My Husband's Second Love
Episode 123

I asked to be sent to my father's house. I'm sure you need a friend right now. While Mas Juna immediately say goodbye to go home. Because it was not that easy to visit Sekar.

Actually, I could have stayed at my old house when I married Mas Han. But too many bitter memories were stored in that place.

Mas Han came almost late at night. It seems like my father told me I was coming.

"Rum.." My ex-husband went straight to my bedroom before even going to the bathroom to clean himself up.

"May I come in, Rum?"

"Clean yourself first, you're from everywhere."

"Yes," without waiting asked twice, Mas Han walked quickly leaving me.

Since Mas Han has already come, I decided to leave the room. Instead of us being in one room together, I would rather give up so we could talk in the living room or the living room.

"Sit the mas," the scent of Mas Han's bath soap that used to be my favorite filled the room, "it turns out you still provide a special bath soap for you mas."

"Have you eaten, Rum?"

"I should have asked, have you eaten, sir?"

"Had eaten at the depot near the hospital where Sekar was treated."

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

"I'm fine, Rum," Mas Han's eyes glared away.

"When I first saw Sekar's condition, I did feel guilty. But I think life is a choice. Maybe we both had a hand in starting it all. But Sekar always had the choice to refuse."

It flashed back in my memory of how I and Sekar had first met. A beautiful, intelligent and confident young woman. But indeed from the beginning Sekar easily tempted with the lure to meet the obsession of self.

"No longer feel guilty Rum. All are destined to be in power."

"How's he doing, mas?"

Mas Han let out a heavy-looking sigh, "his body is full of cuts, a lot of bruises and bruises. In addition there are some incision wounds that are not too deep."

I clasped my ex-husband's hand and he continued, "his vitals were badly injured Rum, he was probably treated in a rough way, probably because he was also desperate to kill the man."

"What's your plan, ma'am?"

"There's not much I can do, the police are still waiting for his physical health to improve and then mental and psychiatric examinations will be carried out."

"Even if he has to be treated in a mental hospital, I'll take him to the best mental hospital. I can never forgive Sekar, but I can't assume she doesn't exist either. She was pregnant with my son, after all."

"Give Lita to me mas. I promise I'll take good care of Lita."

"I'll hand Lita, as well as her father Ken and Lita over for you to take care of, Rum."

I let go of Mas Han's hand, "the direction is to get there again," I walked away leaving my ex-husband alone.

"Where are you going Rum?"

"Sleep, sleepy. If I can see you tomorrow, I'll come."

"We both go. Don't take the weathered bujang."

Before disappearing behind the bedroom door I replied, "wild but handsome and loyal."

"Rum..if you accept Juna, I'll go and never come back!"

Behind the door I stopped, leaning against my body. I heard everything mas, right now even if you want to leave, I won't hold you back.

Juna came in the morning. Her appearance looks fresh. The choice of semi-formal clothes he wears further accentuates his good looks. When I saw her I couldn't help my smile.

"I'll say we go together" whispered Mas Han bending his face.

"I didn't say I agreed."

You get out of the room, "if we're going to have breakfast together."

Mas Juna shook his hands and greeted politely, "good morning sir."

I patted Mas Juna on the shoulder and invited him to eat.

"Come on Jun, eat."

"Sir, Juna likes breakfast bread, there is no bread. You don't like rice for breakfast, do you, Jun?" Mas Han said as he glared and clenched his teeth.

"Monggo sir, I don't mind any breakfast, come on Rum."

I walk ahead, "want tea or coffee mas?"

"I'm a sweet warm tea huh Rum. My taste is still the same as it used to be," my ex-husband made his request.

"It's not you, it's Juna. That's your tea the man has prepared at the table," Mas Han pouted even more.

I put on a smile to see his son's childish behavior.

"I'm Rum coffee, don't be too sweet huh," he replied.

"You sit down, Rum. Let me prepare," to my surprise I saw Mas Han who suddenly stood up and half ran over to me. His hand touched my shoulder and pushed a little bit of my body back to sit down. What the hell is this...

"I understand exactly what Juna's favorite coffee is like, you just sit down," said while giving a sweet smile to me. Since when was my ex-husband good at making coffee. The drinks are always prepared by others.

