My Husband's Second Love
Episode 8

"Here you are, see.if there is a finished dish, in front, you tell the kitchen people to add."

"Don't just shut up, husband and wife, just relax."

"Chew Ma'am," I replied without refuting.

I immediately went ahead to see if any dishes were depleted or lacking. While going around, occasionally greeting the guests who were all still relatives of Mas Han.

"The strong one is Rum," whenever I heard that sentence, I would nod. Even though that actually made me feel bad, and I don't like being pitied.

My husband and my husband greeted each of the guests. When looking at me in the room, Mas Han showed a happy expression.

Several times I saw him trying to release his hand from the arms of Sekar but failed. I laughed when I saw her face turn upset.

Tired, I sat in one of the guest chairs while resting. It turns out that it is not easy to be a catering officer, even though it seems that the task is light just checking and refilling food.

One by one the guests began to resign, staying a nuclear family. I thought mom would keep asking me to help with the kitchen, but I was wrong. My kind mother asked me to rest.

I entered the room that Mas Han and I used to occupy while staying over. Bathing, changing clothes and falling will definitely make my body fresh again.

"Rum," will just enter the bathroom, without knocking on the door, mother is already in the room.

"Mom, I'm gonna take a shower first."

"You don't expect Nehan to enter this room."

My heart seems to fall, this day I don't know how many times my heart fell.

"Keep, I ask you to come home soon, no need to say goodbye to Nehan. Let Nehan stay here for a few days."

I'm the one who's gonna go in the bathroom so I'm pecking at the door, "ah.iya ma'am."

"Yes, change clothes wae, ora need to be adus, immediately clean."

(Yes, just change clothes, no need to shower, go home).

Huh...mom?

She wanted to argue, but what came out of my lips was, "Mother's scorn."

I undo my plans, I do not find where Mas Han is. I took a small purse with my wallet and my identity, I didn't even change my clothes. My thoughts are only one, go home immediately before being caught by Mas Han.

Arriving in front of the house, it turns out that Mr. Dul is ready on the side of the car with the door open. Everything is neatly arranged. As soon as I got in the car, Mr. Dul drove the car home.

I don't have to act anymore. In the car I cried. I'm throwing away all the shame. After all Mr. Dul and Mbok Nah are two people who always behave like my own father and mother.

Mr. Dul offered me a handkerchief, "thank you sir, forgive me,"

I was so happy in the back seat. A few minutes later, I started to control my crying.

"Ndoro's daughter must be strong" Mr. Dul's voice tried to comfort me.

I couldn't answer, I just nodded while Mr. Dul looked at me from the rearview mirror.

"Ndoro princess freely cry until relieved. Don't hold it."

Again I just nodded.

"Sir Dul, we'll be home for a while, I'll pick up some clothes, then we'll leave again."

"Ndoro Princess."

"Sir Dul will immediately rest first, we will travel a bit far, sir."

"So far as Ndoro Putri, are we going out of town?"

"I want to go home, sir."

"I can travel for 4 hours in front of Ndoro Putri, so we just go."

"I want to ask you something, okay?" just be careful, no one knows where I'm going.

"Tell me Ndoro Putri," the car entered the gate of the house, later I asked when on the way to mother's house, the house where I grew up. I hope to find some calm there.

"Later on, sir," I went downstairs, stepped quickly into the room.

Open the closet, take out a rather large bag, take some comfortable daily clothes for me to change over there. Daily needs I can meet later. bring some kind of moisturizer for the face and skin, already.

After preparing what I need to bring, I just entered the bathroom. Take a quick shower and then change into comfortable clothes.

I pushed the bag I had prepared, half-running I headed for the car waiting in front. Without much asking Mr. Dul forwarded his car.

The car drove slowly.I was facing behind looking at the house that I had been occupying with Mas Han shrinking, away finally lost from sight.

Only then did I face the front, setting my heart and mental when I meet again with mas Han.

"Sir Dul..."

