My Husband's Second Love
Episode 96's

Nehan POVs

I just woke up when the door to the apartment I've been in for the last few months was open. Bu Ajeng stood there, in his arrogant style. If I don't remember Mom's message, right now it feels like I want to take the old woman to the edge of the balcony and push her down.

"Kowe ki piye anyway, kok sakepmu dewe, sekar is ingested, karepmu ki opo."

[You are how, if you want to, Sekar is divorced, what do you want]

His speech was as usual, haughty and arrogant. I let him babble, without responding in the slightest. His eyes followed my motion pacing back and forth between the living room and the pantry.

"Rather!" snapped it.

I stopped, looked at him unblinkingly, "yes ma'am, what's wrong?"

"You're getting more insolent yeah, I'm the__"

"Treating and raising Nehan?" my sambar, my patience at the end of my hair, "should I just throw Nehan away, if raising Nehan is so troublesome."

His eyes were fully rounded, only this time did I refute him. Maybe he was surprised, or maybe he didn't think the time of my rebellion had come. I'm sure he understands that one day there will be karma for him.

"Since when have you dared to answer me?" his fierce eyes dimmed. Apparently my rebellion was quite shocking to him.

"I've been holding back all this time" I replied briefly.

I was again busy with the cup of tea I was going to serve him. I still have a little bit of respect for this old lady. If my respect had evaporated somewhere since I learned of my birth mother's death.

"Please drink ma'am," I put a cup of warm tea on the table.

"When do you want to stay here?"

"Since I got divorced with Rumi," I almost whispered.

"Well, you're talking about that. Now I want to ask, Rumi you have divorced, then why Sekar you also talak. You should love Sekar even more, so as to have offspring whose seeds are worth it, not a woman who comes from a poor family."

Why does this woman always discuss the same topic. The topic I hate the most. Makes me unable to cover up my anger and look straight through my face.

"Do you have to keep discussing that issue. Why do you hate Rumi so much, is it because Rumi comes from a poor family or because Rumi's smile looks like someone?"

This old woman was silent, her face pale. I don't intend to calm him down this time, I wonder what expression he will show after this.

"What do you mean?"

He chose to pretend to be stupid. I smiled cynically, "I don't mean anything, I just wonder why mom treats Rumi worse than a servant."

"I..mom.just don't like it," she lifted her head and straightened at me, "you don't know. I never liked poor women!"

"And my mother also took me from a poor woman" I whispered to myself.

"What did you say Han?"

"It's nothing, ma'am."

"You should obey Han's mother. You must get married again to Sekar."

Still willing to impose your will, huh!

"Han won't!" I replied unceremoniously, "Han wants to re-marry Rumi, changing the destiny of a poor woman to get what she deserves from the man who loves her."

"Dam!" mom held my hand. I'm in a standing position wanting to go back to the pantry.

Surprised, I turned my hand to change my mother's hand, which I now clutched.

"Stop forcing Nehan, Mom. From this moment onwards Nehan will always hold back. But if you keep pushing, don't blame Nehan for finally fighting back!" my sharp eyes stared at the old eyes in front of me mercilessly. He should know and start preparing who he will face now.

Mother shook her hand trying to break away, "let go of mother Han's hand, it hurts..."

I took off Bu Ajeng's hand then passed towards the pantry. The woman was holding her old hand which I'm sure is now definitely blushing.

"You're not my son. You are not the Nehan I raised.." I can still hear the last sentence from him before Bu Ajeng exited the apartment.

Without seeing his disappearance, I muttered to myself, "i am not your son, you are my mother's killer."

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Today Ken I took to the orphanage, of course with Mbok Nah. I think Ken needs to be trained to come with me to work, if something goes wrong.

"Mother's son mimic milk first yes."

"Mbok Well please get Ken's bottle."

"Ndoro is good."

Bag placed on sofa. Actually I can take it myself, but I've been sitting comfortably holding Ken in my chair.

"Mbok Well, if you want to look around please, around the parlour. Let Ken be with me first."

"Later Ndoro Putri. I want to wait tole mimik first, I put to bed new I'll go around the parlour."

"Didn't miss Mr. Dul, usually at this hour he was sniffing Paijo."

"Was just been a car."

"Yes already, then Mbok Nah swinging Ken yes, let's go to bed quickly, I want to look at the children's home."

Getting around the parlour at 10 in the morning is pretty fun. The kids are school-aged, everyone is in school. But the toddler must be playing. For a while because the school owned by the foundation has not opened, then school-age children are still in school outside the home environment.

Entering the playroom made my smile expand. Sister Eny was joking with the kids. Lalita is left to play downstairs.

I'm approaching Lita, call sister Eny's daughter.

"What are you playing?"

The little girl holds a typical barby model doll favorite of girls.

"Eta," she replied amusingly as she showed the doll in her hand.

"They are."

I stroked her hair, her face really resembled Mas Han's. Why Mbok Nah has not said anything, last Sunday they met at a picnic together.

"Good day, ma'am."

Sister Eny's voice greeted me politely.

"Good day, it's still early in the morning, to be precise" I smiled.

He's nodding. I touched Lita's cheek, "she's a healthy baby, so lucky this kid met someone as good as you."

I looked into his eyes, there was regret and sadness there. I touched her hand, "cocky so melow as soon as her face."

Sister Eny smiled, "i'm not a good person ma'am. There are many things I regret and someday want to fix. But if I see Lita, I'm afraid that I will be separated, I don't want Mom, I love my son very much, he's my son Ma'am."

What have you done Sister Eny, "who will separate you two?"

"Even her biological parents have no right to do that."

"Mother helped me from the black valley. I didn't think anyone would accept me working after what I did first. I'm not afraid of karma or the retribution of man Ma'am, what I'm afraid of is God's anger because of my behavior."

My heart was listening to her words. I'm sure one day Sister Eny will speak honestly to me. When that time comes, I will help as much as I can. It must have been hard to open up as he tells you now.

"Suster Eny doesn't have to talk now, I know a little bit why Sister resigned from her old workplace. But all I know is Sister didn't do anything wrong, just a little suspicious, why the sudden resignation."

"One day I will tell you, one day I will repay all the kindness that my mother did for me and Lita. May my conversion be accepted by God."

This afternoon added another mystery that made me curious. But I'm sure one day it will all open, one by one. If now I choose to keep silent about the death of Mas Han's biological mother that I know from Mbok Nah, it's only because I don't want Mas Han to get hurt more. If the time is right, Mas Han deserves to know everything.

So is the little girl sister Eny's son. Something was troubling my mind, for some reason I was sure that the boy had a relationship with Mas Han. Even a fool would think the same of me. Seeing the resemblance, it was hard to deny that the two were related by blood. But it is not necessarily also, the name is also a guess because I am so curious about myself.

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