My Husband's Second Love
Episode 116's

Sekar POVs

I'm afraid, Nehan's family must have reported it to the authorities. After changing clothes, I went to the hospital. I don't know whose clothes I'm wearing. From a distance I saw my father and Rumi waiting in front of the ICU room.

I'm sorry ma'am, I'm really dark-eyed. After that, get out of the hospital. Just a short walk from the opposite direction I passed Nehan and his friend. I ducked down and lowered my head. It's ridiculous that I get caught by them.

After this I'm going to Lek Broto's house. I turned off the phone and did not use any transactions in the form of m banking. If I do that, it's the same as looking to die.

Hopefully Lek Broto's house has not been satronized by the officer. Get off the cab and ask the driver to wait a little. I don't hold money in cash at all.

Because I was used to going in and out of Lek Broto's house, I went straight to the room.

"Lek," broom. Lek Broto was standing looking out the window of the room.

I opened my headgear.

"Sir, you..."

Lek Broto looked outside the door looking right left then immediately closed the room door.

"Don't talk to me, I took a taxi here. Pay me my taxicab money first."

"Yes.iya, you're here."

Lek Broto rushed out, carrying enough money to pay the taxi fare.

"Why do you do that" cried Lek Broto when he returned while closing the door.

"Don't ask Lek a lot, I'm confused myself."

"Now I need a solution. I must how."

"Yes of course hide. Piye toh Kowe iki?"

[how the hell are you]

"Yes, I understand that Lek. Now we have to hide. But hide where? I have no money at all."

"Running away takes money lek. How can Sekar live if Sekar does not have money?"

"You take money in the bank is not possible either. ATM usage can be traced to the location."

"Give me lek's solution."

Lek Broto seemed to think.

"Look, you don't take them to a hiding place. Paklek has a simple house that nobody knows about."

"You wait there, Paklek will send you money and all the needs with a man's errand."

"But you don't fuss, live a rough life there."

"I nurut lek, whatever is important I do not get tight."

"By the way lek, you can have a stash of houses that Sekar does not know, where do you get money from?"

Broto's nimble, "yes from your money, let's just say it's paklek's old-age savings. It's actually cake now."

"Here you go, now you're ready. Leave all your things at home. Put on and bring the clothes of the Chinese clothes to change, later you buy again there."

"Lek I borrowed the scissors."

"Eh, what's it doing?"

"You want to kill the paklek also because you take the money to buy a house, not much really, the price is not how much."

I scowled, "ngaco, let's go where the scissors are!"

Lek Broto got me a pair of scissors. I took off the clothes I was wearing. I cupped my hair into one and crack, I cut my hair out. The rest I cut at random until my hair ran out and my head was almost bald.

"Wo is Nduk, wes let's go there."

"It's been awaited by paklek man to send."

Paklek handed me a crackle and a medium bag. In the crackle there is a certain amount of money and in the bag there are several pieces of shirts and pants.

Lek Broto's men took me on a high-speed motorcycle ride. At the end of the alley I saw a police car passing by, almost.

At the beginning of the journey I still understand where this is going. But the longer I don't recognize the place I'm going.

The area is remote, entering the forest and roads that go up and down and still steep rocky. It could be Lek Broto buy property in such a remote place. Fucking old man, stealing from my money to buy a house. But it's useful to me now.

Arriving at the location almost dark day. The house that uncle bought was indeed very simple, typical of village houses. With cement floor and low roof.

Getting into it makes me happy, because I can take a break right away. It turns out that even though it is not inhabited this house is cleanly maintained.

I threw the bag over the bed and slammed my body after. Now I have time to think. There's no time for regrets, it's all happened, so I'm going to devise a plan to avenge what that damn guy did.

Of love? my love is frozen. The way he hurt me was incredible. With intent and careful planning. It's nice if I just let it go. But for a while I waited until it calmed down.

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Nehan POVs

I entered the main house. The conditions are empty, there are only servants who look busy cleaning the house. Some of the families who had lived also resigned after knowing the condition of my mother.

I went straight to my father's room. As soon as I entered I saw my two sleeping children, my heart calmed down.

"Children fussy mbok?" ask me on mbok Nah.

"No Ndoro, how is Ndoro's condition as a princess?" surely this one man is very sad because of his closeness to his mother.

"Mom still doesn't realize."

"I'll keep changing clothes back to the hospital."

"Ndoro is good."

"I'm picking up the kids."

"Ndoro is good."

I saw Sister Eny sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, "i trust you."

Sister Eny nodded, "thank you sir, even though I know you still don't believe a hundred percent, but I'm still grateful."

"I am also ready to take responsibility for my past sins. If at any time it takes."

"So, maybe mom's right, which is important Lita's healthy."

After giving a brief kiss to my two sleeping children, I passed towards the guest bathroom. To enter my own room is impossible because there is evidence of evil in it.

After the shower I changed to wear a shirt made of cotton to be comfortable. It will take some time to wait for my mother in the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, I stopped several times. Buying food and drinks for me and Rumi. There are also some basic needs of medicine for my father.

