My Husband's Second Love
Episode 49's

The events that happened in my life these few months overturned my usually quiet world. It never crossed my mind that my household with Mas Nehan experienced this kind of ordeal.

Dozens of incoming messages containing words of apology from Mas Han made me careless. The problem is actually easy even become runyam because communication is not the way. Lies for lies that are considered natural. Words discredited me and my mother who were considered ordinary. Something I no longer want to bear.

Now I choose to go back to nadir, zero, the lowest point of my life. With a great responsibility that forced me to re-understand the meaning of loving and being loved.

I never thought about asking Mas Han for anything, let alone his family. I think love is absolute trust. Therefore I always resigned and believed, even though Mas Han gave me his own account, gave me property, I never touched it at all. Wh-wh-what for? all my needs have been met.

Stupid, maybe that's what people say. I have a rich husband and I have nothing. Just renovating my mother's house I didn't do. Wh why? because I felt it wasn't necessary. Mother also has her own sentiments with the memories of my father in our house.

This afternoon was quiet. Crickets are caught clearly in the ears. Mom and I sat in the living room. Mother's shoulder I made the back of my head. My age still needs my mother to lighten the burden.

Mom put her hand on my belly, "what are you going to do Rum?"

"Rumi's gonna be fine, ma'am."

"Don't take anything from Nehan Rum's family."

"Hmmm.." I nodded to confirm my answer.

"Are you all right, Rum?"

I shook my head, "who's fine if the house is on the edge of Mom's horn?"

Not a single person under this sky would be fine when missing something that was already accustomed to exist.

"Yes, I get it, even though I don't know what it's like."

"It feels like Rumi is chasing and catching the wind."

"Tired, full of effort but it turns out that what Rumi has been trying so far is in vain."

"Feel her presence but not real."

The time I spent these eight years disappeared in an instant because of the strong gusts of wind. It turns out I live in a vacuum, when the air I breathe runs out, it ends my life.

"As long as you're pregnant, you need to stay healthy. Don't think of anything, what matters is that my granddaughter whose life now depends on you is always healthy."

"I'm sorry Rumi would trouble mom again."

One mother's hand gently patted my shoulder and the other stroked my belly full of love.

My room also felt lonely, losing Mbok Nah which is usually there, giving a separate empty space in the heart, giving rise to the rush of atmosphere with jokes and laughter that are usually present between us.

What is happening in the main house? Did I just call Mbok Nah to find out the situation there? No.. No. I have to start from now, slowly but surely I have to disappear from Mas Han's life. At least familiarize myself with his absence.

All I have to think about now is how I will continue my life. There is one life that will be my responsibility.

I grab a phone, I touch a messaging app and send Yuni a message, I'm sure she can help me.

Yun, I need your help

Then I touch the send icon. My phone just put it on the bed. Just slipped out of my hand, the phone screen lit up brightly. I thought it was Yuni who called me, but it turned out that I was mistaken. Sekar's name was plastered on the screen, I cuddled a few times, I needed to accept it or not. But due to great curiosity I touched the green color icon to receive the call.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikumsalam..how are you?"

"Good."

"May you always be healthy mbak.so is your content,"

My eyebrows wrinkle what this kid wants, weird...

"wo..wo.mbak, do not suudzon first, I sincerely pray."

Why am I not sure about your sincerity?!

"What's up, I want to rest."

"I want to take your promise."

A promise?

"Why not answer me, don't pretend to forget me."

"Promise?"

"You have to take care of my son!!" the sound of screaming sounded deafening to me.

I kept the phone away from my ear, why is he yelling like that?

"It's none of my business anymore!' my answer is calm and firm.

I turned off the phone, you crazy son of a bitch, why he keeps bothering me. If now things don't go according to his plan is it my fault?!

The sewing machine's voice disappeared as the mother's voice sounded, "who's calling Rum?" maybe mom heard my talk for a while.

"Nobody ma'am," I don't want you to worry more than you do now. I've been troublesome enough.

The creaking of the sewing machine's seat broke the room, before the mother's head appeared behind the door, "don't lift it if it's from Nehan's family, if you need to change your phone number," mom stepped in and sat on the side of the bed.

He took my pillow and thumped it a few times, "let's not dream weird," and then put it in a reversed position.

"Rumi hasn't been able to change Mom's phone number yet, there's a number of people that Rumi had to call before Rumi completely forgot about Mas Han and his family," I collapsed the body, somehow, somehow, my body is more comfortable after the pillow is turned.

"Rumi must have contacted Yuni first, perhaps the child could have helped give Rumi this temporary job. Rumi regretted not listening to mother's advice to utilize the knowledge that Rumi had obtained."

Mom smiled, pulled her body and sat on the makeup chair, giving me a wider place to lie down. I turned my body to face my mother.

"When you wanted to marry, your belief in Nehan made me also sure that you would be fine. If the reality is this now, yes, how else."

"But now mom is cool, and no longer regret sending you high, finally the knowledge that you can be useful."

Mom stood up, pushed the makeup chair under the table, "mom wants to continue the stitching first, sad may be, but do not fall, remember your child needs a physically and mentally healthy mother."

I smiled and nodded. Yes, I'm really sad can you, slumped?! don´t!.

The light again appeared on my phone screen, this time the ringtone of the message sounded. I felt the tremors, I felt my head falling under the pillow.

I hurried to see, who knows the answer from Yuni. Ah..apparently no, there is one new message notification on the Sekar contact number. What else does this kid want?

I'm serious about what I'm saying, you have to take care of this kid.

He's really gone crazy. I ignored that crazy message. But again pop up a message from Sekar.

It's not hard for me to know your address. I can ask Lek Broto.

What does he mean, is he threatening me?

If you don't want to take care of this child I'm carrying, I'll throw it in the trash. And you'll feel guilty for the rest of your life. I don't want my plans for college to be interrupted. Mbak...mbak, answer!!!

I shut down the messaging app and then turned off my phone. Crazy chick, I think she's a smart woman. It turned out that she was nothing more than a selfish, unstable young woman of her own accord. But then the little girl holding my hand came back, the little girl saying, "mom, don't let me go."

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