My Husband's Second Love
Episode 88's

Nehan POVs

Nehan POVs

Right now I know what it feels like to be sorry. After I was here, at a place called the Religious Court to go through my divorce proceedings with Rumi.

It's hard to imagine living away from Rumi and my son. How will I live my days without seeing Rumi and Ken every day. I thought her heart had softened when we went on a picnic together. But it turned out to be a farewell trip that Rumi had deliberately planned for me.

Laughing from the mother's attitude and from the lies I did in a row made Rumi's heart turn as hard as a rock. I knew I could no longer melt her heart. Anyway I see Rumi looking happy and more alive with her current busyness.

There are a lot of things I just realized now. I know I love Rumi so much, because I want her to be happy even if not with me. I had a new way of looking at loving after Rumi insisted on asking for a divorce from me, that loving was not necessarily having.

It doesn't seem fair to me that she looks so beautiful when she comes to our divorce proceedings. I was angry, he should look sad, not caring about his appearance because we were going to part, like I came with a face of death. But I saw her come with the maximum makeup. What the fuck?!

One more thing that made me give up and finally obey his desire to separate. I got Rumi injured several times, maybe even almost killed him. I'm dangerous to Rumi, I don't want my son to grow up looking at my mental state. I don't want my son to see his father hurt his mother. So I chose to give up and leave.

There were so many things stuck in my heart and mind, there were records of some events I had assembled. My intelligent brain can conclude that the mother who took care of me all this time is not the mother who gave birth to me. I want to concentrate on that problem first and find out all the truth from you.

In front of the door of the mediation room I once again stood face to face with Rumi. How I realized that I loved this woman so much after now almost losing her. What I'm after is not worth what I'm now letting go of. My chest feels tight, half my soul drifts away. If I don't remember Ken and the many mysteries I want to solve, I just want to die.

Actually I hesitated when I said, "I'm asking for my request now Rum," I can see that he's confused and scared.

I'm sorry, am I scary to you now, Rum?

"Hug me for the last time Rum," I continued my request.

I spread my arms wide. I thought he would reject me, but the relief of my heart could not compare to anything when he stepped closer to me and drowned his body in my arms. My tears are quietly shed.

I do condemn your stupidity. I cursed myself to turn to stone, or drowned in the sea to be eaten by sharks. You'll get me some more Rum, for sure. Be patient and wait for me to finish everything.

"Who are you going home with?" ask me after our embrace came off.

"Hiks.hiks," he was still as excited, it felt so hard to hold himself back from hugging him again, "hiks, I went home a torch, climbed unhappily just si."

"Don't cry, how can I let you go if you cry in front of me like this?"

"I can't huhuhu..," I led him to sit back.

"Are you the one who asked us to separate?" ask me carefully, "would it be canceled?" her cries stopped immediately, the tip of her sleeve was used to wipe away the tears, she always did not carry a handkerchief.

"Snake it, there's no cancellation. Maybe I'm going to have a storm because of this divorce, but I don't want to take a step back this time."

Hmmm.tadi.

"I go home, ahemm," she cleared her throat to strengthen her heart, I know, "don't be confused thinking I, let's start learning to let go of each other," she reached out her hand to me. Like someone who just knew. But I still accepted his hand.

"Yes, of course."

I'm letting you go this time Rum. I'll catch up with you later. Start a new episode in our love story. Wait for me to come and come back.

...***...

My journey home was not too long. I went straight to the main house. Coming home to my own house just reminds me of losing Rumi.

Several times my phone shook, glancing pop up if the message was from Lala, I just ignored it. I will also end my relationship with that woman. My decision is unanimous, I will improve myself first. Convince my heart what I want.

Arriving at my father's house, I immediately entered the room I used to occupy before marriage. Take a break, wait for your dad to come home.

After taking a shower and getting fresher, I picked up my phone and opened one of the messaging apps. There are some messages from Lala that I haven't opened yet.

The messages I opened one by one, it was unfair that the woman suddenly I ignored without any clarity. I'd say that I need time to understand myself, including keeping my distance from him.

I opened the first message

Why haven't you come yet?

The message was dated a week ago. I've been ignoring that woman all along.

