My Husband's Second Love
Episode 47's

"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?"

Mother did not answer, I prayed in my heart, patient mother, patient.

"Wo alah mbakyu.ya still remain, the time will change to the size of two meters by one meter, so the tomb dong," replied the mother, two empty, Alhamdulillah mother is not carried away by emotions.

"This is what's wrong, Kang mas besan kok I'm sitting like this."

"Look, we're this__"

"See, sir, let me do the talking," the father's sentence was cut off by the mother.

"Lady..."

"Wes sir, I'll talk."

You no longer hear me talking, I waited with a pounding what my mother would say.

"So this is true, I realize I am not a good-natured gold-hearted in-law without reproach for the daughter of Jeng Narmi, the wife of my son Rumi."

I was so excited to hear the words my mother said.

"Although I don't seem to like it, it's not really what it is. I also love Rumi—yah..although the degree does not suit our family, but I love Rumi."

I'm pulling my fullness again, ma'am.

"Jeng Narmi will know for himself, lately Nehan's relationship with Rumi is not good until it makes Rumi come home to this house again—yah actually, partly this is my fault too, partly this is my fault, but the point is I mean well, let them have such offspring."

"Then I asked Nehan to marry again. Men are not prohibited to marry more than one right jeng.so yes, Nehan married again and Rumi was promised to take care of his honeymoon, because his mother wanted to go to college again, that's so..."

My breath stopped.my mother must be angry to hear the words of her mother Mas Han, it is impossible not to be angry.

"Ooo..so my son wants to be made a baby sitter that, like a maid, that's what it means?"

Mom's angry...

"Not so, if babu can get a salary to jeng, this Rumi will not get a salary, besides the child will be his son Rumi kok, jeng. The period of caring for your own children can be called babu."

Goodbye, Mother won't let me come with you to go home. I didn't sleep, covered my head with a pillow so I wouldn't hear your mother's babble that didn't know it was.

"Rom!!"

I heard my mother's voice calling me. Did mom really call me?

"If you want out you can get Rum out."

"Well, why style.wear is called all," again my mother-in-law's voice was heard.

"Mom!!" the voice of the father is heavy and deep, "forgive my wife jeng, although she said noble but less customary."

"Don't talk so kang mas besan, how the fuck his own wife humiliated."

I kept breathing in the room. It's more stressful than when we were getting married.

"I don't embarrass my wife jeng. He's the one who's humiliating himself."

"Rom! You want to keep eavesdropping from inside the room or you want to join the roost here."

My mother's voice called me louder than it was. I'm sorry you can't just let me in the room. I'm lazy to serve my mother-in-law—which I know is the way she talks. But sometimes I also want to cut his lips.

"Roman...!"

"Yes ma'am, for a second," I pegged myself again in front of the glass. The maternity clothes I wear slightly accentuate my stomach—which I deliberately show.

I came out of the room with my head down, at the door of the room I realized my attitude was not very good, then I stopped. Crazy if I bow my head, I have to show that I am fine without Mas Han. I came out with my head held high and my confidence high.

"Sit here Rum," mother patted the empty spot on the occupied sofa.

I knew from her sight that my mother-in-law was watching the clothes I was wearing and the area around my stomach. But I don't like the way I see me, I don't know.I feel like something's scary and will pounce on me.

"Mom sure you heard everything we talked about here. The way your mother-in-law looks at you and what you'll face later. A foolish mother understands that your husband's family is coming to pick you up to be able to babysit a baby that will be born from your honey. Are you ready for Rum?"

Mom, why did you say it like that. If I accept it, it feels like I'm a woman with no self-esteem. But I want to go home, give Mas Han a chance to improve our household.

"How's Rum?" the lightening of the mother's eyes that was filled with dew, made it heavy for me to open my mouth. Alternately I saw Mas Han and my mother. Why didn't you cut off your mother's words.

"Jeng, let me rectify what Nehan's mother said."

