The Second Wife

Part 099 # How Can It Be?

This morning Yasmine was ready with a black robe and a milo-brown hijab. The shoes that he usually wears early in the morning when he leaves for school are now turned into white flip-flops with dark blue straps. He smiled to find this weekly look he was wearing.

Even yesterday Mbak Fifi bought him clothes that Fifi said his name was negligent. "The typical clothes of mothers are the most comfortable in wear, Ma'am," said Fifi yesterday.

"Are you ready, Mommy?" fifi's question shocked her who was standing in front of a hanging mirror in front of her room.

"Here you go, come on" Yasmine replied.

"MaSyaa Allah, very beautiful," praise Fifi honestly.

Yasmine just smiled, "my phone was brought in, right?" tanyakanya.

Fifi nodded, then both of them came out of a simple house far from the countryside. The house was the home of Fifi's parents long ago, but now his parents have moved to a village that is a lot of residents, unlike there the left right is just rice fields and vegetable gardens.

However, the place was really beautiful. A comfortable place for Yasmine to calm the heart, calm down. Because there he was free from the question of words.

Both are now walking on unpaved roads but the rocks are neatly arranged, so they can be passed through pickup cars that usually transport farmers' crops.

Although the time will show at six in the morning, however, there is still quite dark. It is still full of fog, which will disturb the users of the vehicle. But, not with pedestrians like Yasmine and Fifi, they actually me ni k m a t i because the cool air, so soothing.

Along the road that passes both there are only rice fields and vegetable fields. Everything looks green and beautiful. The sound of water gurgling that flows from the springs also adds its own comfort there. Really, if only Yasmine wanted to stay there. I don't want to go back to a city full of noise.

Until finally, after passing the rock road that is so long, they then found the asphalt road. Where, in a moment they will arrive at the market. On the road, there is actually a signal. However, Yasmine certainly does not want to if the phone there and in Fifi stay shopping.

So, he prefers to call at the market post, and he will wait for Fifi to shop while chatting with his mother.

Until finally the two arrived, Fifi langung berampit to buy chicken and some other cooking ingredients. While Yasmine, she went straight to the post where she used to call her mother.

As soon as he sat down comfortably, he started the phone. Mom answered the phone enthusiastically, even mother also asked herself who would come home when. Of course, Yasmine was astonished, because two days ago when she called, I didn't ask that question. Even just a casual chat and, as usual, told him to be careful.

"You, go home, miss," said the mother during a long call.

"Yayas are still comfortable here, ma'am."

"Where are you, anyway?" ask mom marketing.

"There is, the place is very comfortable ma'am. Adem, here do not need to use AC bu," he replied with pleasure.

Across there, I sounded disappointed. Yasmine is ordinary. He called and told me he was okay. Until the moment Fifi arrived and Yasmine ended her call.

"Yes ma'am, Miss Fifi is done, I want to go back. Want to see the people harvest cabbage," said the woman.

"Yes, be careful son, tell mom again okay, assalamu'alaikum," said the mother.

Just a few steps, Yasmine and Fifi stepped foot. The phone in my pocket reads.

"Ish, what the hell is the same mother," Yasmine grumbled as she picked up her phone.

"Still missing times, Ma'am," said Mbak Fifi.

Yasmine stared at the phone screen, "uh, not mom. Ck," his grunts while clucking in annoyance.

"Who's Mom, if not Mom?" ask Mbak Fifi who is now so curious.

Yasmine exhaled her rude breath, "someone I want to avoid," she replied as she let the call end on its own.

"If you avoid it will not be finished, Ma'am," said Mbak Fifi slowly.

Yasmine only glanced at the person next to her, but she also confirmed what her beloved Fifi had said.

Finally, after the phone again displays a call from someone, he scrolls the green button on the screen.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, Ay," said someone over there who was none other than Alfin. However, Yasmine was still silently listening, yet daring to answer.

"Where are you?" ask Alfin.

"I'm worried" said the man again.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, have you read my paper?" ask Yasmine.

"Of course, for that I called you. You did not keep your promise, I will allow you to be alone on the condition of not separating me from you" Alfin replied there impatiently. "Where are you now? Tell me" asked the man again.

"But you also said no, if you're going to give me what I ask, if it's going to be my happiness?" press Yasmine again.

"Yes, but this is not Ay, either" said Alfin in a frustrated voice.

"But this is my happiness" Yasmine said softly.

"really?" ask Alfin to make sure.

"Why are you so good, is this Yas?!" alfin asked loudly, "you separated me from my first love, separating me from the baby I had been waiting for. Yas, I'm just a human being, I'm a nobody who can be fair to the fair, please you hear what I say this, I .. will not let you go, until anytime. Except death separates. Because, I'm sure. My love for you, and your love for me is just as great. Also with your love for Alifa, and Alifa for you. So, no matter how far you go, Alifa and I will catch up with her. Just wait, I won't let the hearts of the three of us both be half gone. Because, that half is ours."

Call ended. Alfin ended it.

Yasmine was still glued to her place, even her phone was still in her hands and stuck to her ears. His tears fell again, he heard all Alfin's emphasis was right. His love for Alfin was great, and unfortunately for Alifa was equally great. So, how could he so easily decide to go and get away from them, when his heart was left there.