The Tears of a Wife

The Second Wife Candidate

"This is Anita, son of my late aunt Ratih. You remember, don't you, Mas's the same as him? Anita this is your old little friend, you know."

I stared at the woman sitting next to my mother. I never thought I'd bring her to our house so soon. That woman is so beautiful. Her body was slender, her black hair was long unraveled, her eyelashes were pliable and both her cheeks had dimples. Definitively beautiful and sweet at the same time.

As if knowing what I was feeling, Mas Damian suddenly took my right hand and grasped it. I turned to her, finding herself smiling at me with meaningful eyes. It was as if he was asking me to trust him.

"Mas," called the mother with an irritated look. Maybe he was upset because the explanation was not written Mas Damian. "Mas Mian, this is Anita want to know, you know, same you."

"Mom said we were friends when we were kids, right? That means we know each other. So there is no need to get acquainted again," replied Mas Damian indifferently.

"But, right, we haven't seen each other in a long time, Mas" Anita said suddenly. His voice is so smooth. And his gaze fixed on Mas Damian was so gentle and implied interest. He didn't look at me at all. As if I thought I didn't exist. "Last we met when we were ten. We used to be neighbors, so we used to play together. But, unfortunately I had to move to Jogja at that time."

"Oh." Damian seemed uninterested. Maybe he was keeping my feelings too, that's why he didn't want to be too willing to serve his second wife.

Anita looked disappointed by Mas Damian's attitude. This time, he glanced at me. Just for a moment, because after that he lowered his gaze and looked at my hand that was tightly grasped by Mas Damian.

Although his expression was mediocre, but I could feel an aura of jealousy emanating from him. Especially considering he turned out to be a little friend of Mas Damian, could it be if he had liked Mas Damian for a long time? The proof is that she is willing to become a second wife.

"I forgot to introduce myself to Mas Damian's first wife" he said suddenly, with a smile back up. "Bak Airin, right? Hello, Ma'am. I'm Anita."

"A-ah, yes ...." I was confused as to what kind of response to his hospitality to me that was so sudden. Anyway come to think of it, why am I being friendly to my honeymooners?

"May we get along, yes, Ma'am, going forward."

What say?

I just scrunched my forehead. Sure enough this woman will marry Mas Damian to say that to me.

"Airin, come with me first. Let Damian and Anita talk together. They need privacy to get to know me more deeply" mother's chirps made me widen my eyes. No. .. I don't want to leave Mas Damian alone with this woman.

"Let Airin here, Ma'am," said Mas Damian, further tightening his grip on my hand.

"Can't be so—"

"Let my wife here or I won't talk to her." Mas Damian pointed at Anita just to surprise the woman.

Just this time Mas Damian refuted his mother's words. Maybe he's still sensitive because I said yesterday I was going away from him. Therefore, now Mas Damian did not allow myself to be far from him in the least.

Ah, if only she could refuse this second marriage.

"It's okay, Auntie. Just leave Mrs Airin here. She's Mas Damian's first wife, she also has the right to participate in this conversation" Anita said, looking polite.

"All right then. Damian, talk a lot with Anita. And you, Airin, just listen. Don't harass them. I'm going to the kitchen first."

I just kept quiet with my head down. Why is mom like this? Why is he so brave to me now? Does he no longer see me as his son-in-law?

"C ...." Damian suddenly grabbed my face making me look at him. "Are you all right, honey?"

"According, Mas?" I exhaled a tired breath. "Can I be okay in this situation?"

"I'm sorry, honey. You tired? Want to rest in the room?"

"Mas" Anita said, "is Airin sick again? What pain, Mas?"

I again frowned looking at this woman's attitude. I don't know why, I don't feel like it very much.

"Sir, I'm actually a nurse. Mommy want me to check?"

"no need. You won't be able to cure me. After all, my pain comes from your arrival in this house" I replied. Even so, Anita still maintained her smile. "I'm sorry if my arrival here bothered you, ma'am. I just want to help."

"Helped you say?"

"Yes. I just want to make Mas Damian and his mother's dream come true. Besides, I'm also trying to help real Mama Airin."

I grimaced hearing it. Although spoken in a soft and gentle voice, I knew he meant to insinuate me.

"But, Mas ...."

"Why do you want to be a second wife? You can get another guy out there. Who has not married of course."

"I just want to help Aunt Arum, Mas. I've known your mother well since childhood. When he asked for help and told me about your situation, I felt very sad and could not bear to refuse his request."

Again, I grumbled softly hearing Anita's reply. Why can he say that easily? What kind of help is he doing right now? Help to tear down my household?

It makes no sense that a beautiful and educated woman seems to want to be a second wife on the grounds of wanting to help a husband who has a barren wife. The only reasonable reason was that he had been after Mas Damian for a long time.

"I don't need any help, Anita. I'm happy enough now to be with my wife, Airin. We don't need anything else."

Anita was silent for a moment. Looks defeated because the good intentions are rejected outright. However, he certainly still had another alibi. "Then just tell your mom, Mom. I'm not happy if I have to refuse his request. You tell him if you don't want a second wife" said Anita, "but you need to know, Mom, how much your mother wants a grandchild from you. He always told me if he wanted you to be happy and see you become a father. Aunt Arum was desperate to find your wife barren."

I stare back at Anita with a hostile look. Had this woman known that my womb was healthy and fertile, she would have been ashamed because her subtle innuendo was so wrong!

Seeing Mas Damian speechless with his head down, Anita smiled and spoke again, "Calm down, Mas. I just wanted to help. I will not take the position of Mrs Airin or ask for equal rights as a second wife. I just want your mother who I've taken for granted to be happy."

"Alright—"

"Mas!" quick reprimand.

"Airin, you remember, right, what Mas said yesterday? Don't worry, Honey. It won't last long."

"But, Mas ...."

"Please understand, Ai. Mas please. He promised to finish it as soon as possible. Then we'll go back to how we used to."

I snorted violently and threw my gaze in the other direction. Damian took it as my consent. My husband then looked back at the woman in front of us.

"All right, I'll agree. But, I warn you first that you will not get the treatment that Airin got. You probably won't even consider me a wife later. So, instead of regretting it later, you can resign right now."

"I'm not going to back down, Mom. I will accept it with sincerity."

Hid. This woman is very good at pretending to be nice.

"Our wedding will be done in a closed manner and only invite a few relatives. Please don't expect anything because I don't want outsiders to know about my second marriage."

"Good, Mas. I get it."

I've guessed ... This woman does like—ah, even it seems like she loves Mas Damian. If not, where is there a woman who wants to be a second wife with all the requirements that Mas Damian said earlier? Not profitable at all. It is even detrimental.

"But, Mom, can I ask you something? Just one. And I'm going to follow all the conditions of Mas Damian."

"What?"

"Seven days a week, please take a day or two for me" he asked, leaving me wide-eyed.

"Why would I do that?"

"We must make a child if you forget," replied Anita lightly.

Frontal of this woman! I already wanted to reply to his words, but Mas Damian suddenly tightened his grip as if asking me to be patient.

"alright. But only one day a week. In addition, do not try to disturb me and Airin," concluded Mas Damian, who was immediately embraced by Anita.

Even if it was only one day a week, I still did not want my husband to spend time with this woman. Just imagining it makes me hot, especially if it really happens later.

Then I shook off Mas Damian's hand and got up from the sofa. After that, I immediately left them. Although Mas Damian kept calling my name, I didn't care. My heart ached so much to see my husband and his second wife planning their wedding later. So I decided to just leave.

Seriate...