You're healthy, aren't you, mas? your mother said you were okay.

The second message I received.

Why don't you ever reply to a message from me, not read it! (with angry emoticons)

You why the hell! You changed, ever since we got married then became close, I thought I was special to you!! how is this now?

Don't be like this, don't ignore me! everyone leaves me, you're the only one who cares about me...

Many subsequent messages were his tone sad, he felt left behind by everyone.

It's also a pity that I keep being indifferent. I finally wrote a message for him.

'I'm sorry, I think I need some time alone.'

I read the message over and over again, it shouldn't hurt, after being sure I just tap the icon to send.

My hope is simple, he will understand my condition. Mam understand what I want, then go hand in hand to achieve the best in our relationship.

Now I'm waiting for my father. I have so much to ask. The houseworker I asked said, usually you go home the longest after three days and that's today. While mom was traveling with her fellow tourists, so I could calmly talk to you.

"Ha...Han," I heard the sound of people knocking on the door and heard you calling my name. Turns out I was asleep, "Maghrib, Han."

"Yes, sir," wake up, pray and then talk to your father, let his heart calm down first.

Dad is in the reading room. His assistant told me that you've been waiting there for a while.

"Sir" he put down the book he read.

"Sit Han," his tone of voice and face looked stiff. As I recall you will have a face like this when you are going to talk about something very serious.

"Is there anything you want to ask Han?" he looked at me with a sharp look.

I nodded, "Sign sir."

"Something to do with your mother?"

I nodded again.

"Father knows you're not a stupid kid. After a few times your mother let go of the talk, you will definitely come to me to ask."

"How's your relationship with Rumi, Han?"

I looked at the father with a sad look, "bad sir, I can't resist Rumi's desire to part ways."

"It's not because of anything, but because I love her, I'm afraid that if I keep forcing Rumi to stay with me, it's finally Rumi who's hurt."

There was no comment from the father, just a sigh that sounded heavy, "what about the woman you married in series?"

"Nehan also wants to rethink the matter sir. After losing Rumi, it felt like Nehan needed to reflect on where Nehan had done wrong."

"Don't you hang that woman. She also once conceived your child. Even though you want to be alone first and keep your distance from him, you must meet his needs. Don't let that woman get lost!" said father firmly uncontested.

"Sir, how about__"

"Your mother?" cut father.

I'm nodding. I sipped his coffee. The coffee cup is rotated until the handle fits in the most comfortable position according to the location of the father's hand.

"She's not your mother Han," I looked at me pushyly, there was a clear glint in my eyes, "Ajeng is not the woman who gave birth to you."

Am I surprised? not very. I've been thinking this, "where is my mother sir?"

You're quiet not for a while, but long enough, "forgive me Mr. Han."

What's?!

"Why apologize sir, what happened sir, that's not the answer Nehan wants to hear from you."

Don't apologize sir, it's scary.

"Father failed to protect your mother."

"Tok.tok, 'tok, '" my father and I looked at the door.

"Get in," said the father.

"Sorry Ndoro this is the watermelon that Ndoro asked for," a servant brought the red fruit in.

In my head I revolve my father's words.

"I'm sorry Mr. Han. You failed to look after your mother."

I turned to see father. Then I saw the man carrying the plate with the blood red watermelon. Suddenly in front of my eyes appeared the shadow of a woman holding her stomach dripping with a red liquid. A memory flashed in my head.

Once again I saw the father, then again saw the servant standing at the door. The servant approached me with a knife. I saw him pull out his knife.

I lashed out at the waiter I saw carrying a knife while shouting, "don't hurt my mother."

Once again the red liquid flowed profusely from the mother's stomach. Why do you just stand there, "father.why mother," I cried.

I want to prevent that waitress before she hurts mom. But my hand can't move. In the crowd, I heard the voice of my father screaming.

"Han, relax...Han!" is!"

I feel like my body is in two worlds, I want to go back to my father but I stop doing it when I see, Mrs Ajeng, the mother who cared for me all this time pulled out a knife to the woman I was sure was my real mother.

"Don't.don't touch my mother!" my screams are endless.

"Call the doctor" cried the father.

What I remember next I was dragged by some people to go back into the room, then everything turned black and calm.

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