin.

"Really, Mas?" ask Alifa.

"Yes, insyallah. If given a chance," said Alfin with lips smiling at his wife.

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully later if we go there on Sunday. We can sit with Taqa. Yes ... Who knows, we will be able to have a casual conversation and you will be closer to him" said Alifa. Honestly, she also wants to be close to the child of her husband and best friend. Because, in fact, he loved Taqa so much, like loving his other two children. But alas, Taqa is not like Taqi who is willing to be with him. Taqi only wants to talk to Yahya and Zahra.

Ever was a time. Back then, there was an event at Zahra's house and everyone was present there. Alifa was very sad when Taqa could have a sweet conversation with Zaya, but not with Lisi who was then delivering drinks to her. But, Alifa was not angry. He just, feeling sorry for Lisi, as well as Taqa.

Alifa was sure that Taqa did not hate her children, only that she knew that her husband's first child was confused to be with his younger siblings. Step-sister, of course.

If you remember the old days. It felt very sad, because he who thought too much about Alfin's promise in childhood, without saying it first, made things so chaotic. But, back again. 'Perhaps, everything must be like this, ' so the word he always said to encourage resentment in his heart.