The Wounds of the Second Wife

Chapter 35

"It looks like Hamzah's still busy, let's eat first. She's hungry too." Ayu turned her head, then nodded and immediately stood up following my steps towards the kitchen. We ate in silence, Ayu looked so voracious, while I somehow kept feeling uneasy.

Rice in the dish just stirred, thinking of a husband who never came, afraid of something happening to him, because there was no news from him at all.

"Sir, how is the food stirring?

What about Hamzah?" Ayu chirps who now look at me fixedly, the plate looks empty.

"Yes, it's late, cook overtime until this hour. Afraid what happened." I reply softly, expressing the anxiety that now disturbs the mind.

"Try on the phone, ask me what. Rather than continue to suspect the guess, mbak who became agitated himself." So Ayu gave her idea.

"Yes, I'll try to call Hamzah first. Help you clean up the food marks, ma'am ya."

"Not finished, ma'am?

Finish first, let it not hurt."

"Bak does not taste, later if hungry, mbak must eat again. You don't have to worry." After answering my sister's fuss, I went straight to my room to pick up my phone. Brave to contact Mas Hamzah, I don't know why this feeling has not been okay.

It was the third time, but never raised by mas Hamzah. Then I decided to send him a message.

[Mas, where else?

Hamzah is fine, right?] Sent, and still tick two ashes.

I sat on the bed restlessly, waiting for a reply from Mas Hamzah.

Fifteen minutes have passed, but there is no reply, even though check two has changed color to blue, it means the message I sent has been read but why not visit in reply.

Almost an hour, finally the message was answered as well, but it really made me no better, the heart was getting sore.

[Don't bother us, Anniyah.

Me and Hamzah were having a night together, and I saw my husband was fast asleep, because he was exhausted.] The sound of a message accompanied by a photo of Hamzah mas who was sleeping soundly with bare chest. That means the one who's now replying to my message is Bella.

[Yes, ma'am. Sorry, just worried, if Hamzah is fine, Alhamdulillah.] My reply, which inexplicably shed tears. Jealousy and pain began to make my heart uncomfortable.

[It is not necessary to dream too high, Anniyah.

Mas Hamzah is my husband and only loves me. So stop hoping. Don't waste our happiness, because you're just the woman we paid to carry my husband's child. Realize yourself, remember who you were before.] The reply again, the language was painful, but what Bella said was true, I was just a woman who was paid to conceive a child mas Hamzah.

No longer intending to reply, I put the phone back on the nightstand. Choose to lay this body on a soft mattress, enjoy drops by drops of tears that accompany the feeling of tightness in the chest.

"Bak, ma'am Anniyah.

Let's get up, it's five in the morning, can't you pray at dawn?" Ayu's voice had to make me open my eyes that still wanted to be closed. Whether I cry until what time, it seems like I can just fall asleep after performing the evening prayer around two in the morning.

"Mbak, why?

It hurt?" Connect my sister, who is already holding my forehead, with her anxious face.

"No, just sleepy. I couldn't sleep last night, because I read a novel." My friend reasoned, then immediately went to the bathroom, because the dawn was almost bad luck.

When he came out of the bathroom, it turned out that Ayu was still in my room, she looked at me with a probing face.

"Related, isn't Anniyah papa?" Ask again, my sister is indeed sensitive and very sensitive, so that she can read if she is not okay.

"Yes, I don't know how, just lack of sleep. Yasudah, I want to pray first. You're ready to go to school, right?" I try to be ordinary, so as not to add to Ayu's mind which is not supposed to come to think about what is my business.

I must also begin to reorganize my heart, so that when the covenant has come the time, my heart no longer hurts. I have to be prepared for the consequences. This marriage did happen by agreement alone, I could no longer hope much and had to learn to erase the feelings that began to grow. I wish I could get through it, though I know, love can never be guessed when she is present and how she grows. But I can still control the heart so as not to get bigger this feeling of love.

I must realize, no matter how big of a mistake Bella, she is a woman who is loved by Mas Hamzah. As for me, just a new woman who came and could not possibly match her position mbak Bella in the heart of Mas Hamzah.

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don't forget to stop by my other work.

New novel :

#Fame them

Novel on going :

#The child who is not considered

#About the wounds of the second wife

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 ]

#Change wife [Lone]

#Woman kara [Place]

#It turns out I'm the second [Out]

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