My Husband's Second Love
Episode 46's

Unbeknownst to mother, I routinely met Mas Han with the help of Mbok Nah. Mas Juna also still came to visit, I don't know what made him sure to continue visiting me. He said he only stopped by because there was a project he was working on with Ayuni.

My heart slowly began to open. All the messages from Sekar I ignored. I know she deserves more attention for another month of giving birth, but I never asked Mas Han to come like this, and I also have the same right to be noticed.

My stomach was already looking a little prominent, entering the three-month gestation age, the doctor still obligated me to remain cautious, because of the bleeding I had last time.

"Mother and father will come Rum" said Mas this time.

"Oh..," if the father comes, I'm very happy, even impatient to welcome his presence. But if mom...

"Did you know I was pregnant?" my many.

"No, I haven't told you yet, let me see for myself your tummy is starting to stick out."

"You should have told me first, I don't want you to talk to me in surprise. You know that mother is impulsive, if angry or startled immediately, continue the way she talks also likes not real," I'm afraid that my mother met her mother Mas Han can explode each other. Because the two rarely meet.

"yes, I'll talk to you first, how good it is."

"I'm serious, man."

"Yes, I'll talk to you later."

Mas Han saw Mbok Nah sitting on a park bench near us, "the earbuds are closed huh."

I scowled in shame, "what the hell."

"Oh..eh, Ndoro I want to mmm..buy fried first there yes," mbok Nah tergopoh away from us, the skirt this time is more modern because of the results of mother's stitching.

The morning atmosphere that was still a bit dark due to the cloud cover and where we were sitting was a bit in the corner, probably made Mas Han dare to think about doing something.

He approached my wheelchair, sitting on his knees as his usual body support, his hand holding my hand above his lap.

Mas Han looked at the left right for a bit, then suddenly, a "cup" a kiss with a rather loud thud slid over my lips.

My heart was pounding, a touch I didn't get long enough, "gold.." I shouted as I pulled my head back.

"I miss you" he said.

"Before you become more and more confused with your persuasion style, there is something I want to ask first," I must stop this activity before it all goes out of control.

"What?"

"You're here to tell him what the same Sekar is?"

Hearing my question Mas Han quickly distanced his body, answering me with a careless face.

"Now there is only us, why must we carry the name Sekar."

"You are wrong, since you married Sekar until his son was born, there will always be Sekar among us."

"Rum..." I don't like the tone of your voice mas, you're going to read the execution to me, do you want to talk about something serious?

"It's about Sekar, me and you."

Well.it looks like my hunch is right. I wait for the next sentence.

"I've made up my mind, since you're pregnant, Sekar will take care of the baby himself. I'll try my best with you guys."

Is that really what you said? judging from the many messages I received, I could feel that Sekar still wanted me to take care of his son.

"Have you asked me about Sekar's ability, mas?" my many.

"He won't refuse, he will definitely agree with my decision."

"O.., okay, now what do you want..."

"I want you to go home."

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up accompanied by your father and mother. If you are too long away from the husband can be a slander, especially the Juna often come here."

I said, "it has nothing to do with Mas Juna, after all I rarely find out even though he often plays here."

Mas Han looked at the time in his hands, "i must go home, tomorrow I will return again."

"Don't come here too often, you'll be tired, tired of the body is just as tired of seeing Sekar pout constantly."

"But I'm tired of missing the time I see you."

"Gombal, a four-hour trip here, seeing me once a week is enough."

"Yes, but I don't have to obey Rum, so I'll come as I please like this."

Crazy bastard, do not know you are various kinds of messages sent Sekar to me.

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It was still morning, the sun was still hiding, I was bathing and tidy. Although almost all my needs are assisted by my mother and mbok Well, but I began to learn to be independent.

Since I was silent, I told you last night that Mas Han and his parents were coming.

"Mother..."

"Don't talk to Rum's mother, I'm still trying to reconcile your return."

"Mom.." I touched Mom's hand.

I heard mother's heart-wrenching cry, a subtle but clear-sounding whim. When my mother was sitting limp on the chair, I sat down on my knees and kissed her hand.

"Rumi's gonna be okay, mom, trust Rumi Mom."

"No woman is okay when her husband marries another woman Rum."

"Rumi just needs a prayer from mom, then Rumi will be strong, nothing else."

"Mother's prayers will give you strength, health, and patience, but will not be able to remove the heart sores present because of polygamy."

"I'm sorry Rumi Bu" I couldn't help but cry.

"You've apologized enough, but not with Nehan and his parents. Even her mother who is a woman has not seen you at all, let alone beg forgiveness to this mother who gave birth to you."

"Mom's not sure you'd be happy to go back to Nehan's family, Rum."

I feel that way too, Mom. But there are things I want to finish and I have to face.

"Wes Rum, mom iso dungo, hugo-mugo kowe seneng, happy and healthy Rum."

[already Rum, I can only pray, may you be happy, happy and healthy]

"Let's stand up, lest your stomach hurt again," I saw the forced smile on mom's face.

"We get ready, mother of banquet besan ningrat, must be careful to worry wrong attitude."

"Mbok Nah.." Mom's cry echoed in the kitchen Mom's hand pulled up Well, talking about everything that must be prepared. I decided to go into the room and get back to rest.

The sun was only as low as the sound of the roar of the car was heard stopping right in front of the house. I peeked out from behind the window.

Mother comes down first. Look into his probing eyes with his head slightly raised. Then the father came down next, with his cool face made people's hearts become serene. The last one to come out of the car was Mas Han, his face so radiant that it reminded me of when he first came here with his parents, eight years ago.

Mr. Dul welcomes Mas Han's family in front of the fence. Asking to enter the house. In the living room Mbok Nah is waiting. Simple dishes on the table. As usual, mother dandan just ordinary but looks graceful and authoritative. Mother always said, because so single parent appearance must be maintained so as not to underestimate others.

"Assalamualaikum," the mother said a greeting of time out of the middle room.

"Waalaikumsalam besan," I heard the voice of the father answering.

"Waalaikumsalam," Mas Nehan's mother answered briefly and a suppressed voice, I could imagine her arrogant face with a sinister smile on her lips.

I didn't hear my husband answer my greetings.

"Who are you looking for Han, what's the frown?" ask mother.

"Where is mum?"

"Still not save, later when the time comes out, then Rumi I tell you to come out," one empty, my laughter in the heart.

"How are you doing mbakyu?" it's my mother's voice.

"Well," too short answer in my opinion.

"I'm glad my daughter-in-law's family is fully prepared to attend this palace of mine."

"complete? Not yet complete, there's a second wife Nehan and his son who is still in the womb don't come."

"Mother.." I heard Mas Han speak, his face must have shrunk like my face was irritated by mother's words.

"Mom.." this time the father's voice, "if you speak do not like a fart, once hit just the sound, his brain is used for loud, need to be issued not his voice."

"Well, what's my fault, sir, right."

"O..really mbakyu.really, there's nothing wrong."

"Omong jeng, this house is still like this, yes, I used to propose to Rumi for Nehan why has it not changed? never touched by renovation, right?"

I cried in my heart, not because of the words of Nehan's mother who tends to underestimate, but more because I feel my sing will not allow you to take me home. Couldn't my mother-in-law's mouth just be quiet this time?! Oh Allah my God...

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