Patience of the Second Wife
Divorced

An hour or less fifteen minutes, more than the time promised Alan has arrived in his yard, many happy memories there, he said, he has lived his life for several years with his wife, Syntia. But the Syntia affair instantly obliterated all the seeds of love embedded in his heart, regretting, but all had happened, Now only need to step forward with the decision he took.

Before getting out of the car, Alan took the map from his lawyer.

With a shuddering step the man headed for a house that had not been in his place for a long time.

Not yet knocked, the door was opened first, it turned out Syntia who opened it from the inside. The woman greeted Alan with her eyes.

''Finally you came too.'' hugged Alan tightly.

Even Syntia immediately sobbed while in the arms of the man who is currently still legally her husband.

"Let go!" said Alan flat, clutching Syntia's hand.

"I miss you, mas.'' said Syntia in between her tears.

Alan closed his eyes, pity to see the state of Syntia, but how else his heart was closed with what Syntia had been doing all this time.

Alan went inside and followed Syntia from behind.

''Here's our divorce papers, throwing the map on the table. ''And I've given everything to the lawyer, so you don't have to worry about the property I love.'' said Alan without saying stale.

Syntia opened the map and read it over and over again, not expecting Alan to release it so quickly.

''Your staff, for the sake of that village woman you divorced me.'' she said out loud, not even realizing that the divorce happened because of her.

Alan pursed his lips, but he still held back his already passionate emotions, remembering Dinda's message that he could not face Syntia with violence.

''You mean?'' Alan explained then approached Syntia who was still holding the map.

"Look at me!" alan said, now the two look at each other.

"For your sake, I let Dinda be lonely in this house. For your sake, I ignored what he wanted. And for your sake, I've separated him from his son. What's not clear, if I love you so much, even mom can't separate me from you" Alan said slowly and straightforwardly, Alan really did not raise his voice, he said, because he knew, however, that Syntia had once filled the corner of his heart.

"But what are you doing behind my back, you are cheating on me with another man, as if I have no self-esteem. Where is your brain when you are with the man, while I, day and night I fight for you, for the sake of making you happy, do you still blame Dinda, the innocent woman. Who with patience faced my attitude that was so arrogant, even at a very young age she was willing to conceive my child, _ Alan wiped his tears that had shed, his memory of crime nine months back across his brain. Where she didn't care about Dinda during her pregnancy.

Syntia gets more and more bothered when digesting all the words said Alan who just slid. Now he realized what Alan said was reality.

"And right now I'm cutting you off, I hope you can accept it, and I'll take care of it as soon as possible, don't worry, I won't kick you out of here, unless you're the only one who's embarrassed to go out. Everything I give you is yours."

"Mas, I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong, and I'll apologize to Dinda too, but I beg you, give me a chance." Syntia cupped her hands in front of Alan, even Syntia willingly knelt to get sorry from Alan.

"But baby, I'm not as good as Dinda who easily forgives people, after all free, even if I cry blood I will still divorce you."

After venting his heart, Alan just walked out of the house without looking. For him at this time there is nothing else he needs to see because Syntia is only a memory of the past that he does not need to remember, and there is Dinda who will lead him forward.

Now Syntia can only lament her regrets, never expecting that her marriage will run aground due to her own behavior.

Goodbye Syntia, I did say I would love you for who you are, but you alone made me this way, you made me unable to trust you anymore, now that we have each other's lives, may you get a better man than me.

After being satisfied to look at his home, Alan returned to drive his car to split the road.

"Bi," Dinda walked over to Bi Romlah who was in the kitchen, her face looking anxious as she looked at the front door.

"What's up, Non?" asked Bi Romlah stroking Dinda's arm to calm the woman down.

"I'm scared" he hugged Bi Romlah.

"I was afraid that Alan's brother would come back with Syntia and leave me." he said, inexplicably Dinda felt that Alan still had a heart with his first wife.

"Non take it easy, Auntie's sure Den Alan isn't who Non thought he was."

Just sitting in the dining room, the sound of the car made Dinda run towards the front.

"Sister.." cried Dinda over to Alan who had just gotten out of the car.

Mr. Tedi who saw it just smiled knot.

"Why the hell?" alan asked in surprise as he stroked Dinda's head.

"Kangen, Den." said Bi Romlah who was on the terrace.

"Sorry, yes, I just stopped by the office bentar, said to Bela to look for a new secretary, it's impossible for brother to work in the office again" he replied to invite Dinda to go inside.

It turned out that not only Bi Romlah and Pak Tedi, Bu Yanti and Pak Heru also witnessed the intimacy of both of them from the balcony of the second floor of his house.

"What about Syntia?" dinda looked up at Alan's face, hoping that her husband would say what had happened.

"I told him. So you take it easy, she won't dare to harass you, and I'll make sure she stays away from our family.

Dinda smiled, not to win, but there was something else to tell Alan.

"That means tomorrow I've started to open the stitches" playing Alan's shirt buttons.

Alan rolled his eyes still thinking with Dinda's words.

"Byeah," he answered making Dinda instantly excited.

"But, _ continued Alan who again dimmed that smile.

"You work when I'm at the office, if I'm at home, you can't even hold a sewing machine, even if it's important" he said clearly, because Alan does not want to be duaakan with the inanimate object.

Dinda nodded, then took Alan to the dining room, because the first day in the new house Dinda had already cooked food for them to eat.

"Who's cooking?" alan asked as Dinda picked up the rice.

"I am, now that Auntie just help me, can't cook, pity is old." she licked.

You are indeed very much different from Syntia, what you do is always opposite to her, now I understand, why mom loves you so much, because you are a woman who sincerely loves me for who I am.