My Husband's Second Love
Episode 43

Sekar POVs

I'm happy, today is my seven-month birthday. I put aside all the feelings that hang in my heart.

I don't know what happened to my husband's first wife—I always wanted to call him a husband, even though this marriage is bound by agreement. But I think now that bond is growing more than it should be.

Rumi's brother who should be present here does not appear to be the trunk of his nose. But I don't care, I think he's better off not attending any party I'm having, so that all the attention is on me.

But a week before Mas Husband went abroad he had to go to his first wife, since his return from there his attitude changed, he became more quiet and irritable.

During the event, my husband's family was only a mother who looked so happy, while the father and Mas Husband looked ordinary, especially Mas Husband, who was very happy, he's like a doll that just follows the ceremony of the event— like a body without a soul.

"Why are you kayaking people who don't like this show?" manya curious.

"Who said, I'm glad the show went well, you and the baby are healthy too."

I saw my mother go around greeting the family with a face full of smiles, asking everyone to pray for me and my future baby to be born.

When the procession breaks the coconut, all so enthusiastically waiting, the dark will split flat into two or not.

"Come on Han, break his sheep," shouted one of the families. Others were encouraging, although the invitation was not much, the excitement of the event was enough to make me happy.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim," my husband shouted before breaking the coconut, when he heard the sound of "crack", it turns out that the coconut is divided into two equally.

The mother immediately shouted, "it's okay even if the baby is a girl, want a boy or a girl who is important to be born healthy."

After the show was over, my bones were all broken. My back was down until my waist was throbbing with pain.

My husband asked me to rest in the guest room, though equally spacious and luxurious but my heart wondered why I was not asked to rest in his old room. When I asked, the answer was very unsatisfactory. He said, "want in the guest room or in my room that it's important you're comfortable resting."

The gentle incision on her waist and back just became a delusion, she was instead preparing to leave, "where are you going husband?" having just finished seven months, I wanted her to accompany me, but it seemed like my only hope was a wish.

"Suami, you haven't answered my question yet, how the hell do you live!" as soon as I saw it, I didn't care.

He turned around, approached me, peeked at my forehead and just left. I suspect that he is hiding something from me. Did he visit his first wife? but for what? She should be paying more attention to me now, I'm pregnant. Anyway, where is the promise of Si Rumi who said he would accompany me in every child development in my stomach? it's all just lies.

I went out into the kitchen, saw if there was any food I could still eat. This child in my stomach really damaged my beautiful body, I was so hungry and always wanted to eat, my body became swollen and ugly.

If I had known my body would change like this I would not have followed this agreement.

On the afternoon, I did not find the whereabouts of mother and father, while all the servants were busy cleaning up the remnants of the event.

I kept walking out of the main house, towards the central garden, I could not imagine being in the middle of a garden full of roses, surely my skin would be scratched by thorns.

When I was going back into the room, I accidentally stole the hearing from the people in the kitchen, "I feel sorry for Ndoro Putri Rumi, how could Ndoro Nehan do something like that."

"Even more news is she's pregnant!"

"Truly pregnant?" I quietly listened to their conversation. Rumi's mom pregnant? what about my fate, the fate of my now unborn child.

"But yes so it's his fault Ndoro Rumi himself, wong used to be actually, Ndoro Nehan was Ndak want to marry again really, even forced to same Ndoro Rumi."

"But the most brazen yes who just seven months, wong already knows that married men are still nyosor."

If Madam Rumi is really pregnant, what about my baby, who will take care of this child? how can I continue to study abroad if suddenly I have to take care of this baby myself. Why is she wearing all pregnant? why is everything missing from my calculations. Ah, my head is dizzy, I want to go and enter the room immediately, because in a hurry my feet accidentally hit the table near where I stand, I complained.

Because my voice was quite loud, all the servants in the kitchen scattered towards the sound I caused. When they found out that I was the one making the sound, they were shocked and stood in line while bowing their heads.

I looked at them one by one. Maybe they thought I'd be angry after what I heard. But they were wrong, they weren't my problem, so I just walked away from those people who stood in fear. In my brain there is only one thing, I have to find a solution to this problem.

In the room I paced back and forth confused myself, "damn."

"Mast Ajeng? my husband's mother couldn't have bothered to take care of the baby. Looking for a special servant to take care of my son? my husband wouldn't like that, but I haven't asked him, have I? all right, when he comes I'll just ask him, just like that."

I tried to calm myself, so long as my content was not much of a problem. Well.maybe only in the first trimester, then smoothly. But lately if I'm tense or tired just a little then I feel a contraction even though it's mild.

Finally I tried to rest, I managed to close my eyes when I heard the Maghrib echo.

When I woke up, the room lights were out. Means it's late, I feel next to me, my hands just touch the blanket, means Mas Husband has not come home, or he chose to sleep in another room? since I could hardly wait to ask, I got out of bed and walked out of the room, maybe she slept in her own room.

I stood right in front of the door as the doorknob moved and slowly opened, "you haven't slept?"

"Wake up, look you're not next to me, I can't sleep anymore" I clenched her arm, I stuck my body.

He took off my sagging hand on his arm, touched my shoulder and led me to the bed, "you sleep, you must rest a lot, two months at most."

I nodded, I must obey, after this I will ask about what I thought earlier.

"There's something I want to talk about as well, you fall asleep, listen to me say yes." The husband's voice sounded softly in my ear.

"Honey.." mmm she started her sentence with the word dear, meaning something on you.

"Look, it's about the kid you're carrying," he grabbed me by my body and hugged me, touched me and caressed me.

I'm waiting, what's wrong with this kid, what are you planning for this kid...

"How about you delay your departure abroad for school."

What's?! why that option should appear, calm Sekar.tenak, you should not be rash, yes, so you look obedient, so that you look, then slowly you find a way to escape this problem.

"I don't care, but Mama Rumi does not want to take care of this child anymore, was she the most excited by the presence of children in my womb?"

"There's something that makes me rethink about charging this task with Rumi, you see for yourself don't you, now that she's gone and hasn't come back."

So this is how you treat both of us, you think I don't know yet, if Rumi's mom is pregnant.

"I'll marry you officially, I'll be fair to both of you, your duties are only at home and take care of each of your children."

"Our respective children? is Rumi's mom pregnant with her husband?" my question, your release apparently.

"Not so, who knows she's pregnant, so you'll take care of each of your children."

I nodded, close my body, curled up in his arms, before long I heard a soft snoring from my husband. While I no longer wanted to close my eyes, I had to have a way to escape the bond because of this child, I still wanted to be free to achieve my dreams. It's not time for me to stay home, and be a housewife, it's not me at all.