My Husband's Second Love
Episode 110's

Nehan POVs

H-4

Four more days. Preparation is almost fifty percent. This show is not open to my mom yet. I followed all my instructions, and so did Sekar. The woman became extraordinarily obedient to me with all the ridiculous manner of sulking her.

Today I asked for time to visit my mother. I can't refuse it anymore, because it's been reasoned several times.

"Let you tell me."

That's why I was a few days ago when she said she wanted to tell mom before the wedding day.

"We don't need to visit mom, it'll be troublesome."

That's the reason I'm at another time, when Sekar is trying to get me to meet mom to ask for her blessing.

"I want to ask for blessing, what is the difficulty of taking a moment to go to your father's house. I promise I won't tell you that our wedding is just a few days away."

This time his sulking mode reached the level of the god level.

"Yes, get ready, I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

"Remember, you can't tell mom. Let him know for himself when you prepare a place for a marriage contract," I reminded Sekar with a firm tone.

"Yes, the important thing is we ask for the blessing of the mother. She's your mother lo mas, the one who gave birth and raised you."

I knew he meant to take my heart by talking like that. When behind me Sekar talks bad things about mom.

Every time I hear Sekar's conversation that calling my mother makes me nauseous. He'll talk sweet and polite full of drama. But as soon as the conversation was over she always grumbled about how upsetting mom was in her life.

Ever since I installed the recording device, I heard a lot of interesting things. Sometimes it makes me angry, laugh sometimes it's disgusted or I'm burning passion.

One day I heard him passing wind in a loud voice. Then praise her own beauty for conquering me again.

Or at another moment I heard him sigh to satisfy himself. Something she used to do when we were married, and it burned me out. I admit that everything is my own entertainment.

As of right now, I heard he was monologuing.

Musti dandan who is beautiful because he wants to meet the future in-laws.

Several times the sound of two objects made of glass touched to produce a clinking sound. I thought it was a cosmetic device that touched the glass of the dressing table.

Despite being a nyebelin, she is the mother of my second husband-to-be. Married a second time to the same man, who would have expected this to happen in my life.

I continued to listen to him talk while still trying to concentrate on the road ahead.

Lady Siti...

He called his house assistant.

Please cut the fruit, my stomach is hungry, but if I eat now it will be too full.

Okay Mom...

Apparently he asked for cut fruit to prop up the stomach. Once he did, indeed who would invite him to eat. Just look at it later. I'll take her home before dinner. Let him starve.

Is it pretty yet?

Now he must be done dancing.

Beautiful Mom.

Surely I am beautiful, otherwise my ex-husband will not want to come back with me again. Don't you?

Yes Ma'am, right.

That's right, I won't deny she's a beautiful young woman.

But why do I not feel confident.

I changed the volume setting of the headset to a little louder.

Don't be sad, ma'am. I*why don't you care ma'am.

I don't know if I feel anything strange. It was all too easy, but before, my father was so angry with me.

You're a good man, ma'am, trust me same mr*.

Hearing Siti's words my heart was touched. I took off the headset and threw it away. I have to be strong, for the sake of the children. I cannot be weakened by compassion. Sekar is not a good woman like me. I was the man who hurt the mother of my children.

I got out of the car by constantly reassuring myself, Sekar is entitled to all the retaliation that will be done. Not for the sake of anyone but for his own good, so that he realizes what he has done and will do is not the right thing.

"Yes sir."

There has not been a minute Sekar appeared with the mode panjanya, "kok not enter first mas?" his hand immediately hooked my arm.

"We must hurry, I have another promise later from father's place," a little lie will not have much effect on my already mountainous sin.

He said without protest the woman got into the car. Contacting my mother on the way.

Until my father's house, as I expected, my mother greeted us with a friendly smile. His favorite ghost candidate who came, surely mother will be sweet.

"Let's go in here."

His smile was wide. Even to Rumi who used to be her daughter-in-law, never did mom smile that wide

The two welcome each other by giving warm hugs and kisses on the cheeks.

"Piye how are you Nduk?" greet mother.

"Good bloomer."

"Well, yeah this is what my mom has been waiting for. You two came without any interference from the third person."

What say?

"Rumi's not the third person, ma'am," I sneered.

"Make mother, Rumi is the third person."

My eyes glanced at my mother. I have to be polite because there is Sekar.

When I looked more closely, there was something strange on my mother's face. There are some plasters that are almost the same color as the skin sticking small here and there. And so is his hand.

"Mother why?" Sekar touched the hands and face of the mother with his pretentious action to pay attention.

"Fall in your father's rose garden."

"It should have been destroyed and replaced with a plant that could be consumed" mumbling mother almost inaudibly.

"Don't touch that rose garden!"

His voice sounded from the room. Apparently my dad was in there. Mom nodded hearing that.

"How are you Han?" he gave me a hug and patted me on the shoulder a few times.

He approached her and took her to sit next to him.

"Some time to talk to Mom."

I watched Sekar's and mother's behavior with the tail of my eyes. But he surprised me by patting me on the shoulder and taking me away.

"Let them talk, you come with me. We're going to the central park. The air in the garden is so cold this afternoon."

I nodded and followed my father.

"Anyone who replaces it turns out to follow the usual ritual mbok Nah ya sir," I said when looking at the garden table there was warm tea and afternoon snacks that we could enjoy.

"That's not the ritual Well, it's all the father asked for."

I chuckled, "yes, of course, a servant would not do anything without his master's orders."

"Han," you gave me a sign to sit down.

"Preparation for the show is almost done."

"The father rented a table for a contract and several chairs for guests."

"Because the show is in the middle of a rose garden that is already colorful so you do not order decorations or decorations in any form, only later there will be table covers and chairs as sweeteners."

"As for you, the important thing is that the place should be there sir," I looked straight into the middle of the garden where the lights began to turn on.

"Perhaps you want to order colors for table and chair covers?"

"No need sir, you're the only one who's interested in how good it is."

Everything is in order, according to plan. I didn't want to tell mom exactly when the event was held because I didn't want to give mom the chance to invite so many people.

What is clear is that I will not tell anyone about the arrival of Rumi and my two children on the first day. Let it be a sweet surprise for Sekar.

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