My Husband's Second Love
Episode 41

I opened my eyes. The bedroom lamp of the treatment room is dimly lit. Nurses forbid patients or patients' families to turn off the lights, avoid the room to be pitch black, instead patients can turn on the dim sleep lights to be more comfortable.

Something changed in the room. Lots of stuff lying around, I changed the bed with a half-sitting position, so my gaze was more free. Mom sleeps on the waiting bed, while Mbok Nah sleeps with a sitting position next to my feet.

There is a sinful feeling seeing these two people I love break uncomfortably because of the events that happened to me.

After I noticed, there were two new, flashy items in this room, wheelchair—which I'm sure is for me and the half-curved wooden ruler commonly used to make the dress pattern—pastinya it for mom.

Seeing the ruler lying on the table, reminded me of yesterday. There is a sense of emptiness and pain in my heart that I feel right now.

If you want to speak frankly, I actually do not want the household I built for eight years to be in vain, but Mas Han must indeed be taught a lesson about responsibility and honesty.

Marriage is not just a material relationship, but also an inner relationship and most importantly a mutual relationship of trust between couples.

There is no ivory that does not crack, no human being is perfect, but if a glass has already broken, a piece of paper is already tangled, it will definitely leave a mark that cannot be lost, he said, it may even be destroyed just by a mistake.

I let out a deep breath, I picked up the phone I kept in the bag. This time there were no message notifications or missed calls totaling in the hundreds. It turns out that there is a disturbing sensation, I want to be contacted just to prove that you are still thinking about me. I am still precious and you long for me to be present in your days, but as soon as I release all the thoughts that come to my brain, my son will be a top priority from now on.

I touched my thin stomach, how amazing, inside there is now a long process of forming life.

"Ndoro is awake?" mbok's voice surprised me.

"Yes, mbok."

Mbok Nah stood up, took my pillow and hit it slowly, "let the nightmare go away."

I smiled, "anything's wrong."

"The nightmare goes away because it's comfortable, the pillow is fixed."

"Take it, hehehe..."

I saw the wall clock showing the number thirty twenty.

"I want to get ready for the morning prayer, can you help me?"

"Yes, it can be." Mbok Nah closed the curtain that covered my bed.

My dear middle-aged woman took the basin provided by the hospital, filled it with warm water. He took off my clothes and washed me with the water that had been prepared, then changed my clothes with clean clothes, it felt so fresh.

"Yesterday Ndoro once bought a small Koran, Ndoro want to teach?" I nodded, because my eyes could no longer be closed, I chose to teach in a quiet voice, afraid to wake my mother.

Mom woke up after I finished the morning prayer, "why don't you wake up mom?"

"I'm still afraid you'll pounce on me" I replied.

Mother snarled, approaching Mbok Nah, "already praying?" tanyakanya.

"It's Madam."

"Now Mbok Nah sleeps first in bed, all night I see mbok Nah sleep while sitting."

"I'm not sleepy anymore."

"This is an order, one more call me mbakyu like Mr. Dul, if I don't want to, I will return mbok to Nehan's house, I can take care of Rumi myself."

"Lo, don't.don't, I'll call mbakyu."

"Good!" mom went to the bathroom leaving us. Want to laugh it feels to see the face of Mbok Nah who is pale when hearing the word repatriated.

This time I just felt how hard it was to do everything on the bed. It was only on the tenth day that my condition began to recover that my bleeding also Alhamdulillah stopped.

"If you want to defecate still should not strain, activity remains limited and should not be tired."

The mother of mangosteen listened to the nesahat doctor. Ten days of not seeing the view outside the room made me excited.

"Well, would you like to get out of the room?"

I nodded, "ten days my world is square Bu, but today it's colored again."

"Hopefully after ten weeks of pregnancy you're strong enough, son."

"Excuse Rumi Bu, actually the time Rumi allowed even asked Mas Han to remarry Rumi's only one goal, so that Rumi's household was calm, but it turned out that the habits of Mas Han's mother were disturbing did not change. Moreover, Mas Han started to lie to Rumi with all kinds of reasons to meet his young wife secretly, even though Rumi had asked him to be honest."

Mom stopped the wheelchair in the garden, I was put in the right corner by the morning sun.

"Everything has happened Rum, whatever your decision, mother just follow, but if you can give advice, you better stay here with your mother, let alone your pregnancy is not an easy pregnancy."

Mom sat down with her knee pad in front of me, "mother will always be there for you and mother Rum's granddaughter."

"You should never feel alone, if Nehan was your place to go home, you would always be your place to return. You may return in your arms whenever you feel tired and unable to face all the trials that come."

I nodded, a tear streaming down the corner of my eye. I want to be a great mom like my mom.

"Mom can't give you the luxury of Nehan's family, I hope you can live as you were with me as you used to, but." mother paused her sentence."

"But what's Ma'am?"

"Don't refuse if your husband's family sends you money, let your son not live as hard as you used to."

I laughed out loud, "I think mom would ask me to refuse their gift Mom and ask me to maintain my self-esteem as a woman, huh..mom is not cool, ha.ha.ha."

"The self-esteem can support us? after all, giving your child a living is their duty, do not make them sin because of our selfishness to be arrogant and strong-mannered, let alone aim to hurt them to feel guilty, let alone to make them feel guilty, they also have the right to feel the difficulty of raising a child."

"Mothers are always cool.but Mom, how about they give a lot of conditions because we accept their gifts?"

Mother again pushed me around the garden, the flowers were scattered, the stems were winding looking for the arrival of sunlight as nutrition, inviting my eyes and heart to dance—ah.

"We will fight to defend what is rightfully ours Rum, our country is a country of law, you should never be afraid to go— as mom says. But if you decide to improve your relationship with Nehan, you must be stronger and have a high bargaining value."

"Report yourself to be loved, do not stop growing, do not want to be fooled by men, so when those who decide to leave, you will not have time to mourn fate, life must go on. So that the men who leave you regret when they see you they are beautiful."

Mother was right, there was no time for me to mourn fate. I'll take time to think and then decide, no need to rush.

Suddenly mom stopped pushing me, "what's wrong Mom?"

"Rum in front of it, the handsome man standing behind the mbok Well there it looks like you know, Rum."

Mbok Nah walked quickly towards me while shouting, "Ndoro, this is Den Juna coming to visit."

Juna Mas? who told him I was here? Who's he coming with? I think I know that woman.

"Rome..." Mas Juna waved his hand at me.

Mom whispered, "that's not your old college girlfriend, what's Arjuna's name, is it?"

I nodded, "don't play Rum's fire, you're not a widow yet."

"Mother.." I shouted.

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