My Husband's Second Love
Episode 7's

I sat in one corner of the room. Mas Han sat down opposite his bride. A white veil, draped over the head of both.

Mas Han looked at me. His gaze did not at all switch from where I was sitting, I also did the same. Mom sat in the front row. Lek Broto sat right behind the bride. My father sat next to me.

I tried to give the sweetest smile, but it all broke when the ruler clasped my husband's hand and recited the recitation of kabul ijab. I lowered my face, closed my eyes and held back my tears.

After the ruler said the ijab I heard Mas Han's voice follow.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Rumi Lika Santika bint Harso with her mascarina, cash.”

Whahuh? I raised my face, my eyes staring back at Mas Han. What was that?

"Mas, the name of the bride is mistaken mas," said the pengulu.

Han didn't seem to care. We looked at each other again, I don't know what to do. The father sitting next to me whispered, "basic Nehan, does he want the poisonous rose of the angry father?"

"How about this sir, you'll think I told you to."

"Let's go, Nehan knows how to cope with his mother."

When I accidentally glanced at mom, it turned out that my real mother was glaring at me, sorry Mom, it's not my fault, I didn't ask Mas Han to do this.

"We repeat again yes mas," I heard Mr. Tengulu speak, "remember the name of his bride Sekar Lalita bint Sumo."

"I marry and I marry you brother Nehan Nawang Nugroho Bin Nugroho with ananda Sekar Lalita bint Sumo with his mascar in the form of gold weighing 50 grams paid Cash.”

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Rumi Lika Santika bint Harso with her mascarina, cash"

"loh.loh.loh, how is this mas, still wrong, we repeat once again yes."

Mas Han still showed the same expression, looking at me fixedly. I was getting impatient, and the sitting looked uncomfortable. What amazes me is the attitude of Sekar who remains calm and unaffected. Smiles also covered his face. She's a truly amazing woman.

I gave my husband a code. I gave the sweetest smile, while moving my lips without a sound, "it's okay, this time do it right huh."

Mas Han seemed to be breathing heavily and deeply, his chest movements were very noticeable. Then he turned his gaze towards the ruler who was waiting for Han to prepare himself.

"This time must be true, I'm sorry the bride waited, surely sampeyan also can't wait to."

Resist the emotions mas, do not be provoked, it is penghulu why also talk that way.

Some guests began to whisper, "when the bride is beautiful lo, how the hell Nehan."

"She is also a descendant of the noble yu."

I purposely cleared my throat to let them know themselves.

"Eh, Mbak Rumi yes, hehehe," clumsy, the two are mutually unwilling.

"We repeat yes, this is the last."

"I marry and I marry you brother Nehan Nawang Nugroho Bin Nugroho with ananda Sekar Lalita bint Sumo with his mascar in the form of gold weighing 50 grams paid Cash.”

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Sekar Lalita bint Sumo with her mascawinnya, cash"

"How is the witness, legitimate...?"

"Well...,"

The earth under my feet was falling. My feet don't have a footing. My body is light even feels floating. My tears were shed slowly, I failed to hold it as hard as I tried, it turned out that the desire to show its existence was stronger.

I stood up, staggered away from the wedding hall. Take my foot to my father's garden. I walk among the roses, I take a sprig and I stick the durin right on the index finger.

"Ndoro princess why stand in the middle of the park so," Mbok Nah's voice brought me back to reality.

"Loh..loh, ndoro nangis princess?"

Well, I was just crying instead of fainting, I've been acting pretty good right?

"Yes, is this a thorn?" I answered while showing my bleeding finger.

"Haduh, ndoro..I can be sprayed ndoro sepuh ndoro Kakung this, come here."

Mbok Nah approached and asked me to sit on a park bench, "it's okay to cry, don't have to stab a thorn like this, pity his finger hurts."

I smiled, but unfortunately the smile was unable to cover the cloudiness that was swirling on my face. Tears can never be told to lie.

