Not the Second Wife!
The intermezo part 3

Nurvia POV

I looked at the face of the man who was now stroking softly, the surface of a woman's stomach that looks bloated almost as high as da da.

My lips smiled, my heart ached and it certainly hurt. There was nothing I could do but stare at the scene with a broken heart.

The tega? The man who had been with me for 10 years seemed to be so happy, on the wounds he deliberately scratched.

Until the gentle sweep of a little girl's hand restores my consciousness completely. I looked at the innocent, beautiful and holy face of my little princess. With a smile as warm as the sun outside the poly building, a private hospital in my beloved city. Samarinda, the land of Borneo where I was born.

Introduce me earlier, my name is Nurvia Abe. I was born into a simple family, both of my parents are from the indigenous East Kalimantan hinterland tribe. Dayak tribe, in a district that I think is quite advanced and developed according to modern times today.

While my husband comes from the Dutch mixed Sundanese tribe from his father. But his entire family is domiciled in Jakarta.

Aslan Kartawijaya, the second son of three brothers. Actually we could have settled in my husband's hometown, but I also have a small clothing store business in Samarinda. And my efforts are growing quite rapidly, baby if I just leave it. After all my husband Aslan owned a contracting company that supplied heavy equipment, and the like to various coal mining companies.

Be Aslan my husband must divide his time, between our small family, his own company as well as the family company he manages in Jakarta. A furniture company owned by his family for generations.

Furniture companies are industries that process semi-finished raw materials to become furniture or furniture products that have higher added value. In addition to the domestic market, Aslan family-owned industries also sell it to foreign countries.

Imagine how rich my husband's family is. In contrast to myself who was just a farm boy. Both of my parents have income from tapping rubber sap also farmed in mountainous areas.

Our marriage was never really blessed by the Aslan family. But armed with the belief of love as alive as we say before God. So there was a halal relationship, which bound our relationship to present a beautiful princess, which we named Auryu Kartawijaya.

I myself was wondering why Aslan gave a name that was exactly like a boy's name. My husband's answer was a little humbling as a wife.

He only wished to have a son as his successor. But it doesn't matter that even though the born one is a daughter, we can still give a sister to Ryu, my little girl. But until Ryu was 8 years old, the gift had not yet come to my womb.

Back to the present.

I still faithfully rubbed gently Ryu's long, dense hair, which was sound asleep on my lap as a cushion. We were queuing in front of the child's poly, which was across the hall where the gynecologist was. Because it was impossible for us to jostle with the other patients, who seemed to fill all the waiting chairs there.

Quite far away, probably about 10 meters away from me sitting right now.

Now my eyes are again focused on two people who are sitting side by side, with the woman who is leaning her head on my husband, Aslan.

I see that my husband's wide hands still faithfully rub the surface of the woman's stomach gently with love. I was amazed at my husband's bravery, having an affair in the same city as me. A guts that should be thumbs up. Why didn't he do it while away in another city, or at least his own hometown?

I kept a meeting of silly questions that bothered my mind. My soul was a little shaken watching the reality that was before me, without censorship at all. Scenes from the most romantic couple of the century that I've seen so blatantly.

True said people, actors always get more attention than legitimate wives. Surely more beautiful, sexy and has other plus values. That's because they are designed as destroyers. And to be able to do damage, they must perform better than the actual owner.

Wh why? Because they never feel struggling with dirty clothes every day, fixing the house until sweat poured, struggling with the heat of the furnace so that the family is satisfied. Being a teacher, a doctor, a pelvic coolie when the gallon runs out, is also another endless job.

It is taught if sometimes a wife does not have enough free time, to just polish her face. Wear beautiful clothes every day because it will be blessed as one alternative lap in the call of other urgent tasks. It is not easy to be a housewife who is said to be unemployed. Sitting sweetly takes time and money.

"Mrs Nurvia Abe?" A nurse approached my seat. I turned my head then threw a shady smile as usual. I am this friendly. And this is also the reason why my husband willingly opposed the blessing of his parents. Love as a booster.