For the needs of Abdi who accompany the father so that later they buy themselves, I just give money.

Approaching the place where Rumi and Dad were waiting for me deg-degan. The two hugged each other, the father seemed to cry in Rumi's arms.

I can't wait to run closer. There must be something. Heart pounding, don't-don't mom...

For all our years together, it was only today that I felt afraid of losing my mother. Just a faint sense, though late but that sense of regret appeared.

"Mom, mom..."

"Why mother?" I'm getting nervous.

"Your mother's heart stopped Han, '" I cried so much.

He looked old, weak and tired. So much influence of mother over father.

I saw Rumi. I imagined that I was in the position of the father and Rumi who were inside. My world must feel doomsday.

"Father patient, don't cry, a lot of prayer."

I embrace the father. I put the crackle on the bench, "let's eat first," I open the fried rice and fried noodles I bought earlier.

I led him back to sit down, "father is not hungry, Han," his hands felt cold when he touched my skin.

"Mother must be healthy, if later I realize the sick father even makes the mother sad," Rumi helped seduce the father.

"Father can't eat Rum, how can you eat, your mother still doesn't realize Rum."

Rumi I blinked with my eyes. Let the father, will be tried again to be seduced to eat.

"Father go home first yes, change clothes continue to rest, let us take Bejo," one of the servants who was sent mbok well.

Father shakes.

"Later if anything, Han call me."

"Don't force you to go home, Han."

"To this day you must obey Nehan, "must be accompanied by a little father.

"If you love your mother, love Nehan, you go home, rest at home."

"Tomorrow morning here again."

I looked at me blankly, but finally nodded. I gave a sign to Bejo who was waiting at a place a little far away.

"Bring your father home."

"Well, Ndoro."

After my father died I took a cell phone and called Mbok Nah.

Assalamualaikum Ndoro, Ndoro as a princess is okay right?

I was asked a question when I said my greetings yet.

Waalaikumsalam, just pray that you can pass the critical period mbok.

Walah Ndoro thought there was nothing.

Mbok, you go home, please serve and pay attention to his needs. I haven't eaten either.

Well Ndoro, well.

I hung up the phone.

Looking at Rumi with her puffy eyes I reflect open my arms wide, Rumi immediately entered my arms.

"Mother's love."

"Yes, it's all my fault" I felt melow.

"Don't talk about it first. Now that matters a lot of prayers for mom."

"Sana ah, far away," apparently Rumi only realized that from earlier we were hugging.

"It's been hugged, just now it's been pushed."

"Family Lady Ajeng," a call came from the door of the room.

"Mas," we rushed over.

"Far better the family gathered. Madam Ajeng realized, the most critical period has passed. But due to old age we can't be sure the condition continues to stabilize."

I was relieved as well as Rumi, visible from the smile that appeared on her lips.

"One family can go inside, at most two people yes. Maybe we should pray together."

"Better call father, mas."

"You call dad, I'm going in first."

"He'eh," Rumi I gave up my phone to call dad while I went inside.

She lay down with a blue blanket. Many hoses were attached to his old body. If I see him like this my heart hurts, and I'm involved in this.

The mother's eyes are open even though the light is dim. His eyes follow my movements. I clasped his wrinkled hands. As long as I was his son, only today did I notice the face of the mother linger.

Now there is no longer a ketus face that mothers usually show. The always sharp eyes, the bone-piercing words, were all gone. Replacing with a frail and weak body.

"Mom."

Mom winked, but I felt like she was trying to hold my hand back.

I nodded, "mom must be strong, pity father."

Mom blinked her eyes again. Mom's chest goes up and down quickly irregularly.

"Nehan apologizes to mom," my tears dripped, my chest started to weigh.

Mother shook her head faintly.

"Nehan is grateful that I've been taking care of Nehan all this time."

Mother's tears come. I tried to stop myself from crying. I tried to smile.

"Nehan kangen scolded mom."

Mom smiled through her eyes. His breathing is getting heavier. Now my breath is only up to my neck. Heavy and intermittent.

Forgive me, God. Give me a chance to mend my relationship with my mother. I want to forgive him and clear all misunderstandings between us.

Between his heavy breaths I began to whisper words in praise of the creator. I pray that the Almighty will forgive all sins and receive his charity, even as big as a seed of Zahra.

I entered the room with a smiling face. But the smile was instantly gone when she saw the mother breathing with one long pull. Mom's eyes closed for a moment, the hand I held no longer returned my hand.

He was screaming hysterically. The doctor asked us to go to the corner of the room. All help has been done. But mom really left.

The doctor mentions the time of the mother's death and releases all the life aids attached.

I ran over to my mother, "why can't you wait for me to go."

The crying stopped. Now you fondly caress your hair, "wait for me Jeng, forgive me for ignoring you so much. I love you both. I love Nehan's mother but you're the first woman for me."

"May Allah forgive all your sins Jeng."

Every human being carries his own destiny. No human is perfect. May God give us the opportunity to repent before our breath is exhausted and our relationship with the world is cut off.

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