"But, you hardly ever go in the kitchen let alone make coffee," acting strangely surprised.

"I could, I could do it," moving my eyes to ask me to sit quietly.

"Eat first, mas," I held out a plate to Mas Juna, but it had not been received, from the direction of the potter's kitchen impromptu back again to take the plate I brought.

"You shut up, Rum. Let me serve Juna," Mas Han handed the plate over while glaring, "you can serve yourself!"

"This is Ndoro's coffee," a servant came while bringing a cup of coffee to Mas Han.

"Here's your coffee," handed in rudely.

"Thank you, Han," Mas Juna chuckled at the attitude of my ex-husband. Basic Mas Han, it's still like a child. Where's your bad side?

"Let's Jun, eat a lot," eventually he mediates the tension created by his son.

"Thank you sir."

Mas Juna took a quiet meal. Once in a while ask me to get the side dish he wants because of the distance far enough.

While the jealous man sitting next to me kept staring intently at the interaction between me and his best friend. Looks like he forgot that Mas Juna and I used to be close to each other.

"Thank you sir, eat the morning."

"June Together."

"Are you coming with me or Han, Rum?" ask Mas Juna.

"Follow you, maybe Mas Han has a lot of schedules today. I don't want to disturb."

"Well, come on," as we were about to get in the car, my ex-husband suddenly barged in and sat in the front seat.

"You're sitting in the back" what the hell is this. I saw the car and the driver ready to leave. In a fit of annoyance I finally sat in the back seat.

During the trip the three of us were silent. I don't know what the two men who were sitting in front were thinking while I was imagining the situation of Sekar now.

"To Bhayangkara hospital right?" tanya Mas Juna disperse daydreams.

"Yes!" a short answer with an unpleasant tone was heard, "Later after visiting Sekar, take me to the police station," eh...what the hell?!

"Sorry Han, we have to come back soon, let's not go home, pity Ken."

"Huh, why are you the one who pity my son?" start again.

"It was me who brought Ken's mother here Han, so I dong who had to take the responsibility to send her home."

"Yes, you go home first, later Rumi I deliver. I can ask my driver to come. Rumi is my wife, I'm responsible for her safety."

Again.musti was given this strict limitation, "ex-wife.ex, mas!" I rolled my eyes.

Arriving at the intended hospital, Mas Han rushed down and opened the door for me. I got off casually and passed by my ex-husband who was standing still holding the car door.

I approached Mas Juna and walked over with the man, "yes, mas."

"You know where Sekar's room is being treated?!" yelled at Han from behind following us.

"Everything, I can ask," Mas Juna's light answer made me almost burst into laughter.

We went back in silence until we got in front of the room. There is a feeling raging in my heart. Between worry, fear, pity and guilt. It takes time to gather courage to face reality.

Mas Han stood by my side, "are you okay Rum?" i'm nodding. I let my ex-husband's warm hand reach out and hold my hand tightly, "get in?" I nodded and we stepped inside.

How broken my heart was to see the sight before me. Now that Lalita, the young lady was sleeping with many wounds on her body. His eyes were closed, although he looked asleep but his two eyebrows were clutched, sweat pouring down the woman's forehead. I don't know what kind of nightmare he's having right now, to make his sleep full of such burden.

I was shaking, my hands were cold, tears were dripping without me wanting. I cried in the arms of my ex-husband. There is not a word I can say. The soft caress on my arm made me calm and strong.

"You," As soon as I woke up, I was surprised but I dared to walk closer. Mas Han held back my steps, but I assured with a nod of my head that I would be fine.

"Hi" broom.

Just looking at me with a confused look, "hi, do I know you?"

I smiled, "do you know who the man standing there is, since yesterday he has been following me. I was disturbed, I was afraid that if my husband found out, he could get angry because I was being noticed by another man."

I looked at Mas Han. My tears are flowing. He walked up to me and hugged me tighter.

"He's your husband, ma'am. Please tell him not to come here again."

I just nodded. Sekar turned his face in another direction then he closed his eyes again by muttering obscure sentences.

Life is a choice. Each choice has its own risk. Whatever your choice, you must have a strong foundation and know very well what risks you will bear. The strongest foundation in the life of the world is God. Whatever your religion, whoever your God is.

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