Patience of the Second Wife
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The birth of the baby will surely be missed by every pregnant mother, but not for Dinda, as if wanting the baby to continue in her stomach, she said, the increasing age of her womb increasingly makes Dinda's heart sore, how not, even though it was her biological child, Dinda has already said a promise and it is a debt that must be paid.

As if it was not necessary if he had to part with the baby, but this time Dinda tried to toughen up, because she could still give birth to a child even from another man, although from another man, but Dinda felt sorry for Syntia, the poor woman, the woman who could not give her husband a child.

''Are you sure you want to give your child to your husband?'' with eyes so serious Faisal asked that repeatedly, and Dinda's answer remained the same, nodding, and Dinda would not lick her tongue.

''Alright, if that's your decision brother also can't do anything,'' hugged Dinda before leaving work.

It seemed like this morning it was cloudy, the black cloud covering the sun that would reveal its light.

Dinda who from earlier looked at the sky was finally choosing to enter the house, today Amel did not come because there is an important event with his buttons, Amel said, and the woman could not take Dinda because of the long journey, fearing that Dinda was tired with her already big belly.

Alone gini is good to do yes, Inner Dinda.

Finally the pregnant woman opened her phone, the goods were important, but in fact Dinda just scroll because nothing important came in.

''Did I go to the house of Brother Alan, yes, my clothes are still partially left there, and I will take the sewing machine and clothes made by me, who knows how to do, and I will take the sewing machine and clothes made by me, if it is sold online.'' he murmured.

After solidifying her heart, Dinda grabbed her bag and walked out of her brother's apartment.

This time Dinda chose to take a taxi rather than an ojek, because Dinda was quickly tired if sitting late.

Thirty minutes later Dinda arrived in front of Alan's house, as usual the house was quiet, there were only guards on duty and maids doing their own activities.

''Don Dinda, exclaimed Bi Romlah ran over to hug the body of Dinda who is currently in the doorway.because of the deep longing bi Romlah to shed tears when Dinda was commenting on a smile.

Dimple and grimy teeth that typical make anyone will not be able to forget the face of Dinda.

''Bi, don't gini dong, stroke Bi Romlah's back that vibrates.

''What's the non of coming back here again?'' ask Bi Romlah enthusiastically.

Dinda shakes. ''Now I live with the Faisal bang, and I'm sorry I can't come here with Bibi anymore, he said weakened. Dinda's eyes came to reflect, even though Alan gave a bitter memory in the house, but Bi Romlah and the other maids gave such beautiful memories, even Bi Romlah who helped Dinda with whatever she needed.

''Auntie understands, wherever non is, aunty will pray that non get the best place, ''' Prayer bi Romlah.

Dinda again grabbed the middle-aged woman's body.

''Non want to see den Alan?'' take her in.

Dinda shook her head, I want to take my clothes that are left behind here, rather than being thrown away just like Alan minglingan I brought, and all sewing machines, good enough to make later in the village,'' he said he explained the purpose again.

Bi Romlah nodded and escorted Dinda to her room.

But this time Dinda stopped her steps when the voice from Alan and Syntia's room sounded noisy, and during the marriage with Alan this time Dinda heard the couple's husband and wife snapping at each other.

Dinda looked at Bi Romlah who now even shrugged both shoulders hinting that Bi Romlah also did not know the problems that befell Alan and Syntia.

Dinda who understood the meaning of Bi Romlah was directly to her room.

Dinda opened the closet to pick up a pile of clothes and her own clothes were still left there, not wanting to leave a single one of hers in the room, for her he would leave without leaving any trace for Alan.

''What about the sewing machine, Non?'' bi Romlah asked, it is impossible for Dinda to raise her own even though with the help of Bi Romlah it is impossible to be strong too.

''Pak Tedi has Bi, just ask for help with him.''

Finally Bi Romlah came back down to call Mr. Tedi who was in front.

While waiting for Bi Romlah and Tedi, Dinda took a paper and pen from the drawer.

He wrote a short message from the heart.

Kan Alan, I'm sorry, if my presence all this time makes you and Ms. Syntia uncomfortable, I'll go far with all the injuries you've ever given me, but for whatever sake I will not reciprocate your treatment of me, we are the same as praying that our separation is the best way, and when you read this letter, we are the same, I'm not here anymore, don't hate me as Dinda the one who got into your life by accident, but remember and miss me as the Mother of our son, goodbye.

After wiping her tears Dinda took off her wedding ring and put it on the paper, then folded it neatly, not forgetting Dinda put the paper back in the drawer.

Mr. Tedi came with Bi Romlah, the two immediately carried out the command to lift the sewing machine to bring him down.

Dinda followed him from behind carrying her backpack.

When passing back through Alan's room, Dinda still heard the noise, but not as loud as before, it's funny that Dinda, for him Alan and Syntia are not his business anymore.

Fortunately the woman asked for a taxi to wait for her, and it made it easier for her to go home.

''Thank you sir, Bi, I'm going home,''

Bi Romlah nodded, seeing Dinda who was a little troubled for the road made bi Romlah pity, but he could do anything but pray the best.

Bi Romlah and Mr. Tedi waved their hands like Dinda as the taxi left Alan's yard.

Bi Romlah back in, accidentally passed by Alan who put his disheveled face towards the dining table.

''It looks like there is a car sound, who is coming?'' alan asked who was still staring at the back of the taxi.

''Sorry, den, Non Dinda came.'' Bi Romlah hesitated fearing that Alan was angry.

Instantly Alan looked at Bi Romlah's face to make sure that the maid was not lying.

''Remember him?'' ask Alan again.

''Take the sewing machine and his clothes, he said he wanted to be taken to Den Faisal's house, '' Bi Romlah explained and left Alan.

Alan who felt still chaotic debate with Syntia was just silent and grabbed his hair as if his mind was dead-end and could not think clearly.