Patience of the Second Wife
Faisal's Request

Dinda stared at the face of her brother who seemed to have no passion in the slightest, even the man occasionally chose to be alone and did not want to be disturbed, but it is not Dinda who is just silent with her brother's problems. The heavily pregnant woman continued to urge her brother to tell her what he was facing right now, as this time Dinda really forced Faisal to tell the story.

There is nothing about Din, even though the word is repeatedly said, Dinda does not believe it just like that.

''If you don't want to tell a story, I don't want to stay with you anymore.'' Threaten.

Faisal immediately turned his head to think about the fate of his sister, not to mention that Dinda gave birth soon.

"All right, sit here!" patting the sofa next to him that was still empty, because Dinda already wanted to leave.

"Abang again nyari work," he said still accompanied by a smile.

"I mean brother?" dinda asked if there were any problems with her work at Alan's office.

"Besok brother will resign from Alan's office, and brother will move," he said again.

Dinda lowered her head, this must be all because of her, she thought.

"But brother is also not sure that Om Heru will allow brother," he complained again.

Confused it struck because his family had been getting closer, making Mr. Heru impossible to take off Faisal just like that without the right reason.

"I'm sorry Dinda ya bang" said Dinda grabbing Faisal's hand.

''The wrong thing, so you don't say it like that, you're fine, don't think about it, pity your baby, '' Faisal assured Dinda that it's no big deal.

''Oh...yeah, yesterday you took your goods as well as who?'' Faisal switched the conversation.

''Alone, take a taxi.''

Faisal only mangosteen mangosteen.

''Did you meet Alan there?'' ask Faisal again.

Dinda shakes. ''It seems like brother Alan fought with Mbak Syntia, and I did not dare call him.''

Charming, just deserve his face tangled when in the office.

''Yes, Brother wants to go to Om Heru's house, want to say about it, what do you want to come with at home?'' tawar Faisal, because Bu Yanti must have asked Dinda.

''Ikut,'' he replied, coincidentally the weekend, all along Dinda took the road, refreshing to refresh his brain.

Dinda went straight into her room to get changed, and so did Faisal.

Dinda tear apart the contents of his closet looking for clothes that are still loose, because already some clothes in the way it was narrow in the abdomen, but just bought it Amel, he was, but only a few weeks have not been able to fit.

''Abang.'' cried Dinda when she heard the door of the next room closed.

''Why do you need help?'' Faisal approached Dinda who was still at home in front of the closet.

Faisal frowned when he found Dinda's shirt aground on the floor. ''This is why clothes, deck?'' faisal asked, picking it up and putting it on the bed.

''No loading.'' The mirror picked up the clothes that were still hanging.

Faisal looked at his sister, how could he never pay attention to Dinda, until the clothes must be complained.

How can clothes I do not pay attention to it, I am a useless brother, and I am a brother who can not make Dinda happy.

"If so you wait for a moment, brother buy it!" stroking Dinda's arm.

Just turning her body, Dinda grabbed Faisal's wrist.

"No need, my brother just help find the fit, any more will be born, Mubadzir also." he asked to bring Faisal to the front of the closet.

Finally Faisal chose maternity clothes for Dinda, somehow how many times tried the same results, always narrow when in the abdomen.

Until reaching the end of Faisal mengewer dress milk chocolate color.

"This seems to fit." alternately staring at Dinda's body and the dress she was holding.

"Yes, I tried?'' bring a dress that has never been worn to the bathroom.

True what happened Faisal, it turns out that the clothes fit the body and abdomen, even Dinda looks so beautiful.

"You're so pretty on deck" Faisal said, staring at Dinda from top to bottom.

After being ready, not waiting for more time, Faisal immediately drove his car to Bu Yanti's house.

"Let's get some ice cream, bang!" dinda said as they reached her home.

Faisal nodded silently.

Alan's car is also here, which means he's also here Faisal's inner self when he just got off the car.

Just like Faisal, Dinda's gaze also led to a very familiar car in her eyes.

''We're going in yuk!" take his eyes off the car. As he said, Alan was no longer Dinda's business because soon they would be separated.

"Mama, '' call Dinda after opening the door.

Everyone in the living room turned their heads, including Alan, when they heard Dinda's distinctive voice.

"Dinda, '' Bu Yanti immediately went to her beloved daughter-in-law.

"You want to stay here, right?'' Mama misses you, you haven't played here in a long time." stroking Dinda's hair.

Faisal was still beside him.

Not giving an answer, Dinda turned to Faisal.

"Not what if you want to nginep," the green light turns on, that means that bang Faisal does allow it.

"Well, if that's what I'm gonna do here."

Alan who was in the living room just stared without wanting to say hello, either, since Dinda came out of his house, he was also awkward with Faisal, even though they were still in one office, even though they were still in one office, of course, the friendship rope has faded and now they are only working partners.

"Om, kiss the back of Om Heru's hand.

"Al, extend his hand towards Alan.

Alan received the helping hand, as did Dinda who kissed the back of Alan's hand, as they were still married.

After Faisal sat down, the atmosphere of the family room was a little quiet, but Faisal did not want to buy any more time.

"Om, I came here I want to talk," said Faisal still hesitant.

"You're like anyone, just talk if you need something, don't hesitate, just think Om this is your family."

Faisal slightly glanced at Alan who seemed to be a little messed up.

"I want to get out of Alan's company, I want to find another job" he said without further ado.

All were stunned including Alan, Dinda who knew it chose to go to his room.

"Why?" tanya Om Heru is serious.

"What's your salary less? Are you guys fighting?" ask Heru again.

Faisal smiled, "No Om, Alan has been so good with me, about the salary he always loved more.''

"Continue?" it was Mama Yanti's turn to ask.

I have to say what, no way, I said because Alan and Dinda want a divorce, and there's no way that I said there's a problem with them.

"I just want to find a new atmosphere, I want to help Dinda develop her business to make clothes, I beg you, grant my request, Faisal cupped both hands.

"Are you sure that's your only reason?" as if I can't believe that's what Om Heru is right now.

Faisal nodded.

"Om it's up to Alan, he's your boss," seeing Faisal Om Heru's plea to leave the decision to his son, despite wanting the middle-aged man to prevent it, but all of that was beyond his power when he heard Faisal's reasoning.

Alan who had been silent was forced to look at Faisal's face.

"Well, tomorrow prepare a letter of resignation to the office" Alan said and left the room.

If that's your choice right now, I can't force it, but the office door will remain open for you at any time.