My Husband's Second Love
Episode 125's

POV Author

Juna looked back. Nehan supports Rumi's limp body. No one wants to let go of their hands. The two men are in a mental war.

"Take me off" whispered Rumi.

The two of them still looked at each other, "please let go of me, I can already stand on my own."

Juna immediately let go of his hand. But it wasn't that easy for Nehan. Until finally Rumi had to repeat her request again, "mas.." whispered Rumi while looking at Nehan's piety.

"Why are you here?" asked Rumi who saw Nehan standing in front of him.

"I don't feel good letting you two go home alone. That's why I followed you. Arriving home, mom told me everything."

Rumi sighed then walked over to the bed where Ken was being treated. Ken's sleeping quietly, his fever's starting to drop.

"One father or mother please complete the administration yes," said the nurse.

Nehan almost got up when her son called, "dad."

"Father's son..." Nehan paused her intention and approached the patient's bed, stroking Ken's dense black hair.

Juna was stunned to see the three humans in front of him, a small family that should be able to be happy. Can he get in between them? But Juna did not want to get swept away, he ran to the administrative officer to take care of the inpatient room for Ken.

"Please ask what class?"

The words made his heart grow warm.

"The best is mbak."

"Well, if the best room there is a bed for the waiter. Let your mom and dad be comfortable. There is also a refrigerator to store food plus television and there are free internet facilities."

Juna nodded, he wanted Rumi to feel comfortable.

"I will pay in advance for ten days of treatment. If you get home sooner the deposit can be for the cost of drugs and others," Juna took out a business card from his pocket, "do not contact his mother if you need other costs, just call this number."

"Whose number is that?!"

"Please return the business card, I'm his father. For all my expenses that will be borne."

"Sorry sir, for the room fee has been paid for ten days of treatment by sir...Juna," said the officer while looking at the writing on the business card.

"For other costs please contact his mother, later his mother will contact me," Nehan said to make the nurse confused.

Like Rumi would like to contact just—Juna.

It's delicious, who he is, pretentious to give a card name—Nehan.

"Good thanks, I will leave the rest of the business to his father" Juna calmly left the administration room.

Seeing that Nehan is a crime, Juna will definitely go to the room to meet Rumi and her son.

"Less what mbak, to finish quickly, I have to see my son immediately," so hurry right...

"How's Ken, Rum?" ask Juna after being in the inpatient room. Fast hospital service makes everything smooth.

Rumi smiled, "Alhamdulillah, much better."

"Now his son is sleeping," moving his eyes indicates that Ken is asleep.

"Yes..."

"Hem" the two looked at each other.

"Thank you" Juna nodded. Anything for you Rum.

"You can go home, get some rest. If it's too sudden it's difficult to find lodging, just sleep in the parlor. In our secret room."

"Yes, you better go back and rest" Nehan's voice rang out loud from the direction of the door.

"Awhile, you mentioned your secret room. What secret room is Rum? Is there a secret room for the two of you?"

Rumi and Juna looked at each other, but no one wanted to explain.

"Yes, I've been back, Rum. I'm gonna sleep in that room, "it's delicious to confuse Nehan.

Juna exited the room, walking with a definite step because he felt he won the game this time.

"Rum...what room is Rum?"

"What the hell is mas?! I'm gonna go to bed, tired."

"Sleep, but answer my question first."

Lazy to answer, Rumi settles down and lets Nehan call her name a few times, until Rumi is completely asleep Nehan's questions go unanswered.

In the morning Ken woke up, making Rumi wake up. Seeing the still-vibrant Nehan Rumi had to wake the man up.

"Mas, get up, take a shower first," after Rumi had previously cleaned her child's body and then took a bath to refresh herself.

"Hmm."

"Wake up, pray first dawn."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good morning," from the direction of the door appeared Juna who was carrying several plastic bags filled with food.

Juna placed the food on the table and walked over to Ken.

"How's Ken, Rum?"

What the fuck Juna, "the next time someone else enters the room knock on the door first. Who knew the person inside was doing something."

"Mandi, mas!" ketus Rumi, if it is not stopped, it will be the length of the sentence.

"Yes," like a buffalo shuffled his nose, Nehan went straight into the bathroom without any rebuttal.

"Hi Ken," you know Ken your father sucks.

"Hi, what did Om Juna bring? Ken lapal."

"In a moment, yes," Juna hurriedly picked up the plastic bag placed on the table.

"There's no food ban, is there Rum?!" talking while looking at the newly realized Rumi turned out to look beautiful this morning.

"No mas," a smile adorned that smooth face.

"You know Ken, this morning's beautiful, right?!" juna's hands were busy opening the sandwich with chocolate jam.

"Mother of every hali is beautiful, om," his lips began to eat the bread of children's favorite chocolate.

"Rom!!!" the sound of screaming from the bathroom messed up the calm this morning.

Juna looked at Rumi who was sighing.

"What mas?"

"Bring a towel."

How about Han...Rumi glanced at Juna, "where's your towel, mas?"

"I forgot to stay in the car, borrow your towel first."

It's good, "can't borrow a towel, '" replied Rumi. Time still married towels each.

"You want another one, Ken?" Juna tried to distract him. This game seems to be exhausting.

"Again, Rum..."

Rumi looked at Juna again.

"Just give me your towel, I'll buy you a new one," Juna finally opened his voice because he was tired of hearing Nehan's cry.

"No, just let it go."

"Or just lend me Ken's towel."

"Rum, where.I can not wear clothes if my body is wet," cried Nehan again still from the bathroom.

Forgive me, Rumi stood up to get Ken's towel to give Nehan.

"Where?" nehan's hand waved between the slightly open door.

After leaving the bathroom, there was still another absurd request Nehan, "Rum, I don't bring a change of clothes, it feels uncomfortable. Ask for help you phone mbok Well make me drop my clothes to Mr. Dul, can not Rum? Let's get us here later."

Rumi's eyebrows are linked, troublesome this one man. Juna sighed looking at the manner of his best friend.

"Eat it continued yes champan, om want to go out for a while."

"Ciap om," the two are five-high before Juna leaves the room.

"You why the hell mas, can call your personal driver to take clothes at home mom, your driver also knows where the mother's house is..."

"I know, just let Juna understand, if you still keep my clothes in my mother's house. Let him know also that I'm still considered family and still like to stay at mom's."

"You're a child, anyway. You think Mas Juna doesn't know that?" Nehan sniffed the shoulder of the uncaring sign then approached her son.

"What do you eat, son?" nehan asked as he looked at Ken's cheek.

"Eat daddy's bread, will you?" thrusting the bread that was being grasped, Nehan shook his head.

Suddenly, "Here!"

Juna threw the t-shirt and pants at Nehan.

"Wear mine, don't like to trouble others."

Although lazy, forced to wear clothes belonging to Juna. Nehan glanced at Rumi who kept smiling looking at Juna's attitude.

Don't look at another guy like that Rum, you make me crumble if you keep looking at him with your amazed eyes that—Nehan.

This time Nehan felt remorse for all her treatment of Rumi in the past. The pain that Rumi felt back then now turned to her like a boomerang.

The more he tried to accept that Rumi was no longer his, the stronger the sense of unwillingness to let go appeared.

He could only see from behind as Rumi drove Juna home to the door. It was only up to the door but the pain pierced to the heart. Gontai Nehan approached Ken and whispered, "help me win you again baby."

Ken nodded funnyly, "yes dad," though perhaps he didn't know what his father meant.

The wise man said,

"Reserve what you have today because there is happiness. The one who cannot appreciate what he has then he will feel the pain of losing."

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