The Second Wife

Part 163 # S2

The afternoon breeze made the handsome young man walk in a sense of calm. Like the father who taught the little children to teach, now he is too. At this time the twilight has begun to say hello, and he most recently came home because he had stopped for a while on the field where children play ball after teaching.

"Taqa!" the young man who was walking then stopped his steps, without even looking he knew who the person who called him was.

"Huh ... Hah ..." a woman stopped next to Taqa and leaned over to her knees. "His way is very sparse," continued the beautiful girl who currently wears a teracota colored robe and black hijab. He did not care for Taqa who was breathing rough because again he was chasing the handsome young man.

Actually Taqa had warned the girl named Hasna, to no longer call herself and approach her. Not because of what, because Taqa is the most lazy in gossip by the surrounding residents. But baby, the girl who's the same age as him doesn't care.

"Let's go, A'Ustad," Hasna said again with her sweet-ass face.

"Road first. I'm going back to mushala. I think it's better to turn around" said Taqa.

"Oh that. Yeah, I did, too." Hasna followed Taqa.

"Astaghfiullah!" Taqa did not turn his body, he walked back to the house. Don't forget, Hasna was next to him.

Walking cheerfully and in happy steps, the girl spoke again. "I'm so sprained again, Qa. You are horrified, yes" he said.

"Hm" replied Taqa.

"Basak, mama I want to get married again" Hasna said in a sad tone. Along with that, Taqa also stopped. Looking at the woman who was currently walking in front of him, until finally the girl stopped and turned her head. "Come, while walking" he said again.

"Why would you if your mom got married again?" taqa asked as he was back next to Hasna.

"Yes, I have a stepfather, Taqa. Papa I am still alive. I want to, papa and my mama refer to me, not even to change partners." so Hasna said to tell her wishes.

"Oh. Yes, you have persuaded your parents to refer," said Taqa lightly.

"Ck, try to be that easy yeah," Hasna murmured again. Taqa just put his shoulders. "I'm afraid, my stepfather or stepmom is not good, Qa," the girl continued.

"I can't comment on anything. I'm just saying, if you're mom or step-father, it's not all bad. The proof is that my father was so good, Na. You know for yourself, Arya's father is like me" Taqa said.

"Yes anyway. But surely not all children are as lucky as you have a good father and stepmom," Hasna turned to look at the look on her friend's face.

"You also have a stepmom, don't you, Qa?" the girl asked back. "Even so, what I heard is that you also have a twin stepbrother. What's it like to have steppe sauda, Qa?"

Taqa looked at Hasna's face in confusion. Not angry, he just did not understand what it was like. All he knew was that it felt sick, and jealous.

"I don't know. You say it so it spreads everywhere. Your feelings again tell me your problems, why come to me." Taqa left Hasna just like that.

"Maybe Hasna speak of me" Taqa said, muttering.

"Taqa! Waitamin!" that beautiful girl again.

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"Assynnya!" Taqa went into the house. He immediately found Taqi who was ready with his face to the small mushala at home.

"Cirain is not coming home" Taqi said.

"Say you tell me to wait, Qi. Brother wants to wudhu first." Taqisha nodded her head in agreement. I forgot to return the greetings from my brother.

Until finally, the prayer was over and Taqa still raised his hand to pray to the Almighty. Even with the others. After that, Yasmine and Arya continued to teach, while her two children then went to the room. Usually the hours after the magrib both will learn.

But at this time, Taqa was standing watching two humans who were both still facing towards the qibla with the Qur'an they were still reading. He looked at the two backs with a murmur in his heart. 'You don't know, Hasna. We are different between us. My mom chose Aryan's dad because my dad wasn't good for my mom. As for why I have a stepmom, it's because she's my father's first wife. You don't know what it's like to be me, Hasna. Born from the womb of the second wife, and did not get affection from the biological father. Our parents' story is different, Hasna.'

With a slow step, Taqa returned to his room. In his heart he said something. 'But I'm grateful, Hasna. Because by meeting with Aryan's father, the mother became happy, especially when she got the gift of a sister like Taqi, which adds to the warmth of the atmosphere and harmony of this small family. Thank you God. And I'm sorry, God, if this heart still continues to be envious.'

As soon as he reached the room, Taqa looked at the wall where there was a family photo. There was Yasmine, Arya, herself and Taqi there. Everyone smiled at the camera and the photo was taken when Taqi was a child, around the age of 2. He was still cute at the time.

"Why, Brother?" taqi's voice made him turn towards the direction of the voice. "What's the reason?" ask the young man back.

"Feeling Brother again became a quiet young man. Not fitting the same face in the photo, look deh ... It must have been just like my big brother." said Taqi who approached and stood next to the big brother.

Taqa smiled widely. He rubbed Taqi's hair, no. More precisely he ruffled his sister's hair. "Sokay know, you" he said anxiously.

"Sister! Messy hair Taqi ...."

Instead of being angry, Taqa laughed. Especially when he saw Taqi's long hair that was now a mess, covering the face of the female manyun.

"Haha, like your ghost, Qi," Taqa said.

"So, get my hair done again, no!" the beautiful sister was still irritated, putting both her hands on her waist. Don't want to know, he wants the brother who returns to tidying up his long hair.

"Come, brother, don't laugh mutely!" again Taqi's voice sounded annoyed. "I don't want to yes, later mom gets angry if the fit of combing my hair continues to be difficult," continued the beautiful girl.

Still laughing, Taqa began to tidy up his sister's hair again. "Sorry Beautiful Sister. Ni, I'm tidying up." he said.

"Iketine!" Taqi gave her brother a hair tie.

"Damn, ogah. It wasn't in iket yet" Taqa refused the sister's request.

"That's because it was wet, brother," Taqi did not want to.

"All right, sister's chatty." Although half annoyed but Taqa still tied Taqi's long hair properly. Because indeed he was used to making his sister's hair to be more beautiful.