My Husband's Second Love
Episode 18's

Today I want to brainwash my eyes, which these few days are filled with things that make me careless. I hope a little fresh air can wipe away the tightness I feel.

Mbok Nah has told Mr. Dul to prepare the car according to my request. This time I wear a long dress under the knee pink, heels without red so that my look seems relaxed but still sweet.

"Sir Dul today we go to the mall."

"Yes so ndoro princess, once out of the house, the streets to be fresh."

"Walah basamu Dul, kaya wong knows manganese school bench wae (walahamu Dul, like people who have eaten school bench only)," said Mbok Nah, "Monggo ndoro putri enter first."

"loh, la what do you think I termite to mbok, manganese school bench (loh, la what do I think these termites mbok, eat school bench)?"

"Dul's school, school."

"Wo is the school to," Mr. Dul laughed at the sentence mbok Nah.

"Who is ndoro Putri?" I nodded, "departing." said Mr. Dul mimicking the scene in one of the famous soap operas while hitting the wheel.

I deliberately brought mbok Na to come this time, let him also come fresh again.

"Dul, kowe ki what yo ra want rabbi neh to, what good urip dewe (Dul, do you not want to marry again to, what's good to live alone)?"

"Heleh mbok, wong kowe yo urip dewe, mending me nate rabbi, lah Kowe (Halah mbok, mbok also live alone, mending I was married, mbok alone)?"

"La iyo, tibake crew dewe eleven twelve ya Dul ( la yes, it turns out we are eleven twelve ya Dul)?" Mbok Nah then chuckles to himself.

I'm the one who heard so amused myself. What are they both talking about, which way?

This is what makes me more comfortable talking with my man than talking to my husband's family, sometimes I feel less click with them.

"Pak Dul will come in, yes, don't just wait in the car, go shopping too, if you want to buy something just buy it, I pay you," from the rearview I can see Mr. Dul's expression become brighter.

"Well.thanks Ndoro Putri."

The three of us walked around. I didn't plan on buying anything in the first place. I got them into some outlets to buy clothes or whatever they needed.

His cheerful second face interspersed with joking very entertaining me, a moment that must be difficult for them to get because of the busy taking care of the house.

"Everything you want to buy?" my many.

"Already Ndoro princess, well I shop a lot today, thank you lo," I saw the groceries brought by Mr. Dul, so simple this person, so, buying a pair of shirts and pants as well as some daily necessities made him happy to be half dead.

"Now we eat yes," this time I have the same discussion Mbok Nah, "Mbok Nah want to eat what?" my many.

"What is ndoro eating?"

"Eat something that is rarely eaten huh."

"What is Ndoro eating?"

"Follow it, come on," I saw a restaurant serving a variety of Korean dishes.

"We just eat rames rice ndoro, tongue I do not know the same cuisine where this, ko_rea? that's Kroya's food anyway?"

"Ha.ha.ha, Korea mbok not Kroya."

When looking at the menu list, I again heard an absurd discussion from the two of them.

"Mbok, it's called dak_koc_hi, delengen to mbok fotie (see picture mbok)," they both seriously looked at the picture on the menu, I observed the behavior of the two with a smile.

"God Dul, ki ngunu satay (this turns out to be satay)."

"Lah iki enek neh, mbok (this is another mbok), Jap_cha_ee, delengen mbok fotie (see picture mbok)."

"Kok ra podo, karo capje ne Jawa ya Dul (kok not the same as his capje Javanese ya Dul)?" I smiled again.

"Yo, ra podo lah, java way karo way Kroya (yes is not the same, the way Java compared to the way Kroya)."

"Iki bihun fried Dul, if capje Java contains vegetables, shrimp, chicken, meatballs and vegetables."

"Satisfied to see the picture?" I just can't bear to hear the conversation of the two anymore, for a long time my laughter can explode if this is the way.

"We order satay just like Ndoro Putri."

I held my laughter, finally they ordered satay and vermicelli he said, Korean food with the name of local wisdom.

