Loving Husband Interlude
32. New Friends Meet

"Bak, do you still love Azam's mas?" ask Mala.

"Eh, why ask that?" ask Najwa in wonder.

"May I tell you?" ask Mala now.

"All right, what story do you want?" ask Najwa in wonder.

"I'm sorry that I'm so familiar with Najwa."

"Ngga anything. Just tell me." said Najwa.

Mala smiled happily, she was just trying to find a solution. Even if it does not work later it does not matter, Mala thought.

"Since I was married before Azam, my brother said that someone would propose to me. I didn't know he was a widower, and I accepted him right away. I thought Azam liked me too, but he told me that he would get married in two weeks.

I accept it, and after marriage Azam said that my marriage with him was only a condition and a contract. My brother asked to marry KUA, so be it good. I who know nothing is just leaving. Over time, Azam was nice to me. And we have done our duty as husband and wife.

Until finally Azam knew that I was ..."

Mala did not continue her words, she looked at Najwa. There were curious eyes on Najwa's face, Mala looked down again. He took a deep breath, ashamed that he said it. But trying is obligatory to maintain a relationship?

"I'm pregnant with Azam's child, mbak" Mala said at last.

"Pregnant?!" ask Najwa in shock.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Waaah, thank God then. It turned out that what Azam wanted was achieved" Najwa said happily.

Although he was also a little disappointed, but he was happy to also hear Azam's wife was pregnant. Wasn't she divorced because she wasn't pregnant?

"Congratulations, how many weeks?" asked Najwa enthusiastically.

Mala was astonished by Najwa's attitude who was so happy to hear she was pregnant. She smiled, maybe Najwa's mind was the same as hers. But in contrast to Azam, Mala was suddenly moody.

"It's been two months since then, but Azam still doesn't like it if I'm pregnant" Mala lirih replied.

Najwa was silent, he was fixated on Mala's words. Confused also why Azam did not like his wife pregnant.

"Why?"

"He will still pursue Najwa, hik hik. Me, just being the second one" said Mala suddenly sobbed.

Najwa approached, hugging the crying Mala. His heart was also sore, why should Azam say that. To divorce Mala is also impossible, as she is pregnant.

And himself?

Does she want to be a second wife, and her husband is polygamous?

Mala took off Najwa's embrace, she wiped away her tears. Shame about crying in front of the woman her husband loves.

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't mean I'm blocking Najwa's love from falling in love with Azam. But I didn't expect to get pregnant, after all I was also ..., hik hik hik."

Najwa was silent, he knew what Mala was going to say. Najwa lowered his head, taking a deep breath. And still silently looked at Mala.

"I love Azam, ma'am. Sorry if I loved my husband. Hik hik hik."

"Why apologize? It's natural to love your husband, even you have to." said Najwa.

Mala looked up, she did not expect Najwa to say so. He looks for a disappointed face for Najwa, but she is able to complete what Mala is looking for.

"Isn't Najwa disappointed?"

"Why be disappointed? For three months, even living together. Doing things together and sleeping together, causing a sense of love is natural. It's halal, your love for your husband is halal. Don't apologize to me, if Azam still ignores Mala. Wait, patience. There will be a time when Mala can love her too" Najwa told Mala.

"Yes, I know. Even though it was small and so the second one" Mala said, feeling that Najwa was winning with his words.

They talked for a long time, until the afternoon. And finally Mala said goodbye.

"I'm sorry if I came and told you about my problem, Najwa. If Najwa wants to marry Mas Azam, do it. I have nothing, what matters is that my child after giving birth there is his papa. That's it." Mala said she finally realized that coming to Najwa's house told her everything was meaningless.

"Don't apologize, and don't think about everything. I am sure God will give the best life for Mala and me too" Najwa said wisely.

"Yes, and I asked for Najwa. Don't tell Azam that I came here. I promise this is the last time I see Najwa" Mala said.

"Why not come again? We can be friends" said Najwa.

"Come on, look at it later. Sorry again, ma'am."

"I'm sorry, too."

"Then I went home first. I was afraid Azam would come home sooner, and be asked where I was going" Mala said.

"Yes, it's best to go home before your husband comes home first. Because it is not good for a wife to leave without the husband's knowledge" said Najwa.

"Yes, I know. Then I say goodbye. Assalamu alaikum." said Mala.

"Wa aleikum salam." replied Najwa.

Mala stepped pergu leaving Najwa, he immediately entered the taxi he ordered. And the car went, entered Arsyil's motorbike into his yard.

He stopped the motor in front of the house. The man saw the door open, but his wife was not there. He wondered why Najwa's door was not open and he saw a taxi stop in front of his yard.

"Assalamu aleikum, deck?!"

"Wa aleikum salam."

Arsyil was relieved that there was a greeting from inside. It turned out that Najwa did not enter the taxi, he entered. Najwa welcomed her husband and endured it.

"Have you come home bang?" ask Najwa.

"Yes, my brother is here" replied Arsyil.

"Heheh, yes."

"Oh yes, there was a car stopped in front and left again. Are there any guests?" asked Arsyil to guess curiously.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who?"

"New friends know bang."

"New friends know?"

"Not to think about it, brother mandu just there. It stinks his body."

"Lho, brother in the office. Not anywhere."

"But it stinks, it's been a bath" said Najwa, closing his nose grimacing.

Arsyil looked at his nose-piercing wife, and she went into his room. Picking up his towel, his mind still wondered about Najwa's new friend. Who her?

"New friend?"

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