My Husband's Second Love
Episode 2

I'm still standing in my place. Unable to move. I stretched out my hand and touched the doorknob, but then I pulled it back. I took out my phone, I tapped on Mr. Dul's name. I turned around, while walking I called Mr. Dul, "sir, wait for me in front of the lobby, we go home."

Seeing me walk in haste, the receptionist at the front desk chased me, "sorry Mom, have you met my father?"

I forget that my expression and attitude can invite me to ask, "already, already, it's okay, mmm.., please don't tell my father if I come here yes," I asked.

"Good, Mom."

"Goodway ma'am" I still heard him give my last greetings before I left, I smiled and got in the car.

"Cock fast, Mom?"

"Bather doesn't exist?" ask Mr. Dul who was surprised because I had asked to go home.

I did not answer, "we go to the edge of town, sir," I asked Mr. Dul.

"Well Mom," I don't care even though I know Mr. Dul must have kept asking in his heart.

During the journey, my mind was struggling with the words of the mother who would find another woman for my husband. It is not my fault that I do not have a baby, after all Mas Han who does not agree to do the baby tube process.

"The tube baby was sick to Rum" he said.

"But I want to try Mas" I asked. I really wanted a child in our home.

"I can't bear to see you withhold your pain" she replied.

"It won't work either."

Then he would close with a single word that would always make me melt and succumb to his request, "i love you Rum, you've had enough for me, I don't need anything else," now what do I do.

"Ndoro princess is okay?" mr. Dul's voice pulled me back to reality.

"Ah, yes sir, I'm fine," I don't forget to give you a smile to prove that I'm okay.

I closed my eyes, tired of suddenly approaching. I lay my body on the back of the chair, to rest my brain and my heart.

"Ndoro, we've arrived, princess Ndoro." I felt my body swayed slowly. I fell asleep for how long, when I opened my eyes the car stopped.

I fix my sitting position, "father wait here yes, I will take a walk for a while, looking for the wind," I said.

"But the air is hot."

"It's still at one o'clock, whether it should be late afternoon, ndoro putri," maybe Mr. Dul was surprised to see me want to get out of the car that was comfortable when the air was hot outside.

"No sir, I also want to pray dhuhur first."

"Oh so, Inggih Ndoro princess, I also want to pray, want me to accompany the road to mushola?"

A hard-to-reject offer, "is it okay to leave the car here?" I asked, because I saw no parking attendant standing guard.

"It's okay, Ndoro Kakung bought a car that has maximum security," said Mr. Dul answered my concerns. My husband, well.where maybe he will buy goods with arbitrary quality.

"Well, let's go with Mr. Dul to accompany me to Mushola, "at least, I'm not alone in this chaotic mood.

After the prayer, Mr. Dul decided to stay in Mushola, while I chose to walk down the beach. Looking at the vast sea made my heart more airy, the wind gusts like carrying my baskets away.

I took a deep breath and exhaled strongly, throwing away all the weight that had suddenly grown heavier, after I had endured for so many years.

I sat on the beach with shoes on. The shadow of Mom's happy face when Mas Nehan proposed to me used to dance in plain sight. "Mom, what should I do now?"

The twilight bed hung at the foot of the horizon, it seemed like it was time to go home. Mas Nehan must be worried that he has reached home, while I am not there.

I set my foot on the way to the mushola, waking the sleeping Mr. Dul. I guess my message was not answered either.

"Sorry ndoro, I fell asleep, is it time to go home?" pity her sleepy eyes were forced to open because I woke her up.

"Yes, Mr. Dul, it's afternoon pity Mas Han if I'm not home."

I came home with a lighter heart. All the burdens I throw in the vast expanse of the sea.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered the house. In the yard is my mother-in-law's car, which means she's here.

"Waalaikumsalam, kowe ki Nyang ndi wae, where there is a wife whose husband first gets home."

"You see it's Han, your wife."

"That's the woman you're proud of."

"I used to feel, she's a kingpin, compost, can't have kids."

"Now even taking care of you she can't," my heart was torn apart, sick...

"Mother!" exclaim Mas Han.

My husband stood near me, grabbed me by the shoulder and led me to sit next to him.

"Nduk, wong wadon ki, ora pantes ora karo bojone."

(Sir, the woman, it is not appropriate to go alone without a husband)

"In addition, it is time for the husband to go home and his kok kamunya not even at home."

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm glad Rumi's out of the house, instead" Mas Han took my hand, he answered my mother-in-law's long words, saying, I chose to be quiet and listen without comment.

"You were always like that."

"Defending the wife is okay, but open your eyes, what kind of wife do you defend."

"Sorry mother, what kind of wife am I?" my many. What have I been doing to serve my husband is lacking or not good enough?

"You barren wife, Ndak can have children," how lightly the sentence came out of my mother's lips and stabbed me in the heart.

"Mother," Mas Han stood up, I clasped his hands tighter.

"Therefore, if you do not want me to keep spying on your wife, follow the mother's request, you must be willing to accept the woman who wants to conceive your child."

"Mother," this time I could no longer hold back my husband's anger, Mas Han stood up, my grip flicked to a halt.

"How many times has Nehan said, Nehan asked me to stop asking Nehan to accept other women."

"Although it's just to replace Rumi with our child."

"Mas," I looked at Mas Han shady. I don't want to have any conflict with my mother-in-law.

"Rum, this can't be allowed, to ask you to go through the pregnancy program I thought a thousand times, let alone this, how can I leave my child in the womb of another woman."

"Rum, listen to mom," this time mom took my hand and took me to sit next to her.

"You want you to live happily, don't you?" i'm nodding.

"You also want us, as parents, to be happy too, right?" again I nodded

"Our happiness is grandchildren running around this house, Rum."

"If you want to make us and your parents happy too, open your hearts to receive another woman who will conceive your child."

I was unable to answer, I turned my gaze towards Mas Han, I imagined the happy face of my mother if my household was peaceful. I imagine my in-laws exuding happiness on their faces when there are children running around in our house.

In the end I could only say, "we'll talk about it later Mom, don't worry, we'll definitely find the best way to solve this problem."

"Rum.." My husband seemed to know what was on my mind.

"You, Nehan, follow whatever your wife decides."

"Mom doesn't want you to reason anymore."

"Don't tell me if you want to join the pregnancy program now, I can't wait to fondle my grandchildren."

Mother took her bag that was placed on the table with a rough. Then leave us with a quick step out of the house, "talk good, mother will stop bothering you if you immediately comply with mother's request," exclaimed the mother as she walked without looking back.

"Rum," without waiting for mom to be completely invisible, Mas Han pulled me inside the room.

"I know what you're thinking, don't force me to do something that doesn't make sense" said Mas Han, clasping my hand as we sat on the side of the bed.

"Mas, I just want everyone to be happy."

"I'm fine to sacrifice for our marriage, as long as your parents are happy."

"I can't Rum."

"Mom's version of surrogate mother must be different from our version, you know what I mean."

My heart rippled violently, but I endured, "i know, for the mother who is meant by a surrogate mother is a concubine, right?"

"Hahaha.., you could be in your word," my husband's laughter sounded discordant, then he continued, "do you want me to get married again?"

"I don't want Rum," there's a poignant tone there.

My tears are shed, "forgive me a mas."

"For what?"

"For all your love and affection."

"I love you, too, very, very" I said.

Without asking Mas Han to hold me tight. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I'm going to do next and later. Whatever it is, please understand me, what I do is all for our good.

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