My Husband's Second Love
Episodes 109

Nehan POVs

"Have you seen your mother?" ask father.

We were talking in the apartment where I was staying. I just called him.

"Mother? stop calling her my mother, sir!" my heart cannot accept it. My hot eyes held back the nearly dripping dew.

I sighed, "however she took care of you Han."

"Don't force Nehan to understand and accept her as my mother, sir."

"I was a child, I had no choice but to follow my destiny."

"Again not Ajeng who took care of me but Mbok Nah. He never cared about Nehan. The woman just commands and asks Nehan to do something, but never gives Nehan any affection, even the mother cat keeps her cubs better than Ajeng takes care of Nehan."

Breath hunting. I used to not realize all that. I just thought you were busy, but now it's different.

You shut up, no longer argue, "sit Han, don't be rude to the parents."

I lowered my hand that was pointing at my father and slammed my body into the sofa.

"Tell me what you want to tell Han."

"A lot of people want Han to talk to you. Han needs a father to believe, whatever Nehan does later his goal is good and doesn't want to hurt anyone."

He frowned, his eyes were full of questions, but then he nodded.

"Tell me, even if you want to get justice for your mother, I won't stop her."

"One ask the father, I know you can not love Ajeng, even so do not hurt the old woman, because he who has been accompanying the father in trouble and pleasure."

"Nehan can't promise that sir!" cold answer. Father returned to sigh.

I started my story about Lita. I said that Sekar deliberately wanted to use our baby to tie me up. But the paid nurse instead wanted to have our baby for herself and exchange it for the dead baby's body.

Father's hand clenched over the thigh. I know he's holding back emotions.

"Where's my grandson now?"

"I'll tell you later, sir, but you have to promise to help Nehan uncover everything."

"One more father can't tell all this to Bu Ajeng."

Sadness was clearly on my face again. The anger that had been radiated so dim because it replaced sad who had no idea what.

"Stop calling your wife by her name. Stay as before."

"If you're still turning to the problem of the way Nehan called someone, it looks like Nehan has to do everything on his own without your help" my daughter.

"Well, you give up, go on, tell me what your plan is."

I refocused on explaining my plan, but only on the part that I needed my father involved.

"Nehan plans to marry Sekar Pak soon."

"What?"

"What a nutcase you are!"

"How can you marry such an irresponsible woman?!"

"Don't be surprised, sir."

"Nehan wants you to help on condition that you shut up and support Nehan without buts."

"Okay, you shut up!"

Then I listened again without comment. His head was shaking a sign of understanding. Even though I can't tell you everything.

"So it's your job to prepare all the wedding supplies. Remember, Nehan wanted to get married in the middle of his father's rose garden."

"When should you prepare for your wedding?"

"Fastly sir."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

"The task of the father is only to prepare a place for some guests. Nehan doesn't want any over-invitation, there's no need to invite a big family."

"Even though you're a little confused but you'll follow what you want."

"To prepare Sekar, I will tell your mother."

I shook my head, "don't ask you to do anything sir."

"Let us prepare the others ourselves."

It could be a mess of the planning world if Mak damps it in.

H-5

"Today we're shopping for clothes, right?"

My hands hugged me tightly. We were walking towards the car parked in the yard. I was forced to pick up Sekar at the house he occupied because he did not want me to meet outside.

"You sure want to buy some more clothes. Kebaya that we used at that time when the marriage contract is still good."

"No way, that shirt holds bad memories, I don't want to be unlucky to wear it again later."

Whatever you say. I'll obey everything you want.

"Well that's up, I'll go with you what you want" I replied casually.

I grimaced and walked around to get to the side of the wheel.

"Where are we going?" I asked, the car started to drive out of the yard.

"To my boutique subscription. Good stuff, I fit the clothes in there."

"You can choose the right suit."

I glanced a little, "I don't need to buy new, my suit's still a lot."

"But this time I want it to be silver."

"It's good that you wear a silver suit."

Silver color? Yuni can laugh at me to bedwetting. Me and silver anyway? not very.

"No, I'm wearing black. You choose clothes or kebaya that are white. Like a bride in general."

Just frowning, "how the hell, what difference does our first marriage with our second marriage. I still can't determine anything."

"What an ordinary one!" Just mimicking the way I talk, "wear the white one, like a typical bride."

"Mending we do not need to marry again, you do not intend."

I smiled, "if you don't want to be okay, I don't mean anything."

She faced me and glared, her hands placed on her waist, "no, I'm just giving up what's important we're married to," her voice sounded clear in my ears.

"Well, that's dong, good girl," I ruffled her unraveling hair.

Arriving at the intended boutique it turns out that what was spoken did not match what I thought. Last time he said he was giving up, I thought he was going to give up in the real sense. Choosing one dress already, but in fact almost all the wedding dresses that he tried.

What the hell, my time is up just to do this useless thing.

Ting, one message came in. The World Hell Group.

Yuni

Again what you are, the chance to be alone continues, use the excuse of nyiapin wedding ceremony abal-abal.

Is this a child, suddenly send a tone message like an angry gini? or is Yuni jealous? I hit my head, crazy mind.

Rumi

He was that mas from earlier. Ngomel continues to fear you are washed away. From yesterday you did not report he said.

Idih what is my commander, told all reports.

I

Yes, this is reported, again in a clothing store for weddings.

Yuni

Ih, don't want to know. No need for reports.

What is angry at all?!

"Mas," I was surprised to see Sekar suddenly walking towards me. He must be irritated, seeing me from earlier busy holding the phone.

Nervous of my nerves, I flipped my phone and put it on the table.

"From the last look at the hape continue, look at me who is trying dong clothes," Sekar put his chest right on my arm, making me wheeze to eliminate the nervousness and heat that suddenly ambushed.

I am a normal man after all. Some are tender nempel like this others become hardened. I gently distanced my body.

"Mbak Sekar, come here maybe want to see our other collections," from a distance the boutique employee waved his hand calling Sekar.

"It was called mbaknya," fortunately, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I faintly heard a voice from below. Some people are talking. It looks like from my phone.

Sure enough, I touched it wrong. It turned out that I touched the group phone icon that made Yuni shout, while Juna and Rumi laughed out loud.

"Woi, Raden mas crazy. Damn you, why are you using all group phone, let us know you're alone again and the same woman is less scratchy?!"

"Haha..." Rumi laughed loudly.

"It looks like Nehan didn't realize he was pushing the group's phone button."

This time Juna spoke.

"It was unintentional" I said.

"Who's the phone?!" Sekar asked from where he was standing, but of course it still sounded on the phone.

Yuni said again, "waduh.mesra really sounds mbak Kunti. Just be ready later on the day H meets us-we, I make blood cry it's a girl."

"Who the hell is the phone?" yell out again.

"Woi, answer that, rich people are cheating on you!" yuni was still the one who spoke. I wonder where Rumi is?

"Nobody," I finally answered while turning off the phone.

Why that crazy woman. It seems he was once blasphemous. To the extent that Yuni hates me. He realized that the boundary between love and hate was only as thick as a thread. Don't she like me?!

Ih.. amit-amit, don't be. I can be skinny if I match her.

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