Patience of the Second Wife
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Brother 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 never repay all your treatment to me. We pray the same, may our farewell be the best way, and when you read this letter I am no longer here, do not hate me as Dinda, the one who entered into your life accidentally, but remember and miss me as the mother of our child. Goodby.

The contents of the letter seemed to be a sword incision for Alan of Dinda with his treatment during their marriage, not a shred of mercy, and not a shred of affection was poured out, he said, it's just the hatred Alan always presents to Dinda.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Alan immediately contacted the office asking for the full address of his former secretary, because the time is still very enough to go to Dinda's village, Alan immediately prepared.

''Hey, I'm going, take good care of my son, and pray that I can bring his mother home. Tell Syntia I'm out of town!"

Bi Romlah nodded and smiled.

May your good intentions get good results.

The trip that took three hours was very tiring, now Alan's car has arrived in the village where Dinda lived before going to the city. From inside the car, Alan stared at the house with white paint, which was considered luxurious for the house in the village area, although it was too small and simple for Alan.

They must be home.

After getting out of the car, Alan looked down kindly at the person passing in front of his in-laws' house.

Do you and dad still want to accept my apology after knowing my behavior all this time.

Still a little reluctant, afraid of something that he did not want to happen, but the desire to meet his wife deepened and this can no longer be contained.

''Excuse me.'' said Alan while knocking on the door.

There was no answer, but there was a sound from within.

Who's crying, Mom or Dinda.

It feels like Alan barged in and hugged tightly if it was Dinda, but if his mother Alan wants to insist on apologizing in front of him, but all that was just his wish.

Alan again reached into his pants pocket to make sure that the address obtained from the office was correct.

This is the address.

''Excuse me.'' Alan raised his voice again.

Still no one answered or greeted him, seen in front of his eyes some sewing machines were lined up there, and some cloth was piled up, Alan remembered where he had forbidden Dinda from putting her favorite machine in the living room.

Is not the husband's house the wife's house, but I foolishly forbid you to put your sewing machine in my place, if I had known it would be like this, I would not have disobeyed you, hope you're okay.

"Excuse me." Alan once again raised his voice.

The occupants of the house who heard Alan's cry came out, not Dinda, in-laws, or his brother-in-law, but a beautiful girl the same age as his second wife.

The girl who knew Alan's status smiled, because after all Alan was still a relative.

"Please enter!" he said it kindly.

Looks like he's Dinda's brother who was at the time coming to my mom's house for seven months.

Not saying a word Alan walked in and sat in the living room.

"I'll call you uncle!" said again.

Alan nodded and prepared for what else he would face this time.

After waiting for a few minutes, it was not the person who said uncle came but the girl again brought a cup of black coffee.

"Please drink!" put the coffee on the table.

"Where are you and Mom?" alan asked as the sobbing voice that had not been heard again.

"There's inside" he replied pointing to the slightly open room.

The girl went back into the kitchen through her Uncle and Aunt's room.

Saturated, that's what Alan felt that needed reassurance from his two parents-in-law, sometimes the man looked at the clock that was circular in his hand and it turned out to be dusk.

Even the cup of coffee was over in his sip, but his two in-laws had not yet seen wanting to see him.

Not only that, many who possessed his soul while staring at the entire room filled with clothes made by Bu Tatik, exactly Dinda's room was at her house and it moved her heart to meet Dinda immediately and return her to her original state.

Alan looked back at the girl who had been expecting him to drink, cleaning the dining table.

Almost, because Alan could not stay there just waiting for the uncertain.

In the lyrics again the door that reads the name of Dinda and her photo.

Not paying attention if the thief called Alan took the picture and slipped it in the pocket of the jacket before approaching the girl who was very similar to Dinda.

"I'm sorry, actually, you and Mom want to not see me?" alan asked hesitantly, as the girl seemed to be as quiet as his wife.

"Sorry, Aunt was crying hysterically, so maybe she is sleeping now" replied the girl.

Alan mangosteen mangosteen understands.

"If father?" ask her again.

"Uncle calm aunty because since returning from the city they did not leave the house at all" he explained again.

"If bang Faisal is with Dinda?"

The girl just shrugged both of her shoulders.

That means they don't come home, but they live where Faisal bought a new apartment to avoid me.

Alan, who was impatient with his wait, approached his room-in-law. Not yet knocked, Mr. Yanto came out and landed his index finger lipped, asking Alan not to let out his voice.

The look on his face was gloomy as he patted Alan's arm.

''Do you want to come here?'' ask Mr. Yanto who incidentally is a patient person.

''Come ''Come!" he invited Alan to sit back in the living room.

''Sir, I'm sure you know my problem with Dinda."

Mr. Yanto just nodded without a sound.

''I'm sorry for my behavior all this time" Alan cupped his hands together.

''I'm here to see Dinda" Alan said.

Mr. Yanto let out a long sigh, as the old man did not know where Faisal was taking his sister.

Pak Yanto shook his head. ''Father also did not know where his brother took Dinda to, he did not tell us, Faisal just said that Dinda needed calm, and could not get together with Father and Mother.''

Alan was confused by his father's statement.

''So Dinda is still in town?'' alan asked again to make sure that his wife was still living there and had not returned home.

Pak Yanto nodded.

I have to go home, I have to find Dinda, as tired as I'm not going to stop until I really find her in good shape.