"I'm fine, mbok," My little sobs started to sound.

Why should I sob. I asked for Mas Han to marry again, right?!

"Rome...Rum," Mas Han's voice loudly sounded. With a quick movement I turned my face away and wiped the tears from my cheek.

"Where have you been, I've found you out!" mas Han's face was pale, his breathing was breathless.

"I'm here from now on" I replied trying to stay calm.

"Why did you quit the show, Mas?" tanyaku after Mbok Nah pampit retreat.

"Because I didn't see you Rum, I just turned my face away for a while but you've disappeared."

"Hehe...disappear where? my man was here."

"Your mother is wanted."

"Wild."

"Mas Han is here" I replied. They approached me with quick steps.

"Mas, look for mother, said mother there are relatives who want to say hello," this woman did not look at me at all.

"You'll meet," Mas Han replied, "Rum, you're tired, let's take a break."

"Mas, there is Sekar," pity that this woman got hit by mother because of Mas Han.

"Let her be accompanied by her mother. Kan asked her to marry not me but mother," Mas Han walked away from us.

"Rum, come on. I'm tired."

"I'm sorry, I'll say Mas Han, you're back at the show, Mas Han will be coming soon."

Now nodding, she almost stepped up when she stopped and turned to face me again, "I ask you to understand yes, it is not my intention to ask for attention, but let your husband fulfill the obligation according to his place, excuse me."

What...what did he say? our husband? It's true he's our husband, but why does my heart feel anything strange. Like something's on the inside.

Ah, never mind, it is better to meet Mas Han who is in sulking mode.

"Mas," I touched my husband's arm, "you want me to be scolded by you, because of your attitude, huh?"

"Here you are," he grabbed my body with one move, I fell on Mas Han's body, "I just want to be with you here, I won't know where I am."

"Mas.., just look a little while there must be someone knocking on the door" I said.

"Han," I was mistaken, this time no one knocked on the door, suddenly mom was already in the room.

"You don't spoil Rum, don't ask Han to be with you, today is Han and Sekar's wedding day."

"But I don't__..."

"Here, already, do not look for excuses, the proof is here really," behind the mother stood Sekar, even though he was only silent but his presence was very intimidating.

"It's not Rumi's fault, Nehan is willing to be in the room," Mas Han stood up, kissing my forehead, "don't go anywhere," then he passed out of the room.

When Sekar tried to grab her hand, Mas Han rebuked her, mother immediately shouted, "Han is holding Sekar's hand, seen by people."

Without refuting Mas Han grabbed Sekar's hand violently, without seeing his face, Mas Han walked quickly making Sekar's steps slightly dragged. A sight that makes me smile a little. Turns out I'm still the main actor in my garden.

Ah, sire. I walked back to the central park. I was sitting there enjoying a snack and a pot of tea. I approached and sat on the wrong bench facing my father.

"Sir," I said.

"Where were you, when I was sitting next to my father. Suddenly disappeared."

I was embarrassed but tried to smile.

"You can cry Rum, that's natural. If you're not sad, you're surprised, you love isn't the same father?"

"Mr, Mas Han is everything to Rumi, how can you say that?"

"Well, don't you look so calm."

"I don't have to show you how devastated I am, what I did, it was my decision to take."

"Yes, let your mother be happy, yes.... right?!"

"But what is this attitude of yours to please that poisonous rose?"

"Ehm, hopefully sir," I replied. If not, it's important that I try.

"Rummm.." mother's voice, was yelling for me.

"Well, that's her dancing for you, it's there."

I rushed over to my mother with a smile leaving my father, "Njih Bu."

"Just relax here, let's go to the kitchen."

...***...

The spirit of Rum, this world is indeed cruel.

You are not alone.

Women must be strong, even though it seems to you that it still needs a process.

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I lope U all

May we always be protected by God from all kinds of disasters and dangers.