My Husband's Second Love
Episode 28's

"Are you okay Rum?" one hand of Mas Juna still hugged my waist and the other hand held my hand tightly.

I squirm trying to get away, "let go of your hand, I'm fine."

"Are you sure Rum?"

I can only nod. My husband's best friend cannot know what is going on in our household, no outsider can know.

After a while and I was able to stand on my own feet, I said goodbye, I have to leave immediately before Mas Han looks for his best friend. I also have to make sure that Mas Juna doesn't tell me anything about his meeting with me.

"I have to go home, please don't tell Mas Han that we meet here."

From the mimic I know that Mas Juna has a lot of questions, but I don't mind.

"Let's go, sir, let's not get you home first."

"Ndoro is good."

You lied to me again. Until when will you behave like this.

Mr. Dul drove the car a little fast. I need to get changed before my husband comes. I went straight into the room and changed clothes as soon as Mr. Dul stopped the front porch car.

Mbok Nah followed me into the room. This time there was no advice or advice for me, he was only there to serve me. Prepare warm water so that I can wipe my face that had been exposed to the night wind.

After my body was clean, I put on the same clothes I was wearing earlier, then laid my body on the bed.

"If Mbok Nah want to rest okay, I'm okay to be left alone," said I without looking, as usual I collapsed facing the wall of my favorite position.

"Ndoro Putri wants to be accompanied while I have a massage or want me to stay?" I turned the body. I see my brother is fine. I know I can trust her, but I'm very reluctant to talk let alone tell her my heart tonight.

"I'd like to be accompanied, but I don't want to talk or hear anything tonight."

Mbok Nah nodded, his hands started massaging my feet slowly. It turned out that after all the tension I was living was finished, my legs just felt sore.

"Thank you mbok."

"Thank you for what Ndoro is?"

"For the massage, my achy legs did not feel, now after a new massage feels good."

"Sama-sama Ndoro, anything I would do to make Ndoro Putri feel comfortable."

My sleepy eyes demanded to be rested. From now on I will try to accept the situation. I must endure at least until the child conceived by Sekar is born.

Tears are no longer urgent to shed. The heart is no longer vulnerable to injury. If I was asked if I had started to hold everything back? My answer is I just start being ignorant to overly flammable anger.

Only a moment later did I close my eyes, I felt something shake my body slowly. It sucks, irritates my brain which almost managed to wipe out the pain and replace it with a beautiful dream tonight.

"Rum, get up for a while there is Juna," Mas Han's voice whispered in my ear, "how long have you not met him, he wants to see you. Though since we got married there's always a reason to avoid meeting you, but this was what she said she wanted to see you."

I reluctantly opened my eyes, "say she I'm tired, I want to rest."

"If it's Rum, just for a second, he's been coming all the way with me here."

"You sure he wants to come? Didn't you ask him to come?"

"What do you mean Rum?"

I sighed, "alright, I woke up but only for a moment."

"Change the clothes first, even though she's your old friend, now you're married."

Yeah, yeah, who doesn't know that. I dispelled the ambush drowsiness, bringing myself to change clothes with more appropriate ones.

When I finished changing clothes, it turned out that Mas Han was still waiting for me.

"Come," he stretched out his hand, the hand that I am now so lazy to hold.

"I can walk alone, mas, embarrassed to see Mas Juna."

"Why should be ashamed, you're my wife, and I knew long ago that there was something Juna wanted from you. Hold my hand or you don't have to leave the room!"

If this happened a few days ago, I would be happy. Because I thought you loved me, but now?

"Yes, yes," I finally relented and welcomed Mas Han's hand for me to hold.

"When you meet Juna, you have to look happy, because we are happy, right?! you today are just a bit lethargic from being tired, remember that!"

"You don't have to regulate what I have to do, I know how to act as a wife, and you must also understand how to behave as a polygamous husband."

"What do you mean Rum?"

"Good night mas," I took off Mas Han's hand grip despite being a little pushy. I stretched out my hand to shake.

"Rum Night," Mas Juna welcomed my hand, "how are you Rum, are you okay?"

"Alright, Alhamdulillah, I'm good mas." long enough our hands are tied.

Mas Han took my hand, "it's been a good night not long."

"What do you drink, tea, coffee? let Mbok Well make it."

"There's no need for Rum. He's only been here for a while, isn't he Jun?!" strange that forced me to go out, showing off that our household was happy, now even like evicting a guest of his tone.

"Any Rum. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm good mas," you asked me to play a role right?! then I'll give my sweetest smile to your guests tonight.

"You haven't changed Rum, but it's a little more cheerful than we last met."

I glared, moving my eyes towards Mas Juna, lest Mas Han be suspicious.

"When did you last meet?" Mas Han was increasingly being unfriendly, his eyebrows were linked to each other signifying dislike.

"Ha?..mmm not long ago is it Rum."

"Yes...mmm long enough or not long, huh? hehehe.." I laughed awkwardly.

"You'd better go to Rum, you said you're tired, right" Mas Han's voice began to demand to be followed. I glanced at him at a glance, I just chatted for a while with another man already asked to enter, even though he even had a child from another woman, even though it was because of my agreement as well.

"I'm sorry to enter first mas, Mas Han is right, I need a break, today I am tired of having to take care of pregnant people whose condition is dropping."

"Roman...!" Mas Han raised his voice a little.

"Who's pregnant Rum, you?" ask Mas Juna curiously.

"No, I said I was the one who was dealing with the pregnant."

A confused expression was clearly seen on Mas Juna's face, "not to be confused, who was pregnant by a distant relative, did not have parents."

"And there's her husband Rum, why are you so bothered to soy sauce?"

"Hahaha.hah ah, I live first yes mas," if I continue to sit there can-can my acting fail. O owner of the award trophies, it seems like I am entitled to receive a trophy because of my acting today.

I went back into the room and tried to close my eyes to continue the flow of my dreams. I could still hear Mas Han and his best friend chatter before the voice grew distant and disappeared with the dreamland.

...***...

Today is my second day in the hospital. Despite all my disappointment and anger, I have a responsibility to take care of Sekar.

Once in the morning Mbok Well I asked to prepare provisions so that Siti can eat. Some snacks, fruit, and pudding to ensure nutritional intake for babies in the Sekar content is fulfilled.

"It must be sincere Ndoro Putri, I pray that the baby in the stomach of Ndoro Sekar healthy until later born."

"Aamiin, thank you, mbok."

Once ready, Mbok Nah brought all the supplies into the car.

"Dul, you will bring this provision, do not let Ndoro Putri bring it alone."

"Yo, don't worry mbok."

"Ojo isin-isini, manganmu sak wakul, Ojo nganti Ndoro Putri kotelantarake."

[Don't be ashamed, eat your bread, don't let your Ndoro daughter be abandoned].

"Presents."

It was a clear morning, as usual I opened the car window slightly and let some fresh air in. There was no drama this morning, Mas Han ate breakfast and left for work without much demand.

Like yesterday I went down in front of the main door of the hospital, then Mr. Dul left me to park his car. I'm waiting for Mr. Dul to come bring all the supplies in the hospital lobby.

While waiting I took my phone. Open up online news that is hits lately. Every now and then I observe the busy people in front of me.

When I looked up and saw Mr. Dul entering the door, I saw someone hiding behind a large banner containing health messages. The man observed Mr. Dul Yang walking. I immediately lowered my head pretending not to have seen his whereabouts. Why are you acting like that? your attitude makes me feel betrayed.

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