Patience of the Second Wife
Mother's inner voice

Is there not a dash of love for her? and are there not a few beautiful words dedicated to him? maybe that's what Dinda's asking right now.

The desired event occurred, but not in a tragic way. Even Alan seemed to have no heart had made him like a cheap woman in front of him, now his gaze was only fixed on the laptop that was bought by Faisal bang.

If that time with a full look at everything, now turned around, Dinda can only shed her tears, let alone the spirit it feels to continue her life just hard to remember her who is not appreciated by her husband.

Now only his family's face flashed through his brain. It is the shadow of his Mother and Father that can strengthen himself who is already on the verge of the river, which at any time can drown him.

''Dinda.'' The voice of the person whom he now hates is echoing. Dinda wiped her tears before opening the door.

Brother Alan can not know that I am sad, I do not want if he is angry again and treat me like before, his mind.

Lying might be better.

The door was open, her husband was there.

''What's wrong, brother?'' he said with a smile of falsehood.

''We have dinner, '' he said with a flat face.

Dinda nodded and closed the door again.

''Remember! don't tell Syntia what happened," she said again before Dinda stepped on her feet.

Why if you know Syntia, I'm your wife too, even though you treat me like a paid woman, but still it's my duty to serve you.

''Just relax, I won't tell her until one day that will tell you who I really am" without looking back Dinda left Alan still unmoved.

Arriving at the dinner table, Dinda sat at the very end, away from the chair of Syntia and Alan, without waiting for Alan to sit He just took the rice and his favorite side dish.

There was no sound, only the thump of spoons and dishes that enlivened the dining table and no one told Dinda to move, occasionally Alan only glanced at his second wife who was greedily eating her food.

What happened to Non Dinda, Den Alan scolded her, what a pity she was, since living in this house, Non Dinda was unhappy, he said, may Den Alan quickly realize who deserves to be loved and not.

As time came, after Dinda finished bringing her plate back to the back to approach Bi Romlah who is now a handful of kitchen utensils.

''Go to my room for a while, help me change the spray," he said slowly, his face back to weld and grope.

Bi Romlah nodded and patted the back of Dinda's hand, hinting to be stronger in the face of the test.

''Have you never been taught manners?" chirps Syntia as Dinda passes the dining table to her room.

The girl stopped her steps and turned her body back to face her husband's first wife.

''What do you mean?'' ask Dinda again.

Heh...Syntia moved closer to Dinda.

''You didn't see your husband still eating, but you just left him" pointed to Alan and explained the mistake Dinda had just made.

Dinda looked at her husband who was chewing his food slowly, like thinking of something.

''Brother Alan is an adult, and can eat alone right, mbak alone is enough to accompany Brother Alan, and he also does not need me, either, after all, manners are only for people who have a heart," he replied softly in a satirical tone.

How dare he say it like that, I make sure you will no longer be able to open your mouth after knowing how I really am.

Because there was no answer Dinda left Syntia or Alan.

Arriving in Dinda's room could only sigh deeply, trying the steel heart to get through it all.

''You want a spray that's a picture of what, Non?'' asked Bi Romlah to open the closet, I don't know when Dinda came.

''Auntie kayak little children just wear in tawari everything, it's up to aunt, the important thing is to make the heart cool,'' cetusnya and go to the bathroom.

The strong Non, aunty sure someday happy it will never be separated from you.

Bi Romlah smiled slightly, while pulling a spray with a sign of missing something in that place.

Maybe with the presence of the baby will make Den Alan aware, hopefully non-quick contains.

''It's over, Bi?" dinda asked after coming out of the bathroom, the woman looked brighter after washing her face.

''Already, Non stayed asleep, a beautiful dream huh." scooped up a dirty shirt and took it out.

After Bi Romlah died, Dinda opened his laptop which is now the only thing to forget the problems he faced, the lessons He got all day from Stefany were full of meaning, it was full of meaning, where He knows how to make patterns with various circles in different modern times, not only that, now He also knows it turns out to be a Designer not as easy as he once imagined, it takes time and effort to achieve their dreams.

"How are you, mom and dad, they must miss me, if I just call, but it's late" looked at the clock from his phone. ''They must have been sleeping too.

Long life, just Dinda returned her phone, now the flat object rings.

Father's name there, as if doused in a block of ice, Dinda's heart was so cold, with rushing He dragged the green badge of the sign of acceptance.

''Mister, Dinda is kangen," Dinda's voice started the conversation. Unaware of the girl crying as much as possible made the middle-aged man at the other end gasp in shock.

What are you, son? asked Mr. Yanto panicked, even the heart of Mr. Dinda could not be conditioned to hear the voice of his son with a trembling tone.

Dinda who realized talking to anyone wiped her tears and relativized herself not to show her sadness.

He finally smiled, though smirked.

''No sir, I'm just missing my father and mother, you're healthy right?" tanya Dinda switched the conversation not to discuss her.

Dinda heard a boisterous laughing voice there. ''Father and Mother are healthy, don't worry about us, you are happy right?'' this time it was Mrs Tatik who raised her voice.

''I'm happy Ma'am, Sis Alan and his family are good with me, when will I also go home anyway, it's been a night of sleep, must have a lot of stitches right?'' said Dinda who had wanted to end her connection because she could not stand if she had to hold back her crying for a long time.

Yes, well, good there.

Dinda hung up the phone and went back to sobbing.

While Across there Bu Tatik is now holding his chest which suddenly feels tight after hearing Dinda's voice.

''Sir, how do I feel bad huh, is it true that Dinda is happy, or is she lying to us sir?''

Mr. Yanto smiled, We just pray Mom, hope Dinda happy," said Pak Yanto to make sure Bu Tatik not to grieve.