MAKE ME SECOND
THE PAIN

Yasinta dropped his body on his bed. This time she was discouraged and did not want to hope for her husband to come to her room again. It has been almost two hours from him sending the chat but Pradana also did not visit him.

" Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in the dry season" Yasinta said as she wiped her tears that fell at the end of her eyes.

Yasinta finally fell asleep because she waited for her husband not to come to her. For Pradana, Yasinta may not be his wife. His real wife is Mandala.

******

That morning as usual Pradana was preparing to go to the office. Yasinta had already prepared some dishes on the table. Mandala is preparing her favorite black coffee Pradana. Then put it on the dining table. Mandala and Yasinta were both sitting in the dining room waiting for Pradana to come out of her room.

" Mandalas! How does it feel to be loved by your husband?" yasinta asked while looking seriously at the innocent face of Mandala's.

Mandala stared at the face of the woman she had hurt.

" Yasinta Ma'am, I'm sorry!" sahut Mandala said that sentence.

" All right! It's not entirely your fault. And neither is my husband's fault, Mas Pradana. Maybe it was my destiny to accept such a fate. But I still haven't given up, Mandala. I'm sure one day, Pradana will like me." Yasinta said expectantly.

" Aamiin! Hope it is mbak. I really don't want this injustice to happen to Ms. Yasinta. I want Mas Pradana to love Yasinta. Really for God's sake!" the word Mandala is very sincere.

" Yes I know. You really are a good woman. No wonder my husband loved you so much. By marrying me, she still does not change to like you. I never even got touched by him. You should be proud of this." Yasinta's story.

" Yasinta's mother! I'm sorry!" sahut Mandala again.

" It's okay! It's not your fault." Yasinta finally said.

" Nunggu mas Pradana is not busy, Ma'am." replied Mandala.

" How about now? I'm not busy, you know. All of us shopping for these baby clothes.Do you know the gender?" yasinta.

"The doctor said it was a man, mbak."

replied Mandala with sparkling eyes for pleasure.

" Thank God! I like baby boys." Yasinta said with a smile.

Suddenly Pradana came to both of them. Pradana kissed Mandala so sincerely and then turned to Mandala's distended stomach. After that Pradana sat down near Mandala. Mandala is not happy to see Yasinta who did not get a kiss from Pradana. Yasinta's face looked sad but she tried to hide it by lowering her head.

" So, I can ask Mandala to check the contents and after that shopping for clothes for this little one is not?" ask Yasinta to Pradana.

" No need! Later if I'm a little loose let me alone between Mandala check the contents and shopping for clothes for my baby" Pradana said while enjoying black coffee made from Mandala. The drinks made by Yasinta were not drunk.

" So, this is me also making you a cappucino coffee" said Yasinta while thrusting and a little closer to the front of Pradana.

" Oh okay! But I don't usually drink cappucino coffee in the morning. I'm just black coffee. Who did this make?" kata Pradana still enjoys black coffee nearby.

Mandala was getting more and more unwell with the situation she saw. Although he was very loved by Pradana, but he became uncomfortable because he contributed to hurting Yasinta.