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Naya Feeling Dwarf

Chapters 17.

The news of Haikal's first child with his first wife had reached Naya's ears through her own husband after he returned to the house he occupied. The house of the deceased.

Doctors have allowed her to go home because Naya says she feels better in her own home, even though she is always under the supervision of a doctor.

“If I can also have a child like other girls,” muttered Naya felt tremendous sadness and envy to her honeymooner, “mau until when am I alone? I also want to feel like a mother ...”

She gently rubbed her own stomach, “Is it true that I am barren?”

Therefore, she wants to prove it herself, is the insult that has been thrown by her ex-husband is indeed true?

Today is the arrival of Haikal. Naya didn't want to waste this opportunity because she only had three days.

Naya preened, beautifying herself as special as possible in front of the man who had now become her husband.

Honestly, he was surprised too. Why until this moment did Haikal not want to touch her even a little bit? Even just holding hands with him.

Staring at himself, Naya muttered again, “Do I have to be like Ros first so that he wants to see me?”

Naya admitted, he was very far from Ros in any respect. Ros has everything a man cannot deny his beauty. Ros is a young woman, has beautiful eyes, said the meek, a devout Muslim woman, as well as a fertile woman. And himself?

Ah, what is he who has no meaning to this....

“Then if he has enough Ros, why should he marry me and give me hope? Why didn't he let me die slowly without them helping me? Is it because he pityes me?”

Before getting married, Haikal only said that the man wanted to marry her immediately because he wanted to protect himself. So with the treatment and attention he had received in the hospital, he thought Haikal had the same feeling as he did. But after further attention ... it turns out that the man is indeed used to be kind to everyone, not just with him.

Naya was confused and ended up crying herself. But soon she rubbed after hearing her husband came.

“I'm waiting for you,” said Naya as soon as Haikal got inside the house.

Haikal looked at him, wondering through his eyes.

“There's something I want to talk about,” connect Naya.

“Talk about it, no need to hesitate.”

“How are Ros and the baby now?”

“Oh, that is.. yes, they are healthy and fine. Thank God,” Haikal replied more enthusiastically answering this question. Making Naya instantly dim because the chat about Ros is always more interesting than all the other lines of questions. However, he soon became self-conscious.

“If possible, I want to meet him,” pinta Naya.

“Of course you can. After all, Ros always asks you.”

“Alright, we go there now,” said Naya decided.

After getting ready, they headed there in a two-wheeled vehicle. Incidentally, their place was not too far away.

Ros was a little surprised to see her husband return home with his second wife. However, he tried to be calm and fine in front of them.

“Naya wants to visit you,” Haikal said as soon as he arrived.

“Thank you, Ros.”

Later, Ros invites her into the room to see her baby. “She just drank milk, keep going straight to sleep again. Yes, babies do sleep a lot, right,” said Ros told as well as justify the location of the baby is not true.

“Looks like he's moving too much,” kekeh Naya saw it.

“Boy can not be silent, Ni,” said Ros responded, “I leave for a moment yes, Ni. I'm boiling water behind.”

“Ya, please, Ros..”.

Naya smiled admiring the look of this child. His face was between the two of them. Large eyes, clearly derived from the uminya. While the shape of the head and nose, derived from the ashes. His legs look long, inheriting his ab legs.

“Later if you were big, surely you were also tall and minced like your brother.” His eyes condense as he lifts the little baby and swings it slowly.

“I also want to have children,” Naya told Haikal. Like this he said at the time Ros had crossed back.

“Sure, isn't this your son too?” haikal responded to the words of his second wife just now. Whether he was pretending or did not understand his meaning so again Naya was humiliated.

“Yes, this is my son too,” replied Naya staring blankly.

For a whole day Naya was there. For a moment, he regretted having decided to come if only to see their affection and happiness. That's not much, because the sicker again— saw the closeness of his in-laws with Ros.

Ros looks so loved by everyone. And himself? Being asked is just as necessary.

Indeed they did not intend to flaunt it, but was it not visible before his eyes?

Inwardly he shouted at his stupid self, “Why should I come here? Why should I look at their affection? Hi, Naya. You're just a widow picked up by a rich man who just happens to feel sorry for you. Never expect more.”

In the evening, when I came home. Naya was sad again, raising suspicion.

“Why are you so moody like this, Nay?” haikal asked, seeing his second wife.

Naya shakes her head, “It's okay,” she is, “maybe it's just your feeling.”

‘Maybe I have to have a child first so that I am given the same attention, her inner’ guesses. The woman also tried to tempt her husband for the sake of their relationship in order to have a little progress. If not, who started it, then who else?

The man also gasped. The wife he had known all this time was quiet, now sitting on his lap with seductive behavior. A wife he had never touched, sued him for having equal rights.

Haikal realized, this is not how he treated his two wives. He had to remain fair despite the difference in his heart. But the advantages he had, he never told anyone, about who he loved the most and about who was superior to himself. That's called justice.

Even with Ros. From month to month, until the following year, she began to understand that love was not everything. The world will not end without love.

"It doesn't matter to me even if my husband is divided. Because I get a lot of love from many people, especially God....

“I believe there are still many women out there who suffer the same fate as me, but the proof is that they are still fine. Like me too,” murmured Ros again, smiling as his first son began to walk. She is pregnant again, her second child.

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