My Husband's Second Love
Episode 22

Our room was covered in silence. Me and Mas Han were immersed in each other's imaginations. Frankly the shadow of Sekar's face still filled the space in my brain. This heart actually did not have the heart to see how pias the face of the child was.

I looked at my husband. The shadow of the horned demon still lingered behind his head. I don't know how much anger is burning in his chest.

I slashed the distance, approaching just to know the roar of Han's breath is still hunting.

"Yes..."

"Hmmm," his eyes did not switch from the shiny flat object in his hand, although his tone was normal but Han was so cute and uncaring.

"Still angry?" there's no answer. It seems that I have to refrain from discussing anything that has to do with Sekar.

How'this? It is not that I justify what Sekar did. But now the boy's needs must be more than ever. He needs company, attention, I also want to be directly involved with the fetus that is now in the child's womb.

When it happened that there would be a baby between us, my face warmed, if anyone saw for sure now my clean face turned pink because my blood was flowing faster than before.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?" I don't know since when Han's eyes were straight at me. His face was still expressionless, but his question opened the way for me to talk about Sekar.

"Imagine the child we'll have later mas" I made my face as happy as possible. I know my happiness is his weakness.

"Is that happy you?" his expression changed, at first glance a look of annoyed and sad face appeared alternately.

"Ehem.." I put a smile on my lips, keep your happy expression Rum.

A deep, heavy breath burst into my auditory pit, that's how you are?

Mas Han shifted his body closer to me, his hands outstretched and I carried myself into his ever warm embrace.

"You still mad, mas?" ask me to open the conversation.

"Still," he said briefly.

"But I can hold him Rum, anyway the child the woman conceived was my son."

"His name is Sekar mas," because the child was pregnant, I wanted to receive him with all my heart. For now I will acknowledge his whereabouts, I will call him by his name.

Mas Han raised his head trying to look at me, I looked up at his face, "why?" my many.

"Since when have you been able to accept his presence, even now you want me to call him properly, using his name?"

"Since I knew she was pregnant" I replied. Mas Han again sunk my head into the chest of his field.

"Well, now I can feel where our conversation is going."

I smiled, oh.My husband has always been this smart.

"You want me to act as a standby husband, Rum?"

I furrowed my brows, husband on standby? oh.no Mas.

"It's not the husband on standby, but the father on standby," it's good that the husband is on standby, you have to be on standby for our son, not for his mother. Am I cruel if I want that?

"What's the difference, because our son is still in his mother's womb, means that I have to pay attention to his mother, right?"

True too, but not exactly like that, "it's like that but it's not."

"meaning?"

"You must not go to Sekar's house alone, as our agreement is what you want," I emphasized your wishes because it was Han's desire, "we will visit Sekar both."

There was no answer, no overreaction, Mas Han only tightened his embrace. I assume my husband agrees with all my wishes.

"I want to sleep, Rum. I'm still upset about what happened this afternoon. I will try to get rid of my anger because of you, and because of the child that woman conceived."

"Name Sekar, mas," my correction again.

The night hugged us tighter and tighter, as tight as Mas Han's body on my body. I knew my man was trying to assuage his anger by seeking comfort through me, and I would always be there for him. Unless he wants me to leave.

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Mom sat in front of us. His eyes looked at us unblinking. Very quickly news of the incident yesterday afternoon reached the ears of the mother. But well.what I expected, yesterday's incident related to Lek Broto.

"However, you guys do things like that the same thing."

I glanced at my husband, marking with a blink of an eye so that he would not answer any of mother's sentences. Once Mas Han opened his mouth, he would definitely explode. I should have predicted my mother's arrival last night, I'm a fool.

"Yo nek ora ono Sekar, kowe loro iki wes kon nak pisahan, nyapo I ngingoni mantu gabuk." (If there is no Sekar, you two have asked to separate, what is the point of having a daughter-in-law if barren).

As my body warmed up, I occasionally saw Mas Han sitting next to me clenching his jaw. His handbooks were also flushed due to the hardened fist.

"Mother's missing." (Sorry mother).

Let me answer mas, hold yourself, remember this for the sake of our child who is conceived Sekar. I want to take care of the boy.

"You're usually just apologizing to Rum, but it's always your attitude that Ndak actually you repeat again."

"Mom!" Mas Han stood up, his voice high.

I snatched my husband's hand, grasped it tightly, looked at him with a look of compassion, "preferably I'll leave, let Rumi accompany me."

"But Rum, you shouldn't have said such words."

"You're fighting mom, Han?!" mother shouted angrily, "it's better for you to get divorced if you dare to be with Han's mother!"

I twisted my body, clasping my mother-in-law's hand, "don't mom, Rum please, Rum promises to fix Mas Han and Sekar's relationship."

I looked at Mas Han, my eyes condensing holding back tears, "please mas."

Mas Han snorted in annoyance, he grabbed his bag and suit, then stepped out quickly.

"Han, here you are. dare you be the same mother!!" mom is still screaming deafeningly. The servants who had been in the main house, immediately went to hide themselves in the back house.

"You!" mom jerked my hand so hard I missed.

I took a few steps back, lowered my head, trying to avoid the rage of a mother who had never thought I was right all along

"See that.see that!" mother shouted, mother's hands pointed towards Mas Han who was walking out. My body cranked up in shock at her deafening voice, my reflexes made me take a few steps back, "it's all because of the influence from you, know you!"

I did what I've been doing all this time. Swallowing all the expressions of abuse and swallowing it round and round, then holding it in the lower part of the stomach. I'll never keep it in my heart because I don't want to get hurt.

"Mother doesn't want to know, you have to repair Sekar and Nehan's relationship, because only you can do it, understand you!"

Mother left me standing with my head bowed. When I had gathered the courage to raise my face, my mother was gone behind the wall. My body felt light, almost falling if only my hand failed to reach the seat grip to hold.

"Ndoro Putri" Mbok Nah propped me up from behind and helped me sit up.

Mr. Dul stands on Mbok Nah's side.

"Ngunu kuwi Dul nek bayeke diombeni kebo milk, nek ngamuk nyundang ra karuan." (Yes that's Dul, if when the baby is given to drink buffalo milk losing his anger sitting here and there).

"Ojo ngunu kowe Mbok, kuwalat kapok." (Do not so mbok kapok quality)

"Not kandani ya Dul, wong modelan Ndoro Sepuh ngunu kuwi ora malati." (I tell ya Dul, model people Ndoro Sepuh that does not make quality)

My broken heart was a little comforted to hear the chatter of Mr. Dul and Mbok Nah, both of whom were like Nunung and Basuki to me, comedians from Srimulat.

"Lo alah yo you kualat mbok, if his son-in-law's story," Mr. Dul's eyes flickered at me.

"Wo..iya.ya, Ndoro Putri is his son-in-law, Dul."

What the fuck are these two. Could be looking for some material to joke around with. I can't stop smiling.

Mbok Nah took my hand slowly, "Ndoro Putri must remember my message, must be strong because in fact the position of Ndoro Putri and Ndoro Sepuh is the same."

"Consider, Ndoro was as strong as a dingscon, his voice was loud, cethar..cethor.cethar."

"My message is not to let Ndoro Kakung know," whispered Mbok Nah to me. I smile.

If it were true, I was just a dingshake. The problem is that the word mercon means nothing. But if the sound produced by the mother, can burn the heart and mind. If this mine is not made by God, it must have melted long ago because it often hears sentences that make heat.

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