My Husband's Second Love
Episode 93

Divorce papers I've got in my hands. There was no excessive drama that Mas Han did. If you hear the stories and experiences of others, my divorce process is quite fast, because we both agree.

Even though we had split up Mas Han routinely asked for news from me and Ken. He is also a very responsible man. If the problem of visiting is not often, but the important thing is that he did not forget us both.

You are also included who always ask Ken news, sometimes also come to visit. You could say I visited the father more often than Mas Han. You said Mas Han was busy, but if I see it looks like the father and Mas Han relationship is not okay.

If I ask about the news mom, you seem reluctant to tell. I said mom is getting rarer at home—since it used to be so sih—but now said father more and more often. My mother travels out of town often. I don't know, after all, mother's news isn't that interesting to me.

This morning Mas Han told me that he would visit later. In addition to missing Ken who is now seven months old, he said there was something he wanted to ask Mbok Nah.

We had agreed that it would not be difficult if Mas Han wanted to visit, he was indeed my ex-husband, but after all there was no such thing as a former child. He also asked for permission to take Ken for a walk.

Hearing Mas Han's wish I got like durian collapsing. Ken can breathe fresh air, I can concentrate on preparing new students for Kindergarten and Elementary School in our foundation.

Sister Eny is now thirteen months old, the little girl is starting to learn to walk. Since the opening of the parlor, Mas Han has never once visited my place of work anyway.., if someday he decides to visit, I will ask him to see Lalita, surely he will be surprised.

Mas Juna sleeps more and more in Mr. Dul's room, so do not pacing, he said. After the construction of the school building is almost finished, he will concentrate on other projects, just waiting for the finishing process.

"Ting" message notification sounds. Maybe Mas Han has reached the mother's house and asked permission to take his son for a walk.

Turns out I was wrong, I saw a pop up message that appeared on the screen of the phone written Sekar's name.

I just saw the pop up message that appeared, without me touching it because I was reluctant to open the message from the woman.

"Ting" my message notification reads again, from the same sender. This time I read a glimpse of the message written on the pop up that appeared.

Don't feel like winning you, wait for my arrival.

Only the writing was visible, seeing the provoking sentence, I finally opened the message from Sekar because I could not help my curiosity.

First message

Hi ma'am, how are you? surely you are now happy because you can master Mas Han for yourself.

Crazy woman, what does this message mean. Then I opened the second message

Don't feel like winning you, wait for my arrival. I'll never let you live a quiet life. You have taken away the man I love, so I will also take the one you love.

Well, it turns out he's really stressed. Any sane person sends a message with a very clear threat tone like this. I immediately screen shot a message from Sekar. It was true that shortly after that the message disappeared. He did have bad intentions on me, fortunately I had time to take a screenshot of the contents of the message.

I immediately contacted Mas Han, he should know that his former wife sir is threatening me.

Hello, assalamualaikum Rum

Very quickly he answered.

"Waalaikumsalam salam mas, how is mas?" pleasantries first.

Alhamdulillah, fine. Is there anything you need Rum? it's me on my way to mom's house.

Incidentally, "nothing matters anyway mas, just if later you run out of the streets with Ken, can we talk for a moment?"

I can Rum, I can. Can really, indeed today I deliberately spend time for Ken.and you of course—I mean if you need something.

"Well, I'll have a chat later."

"Mas, by the way when did you last contact Sekar?" I asked, just to fulfill my curiosity.

When did I forget, like when I dropped my talaq, two or three months ago. Why Rum?

"No, papa, I'll have a chat later" I'll show you the message I received.

Okay, see you Rum. Assalamualaikum

"Waalaikumsalam mas."

I closed the phone with a few worries. I used to know Sekar as a smart woman who understood what he wanted and how he should achieve his wishes. That was then, now I worry that the hurt will be able to make him do anything.

My head was fine, now it's a little dizzy. Looks like I need a break. Moments like this the secret room that Mas Juna provided for me was very useful. I touched one of the books and shifted it a little, the cupboard shifted and a door opened.

A bed of ash greeted me, the scent of Pine filling this secret room. The cool air from the air conditioner made my eyes sleepy. Amazingly, I can still keep an eye on all parts of the parlour through CCTV. Interested in wanting to know what the employees were doing I put off my sleep.

It turns out cool to also observe others secretly this way, there is a sense of sinful but also extraordinary curiosity. I saw Mr. Dul who was cleaning the car glass using a bell, the father of this one his dedication in the job was extraordinary.

The janitor seems to be resting, sitting on one of the benches that are comfortable for lying down. Because the residents of the orphanage are not many, there are only a few children who are entrusted to their families because of irresponsible parents, or left to go to work abroad so it is still easy to manage. They're playing in the TV room.

Before I decided to take a break, I once again observed the surroundings of the parlour. This time I saw Sister Eny walking across the yard, it seemed like she was going out the fence. Maybe he wanted to buy something, I thought. But when his feet were about to step out, he twisted his body and hid behind the gate, briefly then took a quick detour to return inside.

I was a little surprised to see his behavior. He seemed to be seeing something and wanted to avoid it. What he thought he saw. I waited for a while, it turned out that there was a visitor who was talking from inside the car. I focused my eyes on the CCTV cameras placed above the gate. A woman, I think I know that woman. I observed once again, I magnified the resolution of the image, although it was a bit broken, now I'm sure who was in the car. She's Sekar, yes.the woman is here.