My Husband's Second Love
Episode 67's

Nehan POVs

I've been following Lala for almost two months. According to what he wants. Find the best school and a decent place to live as long as he undergoes his education.

I enjoy my time with Lala every time. She's a cheerful woman who can liven up the atmosphere. But even though my body is here and looks happy, actually some of my soul is left behind in Indonesia. I have to get away from Rumi and my son who are still in the womb.

I have my own reasons why I followed Lala and left Rumi, because I did it only for a while. I will return, as much as possible I have to accompany Rumi when giving birth.

As usual I left without giving any news, after all Rumi rarely met me and only occasionally I caught my mother. I watched her more secretly, besides that I didn't want her to think that I could leave her for another woman.

Before I left I said goodbye and asked my father to visit Rumi once in a while, because I still want to know the development of Rumi's condition every day.

You are amazing, I do not know if you visit Rumi openly or secretly as I do. But obviously I often get a photo of Rumi from the father. There are some photos that I put on my image sharing page, unfortunately Rumi never wanted to create a social media account like me.

During this time I wanted to get everything ready quickly so I could get back home soon. Even if Mom and Lala were to take a walk in the view of the country we were visiting, I would rather stay in my apartment and work, however the business would still have to go. Well.maybe only once or twice just come along they enjoy the city.

Like today, Lala and mother were preparing to come out, "you're fine here, no friend you are," Lala approached me and left a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Hmm."

"I'm out the same mom won't be long, just want to buy something to send to Indonesia."

I knit an eyebrow, "sent to Indonesia, for whom?"

"So, secret, my package will be a sweet surprise for her. Oh, yes, Paklek will also come with us, there are things he wants to buy. Sometimes I'm upset with that one old man, in a real bitch, I love to disturb my life. Just wait, one day the treasure of my father and mother that he controlled will be taken by force."

"Leave it, she's your only family. I'll give you more than he takes."

"really?" lala's beautiful body approached me, with a smile she climbed into the bed approaching me who was holding a laptop. He took my laptop and replaced it with his body.

His hands were coiled around my neck, his lips dipping around my face. This kind of courage that I never got from Rumi. It also makes me want to have both. Two women I love in different ways.

"If I take all yours, will you let me?" her smile was so seductive.

"Take it, my treasure won't run out just because you want to take it."

"If I'm going to take Rumi's mother and her child?" what question is this.

"You mean?"

"I'm gonna take Rumi's mom and her kid and then keep her away from you, so it's just you and me."

I broke away from her embrace, got off the bed and saw her from where I stood, "don't try!"

"If I asked you to choose, who would you choose?" there was a annoyed tone heard in his voice.

"I'll choose the woman who's with my son."

She slammed her body, "meaning you won't pick me."

"Why not? you just have to give up your body and have another child with me, leave all your dreams for me."

"I'm not a stupid woman like Mbak Rumi, who complies with all your requests, '" she walked away from the bed where we had sex last night, picking up a long legged bag hanging from a chair.

"Be careful when you speak, Rumi is not a stupid woman!" all this time Rumi only followed what I wanted, because that was how she loved me.

"Huh, just keep defending," Lala opened her arms wide, approached me and hugged me tightly. He was always unexpected, when I thought he would be angry he always did the opposite, "i go first, fine here waiting for me to come back."

After Lala's death there were some meetings I had to do. Even though my office stayed for a few months, there shouldn't be a single thing left behind. After all I'm done taking my phone and seeing some photos of my dad's submissions, how much I miss you Rum.

...***...

For two days I always felt bad. Rumi's face was always in front of my eyes. Is there something that's gonna happen to you, Rum, or our son, if I knew how old your pregnancy is now. Maybe I should ask Dad.

"Breakfast first, mas" Lala was busy preparing breakfast, but I had no taste.

"You eat first."

"Why did you not have that spirit from yesterday, remember the same in Indonesia?" I glanced at a glance, "when there is not necessarily remember lo, it might even pray for the mas affected by the disaster."

Always talk bad about Rumi, "how many times have I said, I don't like you vilifying Rumi, be careful when you talk!" the less appetizing it becomes, "your mouth is long like my mother's, I don't like that!" I was firm and full of emphasis.

As usual Lala approached me, holding my hand wrapped around her waist, "sorry, I don't mean so," then it always ended with a warm hug and a sweet kiss.

"Eat Yuk," I pulled my hand, I'll follow Lala when my phone rings.

"In the meantime," I ran to get a cell phone, "hello, assalamualaikum, sir."

"What sir?! okay, I'll be home soon."

I rushed into the room to pick up a bag and summarized a few sheets of clothes. Fortunately the equipment for the trip was never dismantled, based on experience so if you have to unplug suddenly all is ready.

Lala ran after me to the room, "where are you going?"

"home."

"I still need you to stay here, mas. I'm not used to it, it's not comfortable that it's just with my mom and my husband, and they're staying in different places anyway."

"I have to go home la, Rumi will give birth!" answer's short.

"You haven't checked your flight yet, you can't rush things like this."

"Can, I'm used to it," I put up my backpack, stood in front of Lala and then kissed her forehead and lips at a glance, "well here, I'll call you."

"You can't leave me, mas" my hand held tightly, "I gave birth without you waiting, so there's no harm in Rumi now experiencing the same thing, too," his eyes are filled with dew, I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry, you're not Rumi. I can't leave Rumi alone. You're an independent woman who can live without me, but Rumi doesn't, she'll always need me."

"Mas.." I let go of Lala's grasp and walked towards the door, "mas...!"

Lala's voice disappeared behind the closed door, I hope I still hunt to accompany Rumi to give birth. If not, I can't wait to see my son for the first time.

...***...

Pede is Han...

Rumi can't live without you?!

Rumi can live without you Han, very much so.

Isn't that so readers...?

Must be!!!

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