But alas, the man actually sowed the bell right on the vast expanse of my heart that has now been torn very deep.

"Yes sus?" I said friendly.

"Mommy's queue number I exchanged with the couple at the end of the hallway. They don't matter, but instead are happy to be able to meet with the doctor first." Obviously the beautiful nurse I saw was named Nurah A.G, who was beautifully embroidered in her right da.

"Thank God, I'm afraid they'll protest." I said again with the same smile. Although my heart was scratched deep, my friendly smile did not immediately subside.

"But Kinara's mother's queue number is still far away ma'am.. queue number is 27, while the mother's sequence number is number 12." It seems doubtful.

"Well, the pregnant mother is already very big while I'm just going to make sure. I'm not in a hurry anyway, just relax." I said try to calm him down.

"Okay ma'am, the number all I hold so that later I can immediately know that the mother's turn is near. There is a nursing mother's room, the mother can use it to bring the mother's child to sleep there." The nurse's advice was attentive.

I smiled haru, despite getting the attention of strangers, but my heart was quite happy.

"No need, just here. But thanks in advance. After all the room there is not too broad, let the mothers who need privacy who use it. My daughter's fine here as long as she's still rubbed like this." I said chuckle.

And it rubbed off on that kind nurse.

"Okay ma'am, then I go back to my table first. Does mom need anything? I can help before I get back to sitting there." He offered help without me asking.

What a sensitive nurse, every hospital should have more nurses like this. Friendly, sensitive and caring towards others not only as a patient priority non-collateral pass.

I thought for a moment, after seeing the rest of my mineral water stay a quarter. I asked for help to buy me a big bottle of mineral water considering we would be queuing for quite a while.

My wiggle room is limited, it's because my thighs are used as the base of my beloved daughter's head.

I hand over a 50-thousand note that the nurse politely welcomes.

Now my focus is back on a pair of compact accents spreading a happy smile on the other end.

I wiped the dewy corners of my eyes and began to heat up. I don't want to cry in public and become a free spectacle, which will cause my pride as a wife to plummet to the bottom of the abyss.

"Mom.this is the drink and this is the change. And here's a box of brownie fudgy, this is my mom's stuffed in the hospital cafeteria. While waiting please try, who knows fit on the tongue. And it's free, let's just say the introduction used to be the same." The nurse laughed a little.

I greeted the box of brownies with a big smile. Don't forget to say thank you for your kindness.

"I will definitely eat, thank you very much Sister Nurah." I said while continuing to smile.

After cooling my burning esophagus, with a real view in front of it. I opened the brownie box that Nurah gave me. The smell immediately seeped into my nose.

The characteristic aroma of chocolate that tempts the taste buds instantly made my mouth full of saliva. Before eating it, I looked at Sister Nurah who happened to turn towards me. I smiled as I nodded my head as a sign that I liked her mother's cake. And my smile was kindly answered by the good lady.

Just the second piece, I had to stop my feed. When my sharp ears heard, the name of the woman I gave the number of queue sequence with sincerity of heart.

Kinara Subakti's. That's the full name of the woman who now knows what her status is. What was clear was that the woman now had a special place in the heart of her husband, Aslan. Because if not, the woman's stomach will not be as round as a jumbo watermelon like today.

I saw how my husband was embracing the woman's shoulder with a careful step, as if she were a diamond to be kept in such a way. I turned my face for a moment. The sight was apparently able to shake my fragile faith

I'm jealous, angry and I don't know. All the feelings suddenly mixed into one within my da da. There was a rumble I could not explain in words.

When I turned my head back, the two damned humans had already entered the gynecologist's room. I could only take a deep breath, trying to ease the turmoil of the soul that began to be no longer as solid as the first time I saw the two.

Tight, like there are millions of tons of heavy loads squeezing the cavity da da ku.

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Kuyy stopped by for the deigned, still warm new out of oven🤭😁😅

Title ~> SHACKLES SESAL

Author ~> Rose_Ana