Patience of the Second Wife
Seven years ago

After a long day of drifting through every corner of the city, Alan finally gets a berth tonight, at a nightclub Alan parked his car.

It has been eight years Alan did not set foot in that place, and still clearly remember when he was last there.

That was the first time he was met with Faisal and Daka despite being unconscious.

Seven years ago....

A life filled with abundant wealth makes Alan a teenager with free association, the club is a place to hang out every night to eliminate saturation.

Until one night the man was drunk to the point of making him helpless.

Because Alan had too much to drink before he got to his car.

Faisal, who had just come down from the ojek, found Alan's body lying next to a luxury car.

''Wake up, hi, pat Alan on the cheek, Ouch, because there's no way Faisal would let the unconscious person be neglected.

Alan Sudrajat's.

After reading the name Faisal took the key already in his hand.

Still confused as to whose help, he finally called the person who passed him.

''Mas, please dong, pity this man!" pulled the pants of the man who was now pecking beside her.

''Usually mas, here is the place of people like gini because most drink." menoyor jidat Alan who was unconscious.

While Faisal who is original only a few days come from the village only mangosteen mangosteen understand, but still, he could not bear if he had to leave it just like that. It was not his habit to let people who needed his help.

''But mas, pity this mas, like he is also our age, what if this happens to us?'' still wanting to help.

''Introduction to dong.''

The two held out their hands and became acquainted. After that, Daka, who knew little about the state of the city, took Alan's keys and set off an alarm to search for his car.

After finding the car, Faisal and Daka lift it into the car.

''It's also her weight, probably most sins.'' Said Daka with breath ngosan.

''Ah, you are, his body is as big as ours, yes heavy, every human being has sin, not just him.'' cetus Faisal when the person who had only known him for a few minutes spoke of origin.

''Yes, joking, we've brought you home.''

Daka who could indeed drive was directly sitting at the wheel, while Faisal was sitting beside him letting Alan in the back who started vomiting while fussing incoherently.

Daka who was busy driving turned his head towards Faisal who was still hugging his backpack.

''Where are you going?'' ask Daka.

Faisal snorted irritatedly from exhaustion.

''Look for the cost of kosan, but have not found a cheap price, I was spending, but a little expensive, unfortunately if you can find a standard price.'' he lays his back, lamented his back, it's the first time the man has boarded a luxury car, feeling comfortable to unwind.

''What did you come here for? work or college.'' ask again Daka curious, the time is handsome tanpan want to be a building porters, he thought.

''Lecture, Faisal replied.

''Where?'' ask again who knows the same.

''At SS university.'' Faisal replied briefly.

''I am also there, if that is how we struggle, stay in my place.'' Daka bargained, although he did not know more, even though he did not know more, but Daka knows that the person who is currently beside him is a good man who needs to help.

Instantly Faisal widened his eyes to look at the slightly humorous face.

''Really?'' making sure the man next to her was serious about what she said.

''Alright, we will pay it.''

After the two tos agreed, now Daka again remembered the person behind him.

''Where's this guy's house?'' daka asked as he split the streets for a few minutes.

''Just a moment, I saw first.'' again look at Alan's ktp who is still in his pocket.

''Road X.'' he said.

Daka smiled, ''The son of a rich man he.'' he muttered.

''What if we dump him, then we take him out of his car, said Daka momentarily stopped his car on the side of the road.

''E...lady, do not pity him, later if we are arrested by the police how, pity the mother and father in the village.'' replied Faisal innocently.

Daka laughed off hearing the man's words that took him seriously.

''Flirting, Daka explained as Faisal looked at him with a probing look.

He is really kind, honest and what he is.

Upon arrival in front of the mansion, Faisal and Daka could only gawk unblinkingly, this was the first time he looked at the luxurious palace and it was not just a post on the phone, but it was real before his eyes.

''This is really her house?'' he pointed to Alan who was asleep.

''Yes, replied Daka while staring at the blind phone screen.

Faisal called the security guard who had just opened the gate to help lift Alan's body, this time they were really tired if they had to be alone, not to mention the distance of the car to his house a few meters, it must take extra energy.

Just in front of the terrace, some helpers opened the door and let them in, inside there were already two parents Alan in the living room.

''I'm sorry, Alan took care of you, '' said Bu Yanti gently opened her son's shoes.

''No matter what aunt, but we are not her best friends, Faisal replied lowered his head, afraid to be blamed for Alan's situation at that time.

"If it's not the law, who are you?'' this time it was Heru who opened his voice.

Both of them were getting scared and clinging to both hands.

''So my friend found Om's son in front of the club, he didn't have the heart, so we were anterin home.''

Good young man, I have to introduce Alan to them to be better and not too free.

''Where did you go to college?'' ask Heru sir to approach Daka and Faisal.

''At SS University.'' replied Daka who first entered there.

''If it is the same as Alan.'' said Mr. Heru feel lucky because it is easier to bring them closer.

After thinking enough, Daka and Faisal decided to go home because it was late at night, what else the two did not bring a vehicle, finally Daka ordered an ojek online for both.

Flashback...

With Alan's shaky move into the club, perhaps drinking is the only way to get rid of his current burden.

Alan barged in and sat down on the empty chair while staring at the passing visitors.

Not even the waiter who approached him offered something, Alan had already said his order.

A few minutes passed by two bottles of wine were present in front of him, in the face of the sticky drink.

Heh... Alan smiled bitterly and grabbed the bottle in front of him.

Dinda, I have to get you back, however, you have to be mine, Alan's inner self before sipping that drink that hasn't touched in years.