My Husband's Second Love
Episode 32

"What are you doing to come here, to interrupt my break?!"

"I'll help you sleep well, don't always be prejudiced against me."

"Siti, you prepare warm milk for Bu Sekar yes," I asked Siti who had been standing there to accompany us in the room.

"Good Mom."

I walked closer to the bed, fixed the blanket to cover Sekar's body perfectly. I set the AC temperature so that it is not too cold but still comfortable.

"Don't be a good ass."

"I would have said that I was good. But now I'm doing good to the baby in your womb."

Screaming bellowed, letting out a clear-sounding whistling sound in the ears.

"This is the milk."

"Thank you" I handed the milk to Sekar, "drink!"

"I don't want to."

"Don't be like a child, drink her milk."

"I don't like milk, you know!"

Wanna argue apparently, "this is not for you, not your GR, you will be free from milk if the child is born, drink!" my orders once again.

"Then that means it shouldn't be the mbak here."

My hand stopped moving, "who should have come here?"

"The baby's father, because he asked."

"How do you know if my son asked, did he whisper into your ear through the placenta? even his vital organs are not yet fully formed,"

"He's my son!" I saw this scene again, his hands tightly hugging his abdomen.

"It will soon be my son when he is born" I replied firmly.

Actually this scene is so sad, but I have to be tough on Sekar. This should I do for the good of us all—or for my own good? I don't know.

I took a chair and sat by the bed, I knew Sekar was a hard-hearted woman, not pitiful and would rebel when arranged.

"I've said many times that you're under a deal with us, that baby is going to be my son. After he's born continue your life, get out of our lives, don't bother us anymore."

"That sentence came out of your mouth mbak," his eyes stare hate me.

"That's the truth. Should we go back to the beginning? I once reminded you not to sell yourself."

"What was your answer at the time? I hope you remember, with confidence you said, you know what you're doing."

"Now, there are no more traces that you can repeat, only the path forward. If you want to move forward calmly, without a fuss we'll be fine until the end."

"But if you want to make things difficult, then only trouble you get."

"Now go to sleep, I will put aside all my heartache and hatred for Mas Han's lies for the sake of the child in your stomach."

I passed, out of the room where Sekar slept towards the middle room. In this quiet room, there is no one. Apparently Mas Han went straight home, I thought he would wait in the living room or in another room in this house, apparently not.

I headed for the kitchen, before entering the kitchen area there was a room that was closed. I knocked on the door slowly, I'm sure this is Siti's room.

"Sit...Siti," the door opened slowly. Siti just popped her head.

"What's wrong Mom, can I help you?"

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yes Ma'am, for a second," Siti exited the room and closed the door behind her body.

"We'll just talk in your room" I asked.

"Don't ma'am, it doesn't feel like you're in my room."

"Nothing is inappropriate. Come on.." I pushed Siti's body back into the room.

I sat on the only seat that was provided inside Siti's room. Siti sat on the edge of the bed.

"I want to ask you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about our conversation today" I asked.

Siti nodded. I'm sure she's someone to trust.

"Twenty years Ma'am," replied Siti.

"That means you're old enough to understand the situation in this house, don't you?"

"Superior."

"You must know who I am and what my relationship with Bu Sekar is."

"Yes, Mom."

"Did Sekar ever tell you in detail about us?"

"No Ma'am. Ms. Sekar asked me to deduce for myself from what I saw."

Good, meaning Sekar keeps this secret well, even close people who are at home do not know the details of all this complexity.

"This is the last question, is there a man who often comes to visit here besides my husband?"

"If other men are not family there is no ma'am. Most visited only Mr. Broto."

Oh.lek Broto's. That one must come often. One more question is most important.

"Means you are often alone at home accompanying Bu Sekar."

"Not really, ma'am, there's another worker."

"When in the hospital, did Mr Nehan visit often?"

"Mmm..how ya ma'am..."

"Yes no longer need to be answered," apparently he can be trusted. Know what to say and what not.

"What was the time you came home to pick me up?" last question.

"No ma'am, but the next morning was advised to be careful, continue to immediately rest until home, because today the father is busy, so the message."

"Oh.so,"

Means you were just close to Sekar ya mas, "what before Bu Sekar entered the hospital, Mr Nehan ever come here?"

"Hernah Bu, several times, at that time I thought his friend Bu Sekar, because if the style came formal. Sit in the living room, chat for a while keep going again."

But you've been trying to establish closeness before Sekar got sick. So the process of learning to lie has started since a few weeks ago.

"Okay, you can rest, sorry if my question is a little disturbing."

"Oh, no ma'am, absolutely not," I saw the time already showing at eleven o'clock in the evening. I better take a break.

I occupy a room reserved for guests. A guest room with a simple design, there is only a dresser and closet and a bed with enough size for two people.

Before closing my eyes, I took the time to look at my phone first. There was no message from Mas Han, maybe he was asleep.

Tonight my sleep is not calm, my dreams feel tiring. I woke up because the sound of a loud dawn prayer was heard, maybe the complex mosque was located close to home.

Finishing the morning routine, I went into Sekar's room. He's still in the cradle of his dreams. I looked at every curve of her face, she was a beautiful woman.

"You must be ready to accept my presence at every step of your life. I will no longer be silent to be a spectator. I will be patient until the child in your womb is born" I said.

This morning I'm gonna let you sleep longer, I'm not gonna wake you up.

I was just about to leave the room when the notification from the phone sounded. I saw the light on the phone signifying a message coming in. I don't know why something pulled my leg closer. When I looked, there was a pop up message appearing on the top of that rectangular flat object.

Are you awake, baby? Darling..sayang.awas you are.

I see the name of the sender is a weak-hearted man. Want to laugh the truth but I paused because after all Mas Han is my husband too. But in retrospect, that name represents Mas Nehan one hundred percent.

I rushed into the guest room and saw my own cell phone. When I opened it, I got a message from the same person earlier.

Rum, when did you come home, I miss.Who will prepare all my needs?

I quickly answered...

Ask Mbok for help Well, he knows what to do.

"Huh..if you need to sleep the same Mbok Well only mas," scolded me on the phone that I hold.

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