My Husband's Second Love
Episode 126's

"Do you like Juna, Rum?" his voice was weak in a desperate tone, with a faint look that was pitying.

"Can I talk to you as a friend, ma'am?"

"As a friend you can be careful if you like another man? No Rum, I can't."

"That's where the difference between the two of you is, mas," Rumi folded the dirty clothes and put them in the plastic bag she requested from the nurse.

"Please give it to your driver, let him take this dirty shirt home," Rumi pulled out the bag in his hand.

"Is there anything to bring from home?"

"Message me to bring you my clean clothes, and bring yours, even if you still want to be here."

"Of course I want to be here Rum, until my son comes home."

If I could invite you to talk about anything, surely our relationship would be better—Rumi.

Nehan walked out. Actually he could have been texting or calling, but his head was dizzy to see the familiarity of Rumi and her best friend. The term if he was careless a little kite thread that he now holds the tip will break and his kite fly carried by the wind and picked up by others.

After handing over the dirty clothes and delivering messages from Rumi to his personal driver Nehan decided to sit down for a moment to enjoy the cool morning air.

He did not realize that his every move was noticed by someone. How can he pay attention to his surroundings if now his mind is centered on himself.

"Hi," the pat on the shoulder made him regain consciousness in a public place.

"Would you like to come here?" why meet the people I want to avoid...

Juna laughed, "why, so now you're lazy to meet me?"

"We're rivals now why am I talking to my enemy."

"Only a child has such thoughts. Remember Han, we are no longer college kids who are still trying to find their identity. We should still be able to talk even though we're competing for love from the same woman."

"For me to talk to a rival is one way to measure strength. I'll find out secretly what the advantages and disadvantages are."

"As if we want to win the tender, judge the enemy in a calm but sweeping manner."

Nehan only glanced at a glance. That's why I'm lazy to talk to you—Nehan.

"Yes, I want to go first. I'll still be your best friend like I used to be, but I'll never want to give up on our friendship again" Juna sauntered calmly. While Nehan clenched her hand in anger.

"Where are you, how long?"

"Find fresh air in the garden, keep meeting a hedgehog, I think the hedgehog is calm, it turns out that once he opens he immediately sticks a thorn."

Rumi rushed over, "where did the porcupine spines hit?"

Unknowingly Rumi touched her face, flipped her hands, twisted her body and watched every part of Nehan's body.

"Where? there are no porcupine spines."

Nehan took Rumi's hand and touched it on the chest.

"Because it's in the chest, mas?" once again Rumi tried to find by opening the collar of the shirt that Nehan was wearing and trying to peek into it.

Nehan smiles enjoying every touch and worry of his ex-wife.

"Not outside Rum, but inside," Rumi's hand, which was still in her grasp, was pulled slightly past the collar of the shirt she was wearing, "she stuck it in Rum, in my heart."

For a moment the two looked at each other. After some idea how long they were only caught up in a showdown. There was a speck of longing that re-emerged in Rumi's heart.

"Dad, mother, Ken wants to see a ponbob."

Ken's voice shattered the closeness of the two.

"Eh, mom's son want to see tivi?"

"He'eh."

"Come here," Rumi pretends to be busy finding the channel tivi that plays Ken's favorite cartoon.

Embarrassing, why was it so close to—Rumi.

"Mother delay ponbobnya."

"Eh, yes, yes."

Nehan smiled at his misbehaving ex-wife.

Rumi hit him on the head several times and the sight did not escape Nehan's sight.

"Don't get hit, it's the head of the one I love, why did you hit this head," Nehan's thump came closer and deftly held Rumi's hand that hit her own head.

"Chew, lebay, which I hit my own head," Rumi murmured.

"Here," the hand that was still in the hand was pulled gently towards the sofa, the hand was only released when Rumi's body had landed on his side.

"I want to talk."

Having no place to escape or reason to refuse, Rumi follows Nehan, but she decides to move into a sitting position. Rumi chose to sit in front of Nehan because she felt more comfortable.

"Why move, it was that close as usual."

"Ih," Rumi melengos.

"I'm planning to move here Rum" Nehan's expression looked very serious. No sign of joking at all.

"You're serious, Mum?"

"Keep I want you to live alone, what about your company. You're needed there mas, don't because your ego sacrificed a lot of things."

Nehan sighed and looked at Rumi fixedly, "the center of my world is here, you, Ken, Lita are all here."

"I plan on hiring professionals to run the company."

"Yes.if you think about it carefully I can not say anything else mas."

"May what you want and plan go well."

Ting

"There's a message, open it first."

"Let's go, Rum."

"Open it first, mas. Who knows how important."

Nehan lazily opened the incoming message. From the hospital where Sekar was treated.

Sorry sir, lady Sekar Lalita attempted suicide. We need a guardian to calm down.

"Why mas, why are you so silent," Nehan handed her phone to Rumi.

"Astaghfirullah, you better go there. He doesn't have anyone anymore. Lek Broto is now in police custody."

Nehan shook in silence, "he'll be my past Rum."

"Making someone into the past will not erase that person's footprint in our lives. You better get there."

"Ken..."

"Ken will be fine with me."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let me know right away if you need anything or anything to happen to Ken," Rumi nodded surely.

Whatever the reason there must be a companion for such a sick patient.

Nehan took his cell phone. Doing a short grill then approached Ken, "dad go for a while baby, hurry home yes," while kissing the cheek of his favorite child.

Then she walked towards Rumi, touched her shoulders and brought her forehead closer and then kissed her briefly. Rumi did not have time to refuse, just silent sculpting. After Nehan left, Rumi regained consciousness.

"Always take a chance."

Not long after Nehan died, Ken cried loudly. When Rumi touched her little forehead, her hands seemed to burn. Ken's eyes began to flip upwards, only looking white there.

"Ken, honey, don't do this, son...Ken," Rumi punched the emergency bell many times. Some of the nurses and doctors who were treating Ken went inside immediately.

This time Rumi did not know what to do. She took a step back to make room for medics to care for her baby. His legs went back limp, he sat on the floor crying without being able to hold back his tears.

If you want to joke with me, God, don't make my son your joke.

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