My Husband's Second Love
Episode 117's

Forgive the reader who Budiman, because the author must repair spare part in his, so long ga update the story. Now slowly his condition began to improve. His heart also began to work normally although it still had to slow down. Hopefully you are still waiting for the continuation of this Rumi story until the story ends.

This is my second life, so I Will start with Bismillah...

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Mas Han walked out of the room with a sad face. I can't wait for my turn to come in and see my mother tremble.

Mas Han hugged me, more precisely leaning his head on my shoulder. He was silent and said nothing. His heavy breathing touched the skin of my neck.

You don't look out. I knew that Mom was gone.

I touched my ex-husband's back and stroked him slowly. No words said.

"Rum."

"Hm."

"Mother is gone."

"I know."

Still in the same position Mas Han kept whispering.

"Why can't I cry? I'm sad but also relieved."

"Am I evil if I feel that way?"

"You have two mothers. That taste represents your presence to your two mothers."

"It's okay, it's fair, you show affection for both."

Mas Han raised his head and looked at me.

"Now I feel my incredible love for you. I'm afraid of losing you like you lost the women he loved."

Confused, must give what kind of reaction. I choose to smile.

"We concentrate on mom first."

"Mas already contacted the house guy?"

Mas Han reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Walk a little away from me to contact Mbok Nah.

I can imagine how sad Mbok Nah is. The two are very familiar as Ndoro and servant.

The body of the new mother can be taken home after waiting two hours. While the new funeral can be carried out tomorrow because the day is too late.

It is what we call family. Although during life often intersect, jutek each other. When one goes away the sadness is felt.

The somber atmosphere decorates a brightly lit house. There was no cry of blue. But the silence that surrounds the atmosphere of the house even makes the atmosphere become gloomy and gripping.

The sound of the holy verse continues to be heard. Readings from the servants and close family whose number does not present a certain kind of stabbing.

I did not move from the side of my former mother-in-law's body. Mbok Nah teaches and occasionally removes shed tears. I sat in one corner of the room.

I stood up when I realized my ex-husband wasn't here. Entering the room that used to be the place of our contest when we combined our love if we stayed here, but this room is empty.

I turned to my mom and dad's room, maybe Mas Han was there. But the conditions were the same, this room was also empty.

My heart started to worry. He didn't say goodbye out or anywhere. Feeling the turmoil that flowed from his complaint earlier made me think a no-no.

The guilt he endured could have made him reckless. I ran towards the father's office, the reading room where he hid when he had a lot of thoughts, even I also headed for the kitchen. Perhaps my ex-husband was hungry and looking for something to eat. But all is nil.

Turning from the kitchen I went out to my father's rose garden. Under the dim lights in the middle of the park, I saw the figure of Mas Han curled up on the side of the mound. I stepped quickly towards him.

I touched her shoulder that moved slowly, she cried. His eyes were looking at me, a look full of sadness was there.

I knelt down and pulled her body in my arms. Forgive me Lord, even though this man is no longer my vision, he needs a place to lean on now.

There are no words spoken between us. But Mas Han's crying voice this time took me to a different dimension. A personality I've never seen before. He's weak, not as strong as I thought.

Old wounds that accumulate. The trauma that had been felt since many years ago, spilled out in her tears of grief tonight.

"Mas still want to be hugged like this?"

He did not reply, but I felt his head move several times touching my shoulder.

"I know you're sad, but you also have to know that you're heavy."

"I'm tired of kneeling and curling you like this" I said.

He keeps his head away. His eyes were puffy, Mas Han cried several times in front of me, but only this time his eyes were so swollen.

I dropped my ass against the lawn, my knees were shaking.

"Look, my knees are shaking."

"Sorry."

"From you here, crying, meningan in teaching. Pray for your mother. Forgive their mistakes. Make peace with your bitter past."

His head lowered, he did not reply, but I knew he listened to me well.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, but who will know how this life will go."

"Whatever we do there must be a cause and effect. Free also regret, the past that we have lived, we can make glass for our reflection in the future. Don't let us make the same mistake again."

"You got Lita and Ken, mas."

"Two of your mothers let rest in peace."

"From now on you must focus on your two children."

"They're your future, mas. They need you, there's no time to regret everything that happened."

The dim light of the garden lights added with the moonlight made me clearly see the clear eyes of Mas Han. A moment later he smiled. Staring at the mound of earth where the mother's last bed had given birth to her.

"Mom, thank you for giving birth to me. All your grief for my presence is broken."

He turned to look at me fixedly, "rightly said Rumi, my future awaits. I know you can't pray for me, but I wish you would ask my Lord to have this woman again. Because you're close to Him there."

"I will visit you often mother," Mas Han's hand touched the mound of earth, "and I will always be there for mother in prayer."

That's the last sentence in front of mom's grave tonight. Then Han stood up and extended his hand to me.

I stared at the hand, thinking about welcoming him. But then I remembered how much I had been hurt. It's not that easy Fulgoso. I took my hand and walked ahead of him.

I hugged myself tightly, the air started to make me shiver, "come in, it's cold," my body trembled as I walked.

From the tail of my eyes I could see Mas Han looking at his outstretched hand then shortened, "it's so cold now, why couldn't it feel yes," his lips raised a smile that looked forced.

In the middle room Mas Han immediately gathered at the side of Bu Ajeng's corpse. His hand held the body to his chest. Looking at the pale face of the woman he once thought of as his biological mother.

I sat down beside my ex-husband. Give it strength in my own way.

Then I heard the last message she said, "mom, I'm sorry for hurting you. I also thank you that you are willing to take care of me among the pain you feel. This time let me fight Rumi again, ma'am. The woman I really love and have always been there for me. I'm sure you now know that Rumi is the best woman for me."

"I'm sorry for both of our mistakes, ma'am. Like we forgive all of my mistakes. May God accept all practices and forgive all mother's sins."

Time goes on, the night is almost gone. I glanced at the watch showing at half-four. Soon morning's coming. Tiredness and sleepiness began to approach us.

No one seems to want to leave mom alone. No one wants to rest themselves. Everyone wants to be by the side of this old woman's body until later to her final resting place.

Let God count our sins. When God alone hides a person's disgrace what right we have to open it. No human is perfect. Treat and correct yourself before you count the defects of others. Because actually we ourselves have a flaw that is closed neatly by the creator.

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Thankfully after almost a month of gathering the courage to write again, the episode was finally resolved.

See you in the next episode, may God always provide health for all of us.