Ballad First Wife
Lightning in the middle of the night

"I'm getting married again!" said Andre casually.

Although the sentence was spoken in a relaxed tone but in my ears like the sound of thunder and thunder that was earthy to each other.

"Ba.. how can it be?" I said stammer. I'm shocked and sad. My heart hurts so much.

"Yes, everything has a cause. You used to refuse when I had sex as a man I needed, so I married again.'

Whahuh? That's the only reason.

" Well, I've often refused that before, haven't I ever rejected your invitation lately. I often offer myself to you. It is you who ignored me!!" my answer was half-screaming, spilling all the claustrophobic stuff in my heart.

Andre was silent.

"Is this retribution because of my old attitude, Mom? You want to punish me?"

"I want to have a child!" Andre explained another reason.

"You think I don't want to have kids? The doctor said I wasn't barren. I'm healthy. If until now we have not been blessed with children, it is not my fault, mas." I began to sob.

Aren't you the one with the problem, why am I the one you punish.

"You are also too picky. You're more concerned about Ryan than I am. You always buy her good food, but not for me."

"What, Mas? Doesn't every buy me always buy you? And all this time I was thinking, you and I were her parents, even if it was just foster parents, I thought you were willing to sacrifice for her, just like me." I'm starting to get hooked. Cry broke.

"This is your reply, after everything I've done for you. Here's your reply to me. All right if that is the case, we better divorce." I said as I stood about to leave Andre mas.

Andre stood up and hugged me from behind.

"No! I have no desire to divorce you."

"Then what do you want?" I asked in a weak voice because my crying was getting stronger.

"Help me. We try to live three lives yes.please accept her as my second wife!" pinta Mas Andre's.

My heart is broken. I thought he didn't want a divorce because he was leaving the woman, but he wanted me to be polygamous. My whole life has never been imagined to be polygamous. All this time I looked at my husband as a faithful man.

He was a lot of flaws, but in my eyes he was a good man.

I sat down weak.

"Who is he?"

Andre sat down.

"He's a man from this town too."

"Where did you meet?" my many. There's no way he's a co-worker because all I know of Mas Andre's co-workers are men.

"In the Club" he replied.

Ah yes I forgot. Club or association.

I'm silent. I used to accompany him to gather with his friends at the club. But gradually I felt uncomfortable. I finally pulled away. My discomfort came when I saw how much association at the club was unhealthy. Men and women mingle and joke around with each other without any limit on which mahram is not. That also makes me often quarrel with Andre mas. His activities at the club.

"He's a member of the club?" ask me in a desperate tone.

"No. He's just a visitor. I helped him when he was having trouble."

"And finally you guys are intensely in touch, right? You know you cheated. Maybe now your relationship is halal. But you cheated before. Athaghfirullah, yes. How many times have I told you, don't have an intense chat with a woman who isn't your mahram. This is what I was afraid of." I cried again. It hurts so bad.

Andre hugged me. Instead, he apologized, and he went back to begging me to accept the woman.

"He's a good man. He looks just like you. He also doesn't like my activities at the club. Just like you."

"If what's in her is in me, why marry her." I'm sad.

Andre released his arms on my body. Face changed.

"There's a reason for the consequences" he said later.

"Call him mas!"

"For what?"

"I want to talk to him."

"Speak what?"

"Yes talk to women. You're asking me to accept someone I don't know at all. Call him mas!" I said forcefully.

Andre finally called the woman.

"Hallo." a woman's voice picked up the phone. A voice that I don't know why I feel that this woman is evil. Look at his voice.

"Umi, my wife wants to talk" said Mas Andre.

Umi's.. Andre called him Umik.

"For what, Bi? He'll insult me." The woman replied.

Oh they called umi and abi.

"I'm not that kind of person" I said because Mas Andre meloud called it. Andre handed me his phone.

"Bak I'm Mas Andre's wife." I said as I greeted while strengthening my heart.

"Yes" he replied.

"Why did you want to marry Mas Andre?" tananyaku fishing.

"Why not? I'm a single woman, and men can marry more than one" she replied lightly.

Jleb. This kind of woman you say is good. Women who hurt other women.

"It's your fault that you can't take care of your husband, don't blame him for finding another wife. So if you have a husband, do not be crazy about work. Although a lot of work, but still the husband was noticed." at length the woman lectured me.

O Allah, where does he have such thoughts. Andre told me I didn't notice. Tega you Mas. You're my husband.you're like a dress to me. Cover aibku. But you opened it too.

From my brief conversation with my husband's second wife, I know. Their relationship started with mutual confidences. My husband confided in her about his dissatisfaction with my attitude.

Heart's crushed. Fifteen years I accompanied him without demanding anything from him, like this was the reply I received.

I stood up and left Mas Andre alone in the room.

"Sir, where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"Let me alone, Mom. I need it myself." I replied. I went to my son's room. He was sleeping. I caress his head. My tears broke without me being able to stand.

Apparently I woke him up.

"Mother why?" he asked as his hands tried to wipe away my tears.

"Mother misses the same sister. Mother dear sister." I replied while hugging her. He patted my back as if trying to calm myself down.

O Allah, strengthen the servant. Give the servant a clue.

Ryan, my son, went back to sleep. I lay by his side while staring at the sky of the room. Remembering all my house trips.

Everything must end here, Rabb. Fifteen years old, is my household only fifteen years old. There seems to have been no serious problems all this time, Rabb. Why did this suddenly happen.

I got up and walked out to take ablution. I prayed two rakaats and then I poured all my Rabb. I spilled my tears. I was crying all over the bed.

Yes Rabb.

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