The Wounds of the Second Wife

Chapter 2

"Owh, look out, don't ask for weird stuff.

Don't use your pregnancy to extort my husband's money." bella looked at me cynically, then left after drinking cold water from the fridge. His clothes were neat and fragrant, it seemed like he was going to go meet his social friends who were supposedly the wives of officials. That's what I had heard from the conversation between mas Hamzah and mbak Bella when mas Hamzah protested with the behavior of his wife, he did not like it Bella often went out of the house with things that were not clear.

Before long the sound of the car came out, I don't know I feel relieved if there is no Bella at home.

Not that I want to rule the house and be its own queen, but rather this peace of soul.

"Kok daydreaming, mbak?" suddenly Rena was in front of me with a frowning face.

"Come, Rena. When's come?

Ma'am I don't know." said I was surprised, because he arrived in front of me. Rena is the youngest sister of Mas Hamzah, she is still in college at the end of the semester. While Hamzah's second brother is called Hyan, he looks quiet and cold, talking is very economical. Rarely coming to this house, he held the position of deputy director in the office of their family.

"March, mbak.

It was also with Bella's mom.

What is Anniyah, not lemes or cravings?" sahut Rena who was sitting in the chair in front of me.

"Ngidamnya natural course, most want to eat a cool but spicy. This again wait aunty, want to make fruit." sahutku while pointing the spice sambel rujak fruit just finished I make.

"Mbak Anniyah feels at home with mbak Bella?

Just me, ogah mbk.

The guy besides being chatty, really cute. Don't know, kok mas Hamzah can feel at home and love women like him." It was Rena who made me laugh.

"Don't be so ah, not good.

Bella is his wife Mas Hamzah, after all." I said, not wanting to talk too much about what I didn't think should be discussed, although in my heart also confirmed the words of my sister-in-law.

"Finally bad tau really know, usually just angry and exhausted money." sumpul Rena, and I do not want to respond, afraid if these lips will be obscene to talk about the ugliness of others, while the self is still so much ugliness attached.

"Sir, how's your sister?

Already out of the hospital?" connect Rena with changing the chat material.

"Alhamdulillah.

Hopefully after the operation it will be okay. Aamiin." I said glaringly considering my sister's weak face. He had to leave me at our parents' house, and I left it to the next-door neighbor, Alhamdulillah, Ms. Wati, Ms. Wati was a good person and loved us from us since she was left by her father and mother.

Bu Wati's children are all out of town, her husband also passed away a few months ago. So with pleasure Bu Wati wants to take care of Ayu and accompany her to sleep at home.

"Occordingly, whose house is the same?

Why don't you just stay here, there are still many empty rooms." said Rena who looked at me deeply.

"No, Ren.

I still know my limits, I don't want to make the residents of this house uncomfortable, Ayu is accompanying kok, there are neighbors next door who want to take care of it." I answered honestly and reviewed the thin smile on these lips.

"Well there's no Rena anyway?

I'm sorry Anniyah, if old aunt, because met a friend just now and invited to chat for a while, this is the fruit let aunt clean first." Bi Titin just came home from buying fruit, quite a long time anyway.

"Yes, bik. No, no, papa." Aunty was seen washing all the fruit she had bought, then handed me some seeds and the rest put in the refrigerator.

I enjoyed the fruit with a feeling of pleasure, it was delicious even with just a simple spice, Rena looked at me with anxiety, but refused when I tawari, he said asem. Seger and delicious.

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I again sat in this spacious room, the contents were so complete that it made me feel at home sitting here, pensively facing the direction out of the window of the room, and, sometimes like to bring inspiration for writing story material in paid applications with blue logos.

Well, I do love to write, by writing can spill all the burdens that are in this heart. Writing used to be just a hobby, but gradually, writing was my way of making a living to provide for my life and my sister.

This time, I wrote a story about the wounds of the second wife, which I took from my own personal experience, being a second wife is not always happy because it is prioritized by the husband. But if a case like mine were to be very different, I became a second wife because there was a contract between us, but Hamzah just left his seed to get a child from me, without love so that his attitude is cold and ordinary to this self. Although at the end of the day I felt a change in the way he looked at me, how he cared and started to worry about himself. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant with the child she's been wanting for a long time.

I started typing with the old laptop I got from one of my friends, sentence after sentence just flowed by, until there was a hand that touched my soft shoulder.

When I looked up my head, it turned out that Hamzah was already standing behind me with a faint smile on his lips. And damn why my heart ripples every time I see that white-looking face.

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don't forget to stop by my other work.

New novel :

#My Dad Is Your Son

#About the wounds of the second wife

Novel on going :

#Women of kara

#Change Wife

#It turns out I was second

The Novel of Final :

#Pressure From Ex-Husband (Lat)

#Love in the bonds of Destiny (Lat)

#Drawing pen Eve (Last)

#Love my husband to another woman (Lone)

#Sekar Arumi (Last)

#Second woman (Finished)

#False love is wrong (Lone)

#Love wrapped in Lust (Close )

#Because my son's legacy died at my hands (Capital)

#My dad prefers other women (Lone)

#When Love Should Choose (Done)

#Being My Own Husband's Mound [finished ]

#Snow White [finished ]

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