"Yes Ndoro Putri, how can I help you?"

"Sir Dul, I have a request," the middle-aged man was silent, but I knew he heard me well.

"Don't tell anyone where we're going today."

"Ndoro Princess."

"What if Ndoro Kakung asks?"

"Don't answer anything if Mas Han asks, he knows where he should contact me."

"Ndoro Princess."

Now my heart is a little calm. I don't know what Mom's plans are for Mas Han and Sekar. Last time Mom said I didn't have to wait for Han to come home, I must have a plan for both of them.

After a few minutes of travel, my eyes began to feel sleepy. The combination of travel wobbles and wind gusts from the car window that opens like a cradle before going to bed. I want the wind to take the crush in my heart away.

I have missed you, mas. Like the twilight always waiting for the sun to come home. Or as the night that awaits the moon gives its light even though it is not his own, I want you to be here.

I opened my eyes when I felt the car was no longer moving. My home is right in front of my eyes, where my mother who gave birth is waiting for me to come home.

"Please come down Princess Ndoro, we've arrived."

"Yes, I know sir," I smiled. Standing here in front of the house where I grew up, where I spent most of my life with my mother.

From the direction of the wooden gate that was only waist-high, I could see the mother who was sewing. I saw the watch, almost showed it at eight in the evening, why is mom still sewing the watch this way.

"Sir Dul comes home early tomorrow, yes" pity that he's coming home now, it's late at night. The eyesight of a middle-aged man like Mr. Dul was definitely not as accurate as it used to be.

"Ndoro is good."

Mr. Dul took out my bag that was in the trunk of the car. The bag that contains nothing, just a few clothes.

"Please Ndoro Putri."

I walked first then let Mr. Dul close the gate. When a creaking sound came from the moving hinges, the mother immediately looked towards the origin of the sound we were walking.

The glasses that were previously worn correctly, are now lowered somewhat hanging down because they are reading glasses.

"Rumi.." Mom's screams made my tears almost fall again.

"Mother" I ran down under the feet of the mother who was sitting on the sewing chair.

"Hi...kamu why?" I don't want to raise my head, no, until the tears that are about to fall can come back under my control.

Mom kept trying to lift my head that was falling on her lap. When I let my mother successfully raise my head, a wide smile was already present decorating my face.

"Why do you think?!" exclaimed mother while hitting my shoulder, "mother thought nothing of it."

I saw Mr. Dul standing behind me, giving a blink of an eye, "please put the bag in and put it in the room, sir, thank you" I said.

"Sir Dul wants to sleep here too Rum?" mom whispered to me.

"Yes, let's go home tomorrow."

Mother placed her glasses on the sewing machine, leading me to the wooden table.

"You've come ndak ngabari anyway," asked the mother.

"You're making a surprise for mom."

"Alas a surprise, just kabari loh mom would still be surprised, because you are difficult to come home here."

"Don't talk like that, ma'am," I hugged my mother and kissed her cheek, "i'm not sure I know Mom, so now I'm home."

"Yes, but it's not usual for Han to let you go on your own like this."

"He's busy again" I stood trying to avoid mother's gaze.

"Mbakyu, can I take a bath anyway?" suddenly Mr. Dul stood in front of the door of the room which was located behind the living room.

"By, Monggo. If you want to rest can sleep in the back room itself sir."

"I want to change first, Mom," I walked into the room, but she was still following behind me, "why do you keep going?" ask me while laughing.

"Kangen, how many days do you want to stay here? how much of your luggage?"

"Just a few days, Mom."

"Just a few days, Rum? Some days?" repeat mom again, "Rum, you're the same Han is fine, right?"

I looked at my mother in silence, what should I say, Mom?

...***...

Rum...

A mother must be sensitive when it comes to her child.

Not necessarily your lie plan will succeed in deceiving mother.

Thank you for those of you who are willing to read yes, this is writing from the new author Brojol.

I lope U all

May we always be in the protection of the Lord YME yes.