The Young Wife's Rhyme

6. Second Wife

“This is our home, hope you feel at home. If you need anything do not hesitate contact me.”

Daffa Hamizan Ghani.  Yeah, that's my husband's name.

Right after the completion of the simple ceremony and thanksgiving at my house, Mas Daffa immediately brought me to his house. Of course I can't refuse, because that's the deal before we got married.

“Your name is Danisa? You are so beautiful, your eyes also shine.”

A middle-aged mother approached me, smiled and immediately hugged me. She is the mother of Mas Daffa. Behind my father-in-law, Mr. Darum looked at me with a smile full of his desire.

I am grateful that so easily Mas Daffa's parents accepted me that even today we are acquainted. I hope this is a good sign for my future marriage.

“Thank you Mom.” I smiled politely, of course thanking her for the compliment.

“Call Mother yes, let Daffa kayak also call her Mother. And do not hesitate, just think of me like your biological mother.”

I nodded, confused as to what to talk about because everything happened too suddenly and very quickly. Of course I'm still awkward and confused.

“Yes already, you rest first. You must be tired, right?”

Again I just nodded, finally stepping away towards the room previously indicated by Mas Daffa. Samar, I heard Mother pull Mas Daffa away and speak half in whisper.

I didn't hear their conversation so clearly. Just a few words like hospital, medicine, and your wife, all I could hear. Although curiosity began to eat away at me, I tried to hold it in. Maybe it's their personal business and I don't need to know everything, right?

I circulated my gaze to see the contents of the room that had been prepared for me. Very large and wide. Complete with a private bathroom, a large wardrobe, a dressing table with a high mirror, not to forget a king-sized bed that is very soft.

I sat myself on the bed, stroking his silky bedcover. Imagine how comfortable and sound my sleep is when it's covered in this fine fabric.

After this what?

The heat started running through my body and cheeks when I thought about what would happen next. To be honest, I am indeed really layman with the relationship between the opposite sex. I've never dated, not even held hands. I keep my principles in order to keep myself for my whole husband.

I shook my head as my mind began to swarm everywhere. Trying to get rid of various strange thoughts that begin to wander.

I'd rather take a shower than think no-no.

I went, rummaging through the closet looking for a towel I could use, but I couldn't find it. In that case, I would not want to have to ask Mas Daffa.

My legs came to a halt right in the doorway that I had opened slightly. I don't know why this body suddenly froze when my body caught Mas Daffa's conversation with Mother which now sounded so clear.

“I can't possibly hide it from Danisa, Bun. Gradually he will know, so we better be honest.”

“Then you think Danisa will accept if you know she was made a second wife? No, Daffa!”

Eh? Whahuh?

What does all this mean?

Second wife? Me ... second wife?

“You just need to hide until she gives birth to your child, after that it's up to you. Whether you want to be honest or want to divorce is also up to.”

My body is softened when I hear Mother's words. My logic is like not accepting, rejecting it outright, hoping that I just misheard it.

There's no way they're treating me like this. Isn't Mr Darum Abi's best friend? Then does Abi know this reality? If Abi knows, why is it so hard to trap me into this marriage?

Too many questions are lodged in my head. Everything was pressing against each other, like desperately trying to blow up the contents of the head.

Both of my eyes were heating up, gathering thousands of clear liquids crammed into my eye's corms. My mind started to get confused, wanting to run as far away from here as possible. But my legs just stuck there, not wanting to move a bit.

Oh my God, what else this time?

I desperately convinced myself and pressured the ego to dare to step in this marriage. Accepting an unknown stranger as my husband. Then it turns out I was only made a second wife?

The clear circle finally fell down without hesitation, wetting my cheeks quickly. The pain so hit my heart so hard, lacerating it in just seconds.

Oh my God, why does it feel so painful?

I never expected much in this marriage. At first I just accepted all this for my brothers. However, I also never thought that I was only used as honey to continue the descendants of the Mas Daffa family.

I quickly closed the door and locked it, no matter if those outside knew that I was eavesdropping on their conversation. It is fitting that this marriage is too hasty, only in a month since Mr. Usman submitted a proposal to Abi. It turns out that everything was planned carefully.

So stupid.

I cursed myself in my heart. Why am I just resigned and not trying to figure it out beforehand? If I had known from the beginning that I would be made a second wife, I would have refused.

I was busy crying silently when Mas Daffa was out there knocking on the door and calling my name. He tried to talk and explain everything.

“Can, please open the door. I want to talk to you.”

What's there to talk about? What's again?

I heard everything and it was very clear. So, what to talk about again?

“Can, please. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry.”

My body sagged behind the door. Squeezing, not having the energy even just to roar even though my heart desperately wants. My mind and mind are too tired to face the trials that hit me simultaneously.

“Can, we can talk about this carefully. But please open the door first.”

Liars.

My heart boiled considering that this morning I was amazed by the figure of Mas Daffa who looked soft and kind. In fact, he's just a jerk who used me.

Many times I cursed myself who foolishly fell into this marriage. Also on Mas Daffa's warm smile. My disappointment and heartache increased when I thought about Abi.

How could my own parents allow their children to become honey?

I'm so mad. To me, to Abi, to Mas Daffa and his family, even to God. Until my tears dry, my groaning still comes out. It's hard for me to accept this reality.

My wish to have a happy marriage was instantly destroyed

the painful truth. I promised Umi and Ghina that I would be happy.

Then, with the status of being a second wife, will I still be happy?