We enjoyed the food we ordered. The funny talk of Mr. Dul and Mbok Nah continues to make me laugh. But my laughter instantly disappeared when two people entered the restaurant where we were eating. I saw Mom and Me.

Two of my brothers immediately followed my eyes, Mr. Dul and Mbok Nah immediately stopped the conversation that had greatly entertained me.

"Ndoro," I just reacted when mbok Nah called me for the umpteenth time.

"Did Ndoro want to go?" ask Mbok Nah.

I shook my head, no need, I didn't want to be sick and run away like a guilty person.

"Do you know, what is the relationship Sekar with the family Mas Han, because all this time I have never seen the child present at any family event."

"Sorry Ndoro, I myself also do not understand what the relationship of Ndoro Sekar with the Ndoro family is sepuh. But from what I heard Ndoro Sekar still has a close relationship with Ndoro Broto."

"Lek Broto?" fast Lek Broto is the most insistent matchmaking mas Han other than mother.

I watched from where I sat. Luckily our place was quite hidden. I will say goodbye when I go home.

Mom and Sekar looked so familiar, several times I saw the two of them taste food. Soon I saw Lek Broto come in and join me.

"We're done Ndoro," Mbok Nah touched my hand, my food I barely touched. My appetite is gone.

"Ndoro should finish the food first, baby is still intact."

"No mbok," I smiled, "we go home, but say goodbye to mom's desk."

"Ndoro is good."

We walked over to the table where mom ate. Equally came the three but with a much different formation. Our caste differences are striking. Once again I felt disappointed, I who had been eight years as a daughter-in-law, never once invited out both.

"Good day, ma'am," I kissed the back of my mother's hand and Broto's lek as usual, "broto lek," I said reverently, then slightly nodded as I greeted Sekar.

"Honey, wow you three go for a walk, it fits," a cynical mother's smile looked at us.

"We'd like to say goodbye, ma'am, lek Broto, Sekar."

Just looking at me expressionlessly, I don't know what they're talking about, even if they're talking about me, it doesn't matter to me as long as I don't hear directly

"Rum," mother's voice held back my steps.

"Yes ma'am" I went back to my mother.

"Remember Nehan if he now has two wives, you must not hinder Nehan if you want to visit Sekar."

When I glanced, Sekar looked ordinary, his facial expression did not change either. He even enjoyed the avocado juice in front of him.

"Yes, that man used to have more than one wife, you don't like to look for attention, don't like to say things, let's be pitied ya....," what?! know what he knows about our lives?

I glanced back at Sekar, how great this kid is, his face remains the same. If Lek Broto finds out, he's telling a story, right?

"Yes, don't be spoiled, have been married for a long time still like to seek your attention," mother's words increasingly make my heart dick.

"Sorry lek Broto, Mother..what are you and Lek Broto talking about?"

Do you want me to shut up? it never will! I looked at the three people sitting in front of me.

"Daughter Ndoro, let's go home," mbok Nah touched my soft hand.

"Before Mbok, there's something I want to get straight. Lek Broto, mother.I never once intended to deliberately seek attention. If Mas Han pays attention to me, it should be, I don't need to look for Mom, that attention comes by itself."

"Heleh is good at talking, in fact the evidence and witnesses are talking," man who has his mouth lemes like a woman anyway, much different from the father.

But again, I must be good at holding myself back against uncivilized humans like them.

"Ndoro princess," Mbok Nah touched my hand again.

I nodded, "please let mother and Lek Broto think anything, or please ask the concerned, why is Mas Han paying so much attention to me."

"Huh, no need!" sahut mom cynical.

I'm no longer answering, "excuse me first."

"Come on Mbok, Mr. Dul," I passed in front of my mother, Lek Broto and Sekar.

During the walk to the car, Mbok Nah repeatedly reminded, "patience Ndoro...Ndoro must be strong."

I'll be strong, mbok. But I don't know when I can hold on to the strength I have.

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