"You've been told what else kang mas besan. I know that the sampeyan is good with my son, but what Nehan's mother said earlier I am sure it is from the heart. If kang mas besan had a daughter, would his daughter be treated like Rumi, my son, and her husband's family?"

"I raised Rumi for decades, not just to be a baby sitter."

I glanced at my mother-in-law's face, as standard as ever.

"I'm sorry Rumi mom," I couldn't answer, only able to apologize. An apology that shows what my choice really is.

"That means we're going home, right, Rum?" now I just heard my husband's Mas Han voice.

I glanced at my sing and nodded.

"Thank you Rum," Mas Han rushed over and hugged me.

"Sik Han for a moment" my mother-in-law shouted.

We all stopped being astonished to hear the cry of his mother Mas Han.

"You pregnant Rum?" the mother's eyes widened, her voice loud not because of euphoria, but clearly because of surprise and a clear sense of astonishment.

"Yes Ma'am, Rumi is pregnant, the mother will receive two grandchildren in close quarters," Han replied happily.

I nodded with a big smile.

"Whose son is Rum?" ask my mother-in-law again.

A question that fell like a missile right over my head. My smile slowly faded. What did my mother-in-law mean to say that? He should have known me well during these eight years as his son-in-law. I can't do anything sacrilegious.

"What do you mean by asking who the father of this child is?" much

"Are you sure this is Nehan's son?"

"Mbakyu..what does that mean?" my mother was angry and did not accept it.

"Well, I'll ask. For eight years Rumi was married to Nehan not once did I hear of any pregnancy or Rumi miscarriage. Now that Nehan has a child with another woman, Rumi is also suddenly pregnant?"

I took a few steps back, away from Han.

"You're not suspicious of Han?"

Stop Bu.

"You sure it's your son?"

"Mom.Do not overdo you, all there is a limit," cried the father angry, the hand raised.

"You want to hit me, because your mouth's joining this you want to hit me?" shouted mom loudly, "hit..hit! like that time you hit me when I found out your mistress was pregnant!"

The confused Mas Han saw his parents take turns, maybe in his heart he started to wonder, who is pregnant, which woman?

"Because I can't have children and your mistress is pregnant you hit me sir, just like now. You're gonna hit me for another woman. Because women are joining this!" my mother's hand pointed at me.

I retreated again, my stomach began to feel pulled again, not now baby, you have to be strong for your sake.

"Which woman sir...who is pregnant?" yell Mas Han.

I just realized that there's a Han mas here, the lightening of his eyes fades, "Han."

"Who's pregnant, ma'am?"

"If it's not a pregnant mother, then who am I?"

Ouch.my stomach.

"That's not important now," cried the father, "now it's important that you can bring Rumi home with us," his voice boomed, a voice I just knew because I haven't heard it all this time.

I glanced at mother, my sweat started to fill up on the forehead, "mom, Rumi will just go in."

"Mbok Well," cried the mother.

"I'm here, mbakyu."

"Bring Rumi in Mbok."

"Everyone sits. This is my house, if anyone doesn't sit down, you should all get out of here."

"Mom I want to take my wife home."

"No one's going home Han. Rumi is already at her house. He's home now."

"Now take your father and mother out of this house. If you want your child to be healthy, don't come here again. I can't leave my only child to a family that can't appreciate his whereabouts."

"But Ma'am..."

"Han, it's not necessarily your son!" my mother-in-law, my stomach is hurting. Go all of you.

"I never doubted Rumi Bu," cried Mas Han, "if necessary we will have DNA tests after the child is born."

I came out of the room, "Where is Ndoro going?"

"I want to throw them all away" I walked while hissing with the pain.

"Ndoro..."

"Go away!" I shouted, "i would never have done any tests for my son, if you alone as his father did not believe that this is your flesh and blood, I would have no reason to defend this household anymore, mas," my tears are pouring.

"I don't mean Rum."

"Go mas...go!!!"

A second later it was all dark. It's like Dejavu. Forgive my dear mother.

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