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The choked womb, not expecting to be called by another name with a clear voice. He stuttered. The loss of ability he said was caused by the vulnerability when exchanging faces. How gently the eyes look up. Her husband was stunned to see the shadow of his first wife until Rahma immediately lost confidence.

“I'm not Vita ..” shrewd Rahma replied that soured the man's smile.

“Gosh. Awake, Bang!” alif said. “Don't be shy, it's Rahma. Long time you so not sane.” Alif stood up to leave the two of them. “I have to go, Rah. Whatever you want to do he.”

Rahma just nodded. After Alif had left, Rahma fed Yudha in silence. There is not a word that Rahma uttered. That's because he was afraid this could trigger a fight.

Although this fact is not easily accepted in his heart, but Rahma can immediately understand because it is already a risk of marrying a married man. However, Vita remains the first woman Yudha touches in her life.

Yudha's situation was much better the following weeks. The man had already started talking even if it was only as necessary. Yes, very different because usually Yudha always warm to him. Now no longer—or maybe not because it is still in an atmosphere of mourning itself.

Even at night—if Rahma invites her husband to talk about what he is doing today, then that looks just listening without trying to understand it. As if all that wasn't important.

In his heart, Yudha always hoped his wife would quickly end her long description because of the overall content that sounded was a series of complaints. Either because there was no other topic or because he was basically like that?

But come to think of it, hearing too much of someone complaining can make it risky too!

There are still many problems in this world that are more worthy of the man to listen to, than trivial complaints about the problems of women's networks.

Furthermore, Yudha experienced a kind of strange behavior that some who noticed her noticed. Yudha became very quiet and shy. This was clearly the difference since he was the one who spoke little before.

Although there is no other work after returning from the office, whatever he does at home is always in a hurry. Yudha wanted to quickly go to the library after that. Always was. He was too busy up there as if he were listening to his books.

Thus Yudha did because he did not want to see wrong or mispronounce the name. Because what appears in his eyes is always changing.

Strange indeed. What he feels now is like a kind of behavior of people who are affected by mental disorders.

Although there is no more Vita there, but he still gave his time fairly.

The time given to Rahma remains three days. Four days he will use himself. Sometimes sleeping in Vita's room, sometimes sleeping in the office, or sometimes taking the time to find his first wife as best he can.

This change of Yudha was heard to Nely's ears. Rahma was forced to complain about this to her parents because she no longer knew who to share with.

It was impossible for the woman to complain about what she was in nature to her two in-laws, because it seemed. They look different. Especially since they knew, was the main cause of Vita's departure at that time.

What happened to his daughter made Nely more angry. The intention to keep marrying his son to Yudha so that his daughter's life would be better and her degree raised higher, was not conveyed. Because lately what Rahma received was a sad blow.

Nely also suspected that Yudha had remarried. This is seen from the behavior of Yudha which is very similar to the actions of men who are distorting. Rarely come home, lack of attention to his wife, quiet and likes to be alone.

“I'm sure you've married again secretly, Yudha!” the sharp accusation was leveled out loud at the time he was suddenly visited. Come alone with a peaking anger.

Luckily there was no Abah and Umi at home because at that time he was still in their Hajj gift shop. Otherwise, Yudha could have guaranteed Nely's arrival could have made matters even bigger!

“I don't accept my daughter being treated this way,” she continued more and more.

“Alah, lie to you. I'm sure a young man like you has many wife elements. Just like Abahmu.”

“Bu, hold Mom's emotions. Don't look for a commotion here,” forbid Rahma very worried this problem will spread everywhere.

Rahma knew how pointy her mother's mouth was. She could see that she was arguing with her husband at home. Not infrequently, objects float and cause fractions. Making a ward concussion.

“Silence, you. Mom's like this because she wants to defend you. If you are oppressed, you must not be silent. You have to fight, okay?”

Yudha smiled, she responded calmly. “I never bullied my wife, never at all. Oppressed like what do you mean?”

“Where, you all this time? You always leave it,” Nely said without knowing bontot-bontot problems.

“Ibu—”

“Shut!” quickly selamak. “Let Mom talk. You are too quiet. So this guy can be just like you.”

Back to the topic. Nely looked at his daughter-in-law again.

“Leave where?” asked Yudha who was again confused to respond to where this conversation was going. The man turned to his wife and frowned. As if asking, ‘What is this really?’

“You haven't come home very often lately. Aye right? You can't do that, Yudha. Moreover, Rahma is pregnant with your child,” Nely said again sounding more demanding.

Hearing Nely say just now, made Yudha understand. “I know, there is nothing less than me for Rahma. He still got three days because the other day belonged to my first wife.”

“Omong empty. He's out of here now. What are you going to share?”

“Vita is still my wife, I never divorced her,” Yudha firmly dared to look Nely in the eye sharply so as to make the woman seem more reluctant.

Yudha's gaze turned to Rahma at this time, “And you are Rahma. Be careful about telling household problems. Couples are clothes. If you indulge in the disgrace of this family it means the same as you strip me in front of them.”

Rahma stunned. For a moment he looked down. Regretting the guilty self for daring to tell his household problems to the wrong person. Though she herself already knew, what her mother's character was like; the old woman was a bit stupid who actually could not control herself the most.

When Yudha left his wife, Rahma walked quickly to pursue him. “Wait, Brother. Yeah, I know, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

Yudha looked at him for a moment. His face was disappointed. Her ears were still ringing and her heart was hot to hear her mother-in-law's words just now.

“Come as many times as you want.”

Shortly after Yudha left, Rahma was stunned. In his own room he flicked the entire contents of his desk to make the contents scatter.

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To Be Continued