WEDDING THORN

TWO WIVES HURT

“Munda.” Imel grimaced his knee more and more pain, even the wound was widening and a lot of blood was pouring.

Asna who kept calling heard the voice of Imel, but nowhere. Then, he stepped into the grass that was a bit low from the asphalt road. He walked slowly, then heard a groaning sound in his ear.

He searched intensely, then turned to the right, and his eyes faded to see Imel in pain.

“Astagfirullah, son, what are you doing here?” Asna panicked and saw many wounds on her legs.

Without a second thought, Asna directly carried Imel's body whose body could still be lifted. He immediately took Imel to the hospital, giving him first aid.

"Prophey, baby! Mommy will take Imel to the hospital." wipe him.

***

New Home.

While in different places, Arkan was restless not getting an answer from Asna. It's not usually that he ignores Arkan's calls.

Because no matter how busy Asna is, she always picks up her phone, then says if it's busy.

However, this time there was no answer or command, making Arkan think negatively.

“Can he be angry about it this morning?” think Arkan who stands in the doorway. He forgot because he just left, forgetting Asna who had not had time to kiss his hand, holding Dira directly.

“Bang Arkan, please bring the suitcase that is still on the terrace into,” said Dira asked for help, She watched her husband who was staring at the screen of his phone restlessly.

I don't know what he's thinking, but Dira can guess. Who else if not Mba Asna. In his mind, there was indeed only Mba Asna even his entire body soul was spent by an Mba Asna.

The man did not answer, still silent in his silence as if something was disturbing his hearing.

“Bang.” Dira rubs Arkan's arm gently.

“Ah, Yes, Dik.” Arkan blinked seeing Dira already standing beside him.

“Someone can help you?”

“Abang daydreaming, is there something?” ask Dira curiously.

Arkan was fixated, since when Dira was there and watching his daydreams. After all how could he know if he was thinking about something?!

Ah, it's not good living with two different wives home. It feels like the heart is haunted by the guilt and anxiety that exists. In fact, both are legitimate, but his heart is not calm and feels cheating from the first wife. That's what Arkan now feels, it feels if you want to repeat the time, Arkan should firmly not obey Asna to marry again.

I don't know why his fate became like this. He was unhappy and agitated, thinking of two women not to want to be hurt at once.

Is he the one who thinks about Asna when he is with Dira? Ah, it feels like he wants to be split in two so that he can accompany each of them without having to switch one position to another.

The deg!

In fact, Dira could guess the contents of his mind now. Really, isn't it fair to Dira now?

Arkan sighed, then focused on looking at Dira. “Hmm, not an important thing ko, Dik. Already, no need to worry. Last time asked for help what?”

His hand had been propped up on Dira's shoulder so that the woman, no longer looking as if she did not want to open up to him.

Dira who heard her husband's reply frowned in wonder. It was so bad, and there was no harm, he knew. After all, he was also his wife or indeed Arkan himself never considered himself as his wife.

The woman did not know, but as strong as possible Dira forced her position was indeed unable to change, because in her heart only Mba Asna as the winner.

Arkan felt guilty for ignoring Dira's question. “Dik, sorry Brother. You don't want to be jealous.”

He said again and took a look at Dira's sad bead. Without being told, Dira understood what she was thinking.

“Do I have no right to know, Bang? Even up to this point, my brother still thinks of me like everyone else. Sorry, if I was presumptuous,” said Dira speaking politely.

The deg!

Arkan dilemma, the position of Asna and Dira is the same even rights and obligations are the same, nothing is distinguished. However, in terms of heart Arkan needs time to accept Dira completely.

Honestly did not want to hurt, but to tell him about Asna, he was reluctant to feel. Especially to just share the story, because the heart of a woman is very sensitive and easily very fragile.

“Im sorry Brother, Brother. Brother is wrong, but you do not distinguish yourself from Asna. You are equal in position, but on the one hand Brother is not used to you and feels reluctant.”

Arkan begins to explain and may be somewhat ill received by Dira, but that is the case. He also cannot lie about his feelings.

“Dira understood, Bang, but Dira please do not consider Dira as a stranger like this. Dira also deserves to know what Dira's husband is feeling. If it is like that, it feels Dira is also useless for Brother,” said Dira jerking both hands Arkan who is on the shoulder.

Marriage is only a few hours running, but Dira can feel the alienation since kabul is spoken.

He immediately ran with tears, which could no longer be contained. Then go inside and close the door.

“Dik, open the door. Sorry Brother, Dik,” said Arkan is full of mistakes. Shouldn't have secluded himself even he had wrongly left the first night that ran into Asna's house.

There's no sound. Arkan slumped his body in front of the door in tears. His legs were so limp and his feelings were full of sin.

'Yes, Rabb, one side I was wrong. I should have been able to find out more, why Asna was so forced to match all this. Even I can't seem to wish Asna's inner Arkan heart, feeling pain when it hurts two women now.

TBC.