Sharing Husband
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Sharing Husband

Author: Ersu Lonely Room

Which woman would share her husband with another woman? Sharing happiness and sharing a bed?. Especially when the wedding is still a corn, when the sweet honey in the sip there is another honey that the husband wants to stop.

Davira my name, a wife who spin sweet household honey, behind the shade of sacred promise, happiness is so perfect for me because it has a husband who loves me very much, marriage has been running for two years, and I have a husband who loves me very much, but it still feels in a hanimunan atmosphere, yes, because it has not been gifted a baby, so every time I spend time with my husband who is very handsome and loving.

Night before bed, as usual, he told me about his activities all day, as well as myself, while tucking my forehead, my husband said if he intended to marry again, while I was silent, my husband said, and feel if the world stops spinning for a moment for a few seconds.

"Yank, I want to get married again, can I?" he said, while peeping my forehead.

For a moment I was silent.

"As long as I know who the woman, who has stolen a part of your heart from me yank, I don't mind if it makes you happy" I said softly, replying to her kiss.

It was cold that night, though my body was embraced by the warmth, the body of the field, but it was frozen, yes, my heart was frozen.

The next morning, as I was preparing breakfast, my husband twice said that he intended to propose to the woman he wanted to marry, with a beating heart chasing each other, I tried to set the rhythm of the irregular beat slowly.

"Yes, set the time yank, when to go the proposal? let me prepare everything, of course go with me proposal also yank?" I said with a smile, and blabbed her favorite warm sweet tea.

I rushed to the kitchen to get boiled chicken eggs for breakfast. For a moment I stood in front of the two-door refrigerator and leaned over, pulling the end of the veil, so that the clear grain was slightly restrained, then I returned to the dining table.

"Yank, get the proposal later. But have not bought the ring, you can buy a ring like this model," said my husband while showing the ring model on his mobile phone.

"Sure yank, I'll find him later. What time did the proposal go?" much

"Ba'da isya, you will be ready after isya" he said as he left. I kissed her hand as usual.

This step seemed to float, the leaves fell from the twigs, as well as all my happiness that fell into the wind. I bought the engagement ring according to the size requested by my husband. Just waiting later after the issue, I will go to propose a second wife for my husband.

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Don't ask me what this faint crumble of feeling is like, when I prepare everything for my husband's proposal, for his second wife, it is certainly humane if I feel the pain that is raining.

I hid the clear threads behind a smile, which was framed by both hands (my husband).

I was asked by my mother many times over the phone.

"Son, are you ready for polygamy?" ask mother lirih.

" Yes Umi, I'm sincere, if I re-marry, because her happiness is my happiness," I replied, with my voice choked up for holding something in my chest.

"Son, your Abi gave you the name Davira in the sense of, wisely, whether this is what is called wise by zoning yourself," exclaimed the mother.

"Umi, I never wronged myself, I just tried to be a wife who obeys religion and to the husband" I said, trying hard.

Yes, I sincerely Ilham married again, even though a small heart there is a raining pain, humane not if I feel the same way, how do so many hurt women out there?. But I am not the one who is hurt, because Ilham is not adulterous, he only wants to fulfill the Religious Law.

Ba'da isya arrived, I prepared everything, I stole myself behind the shar'i robe I wore. I saw Ilham occasionally smiling in a direction that was out of nowhere, for sure his gaze was not in my direction, there was nothing dripping from the corner of the eye, the sturdy embankment slightly collapsed due to flooding without rain. How could this drought make the dike I made so overflowed that it dropped a clear grain that was so valuable. These tears had not been shed for a long time before two days ago. I used to drip when the silence was against Umi and Abi when Ilham asked me to, and now the circle had to drip when Ilham would ask for another woman.

"Yank, already? let's go now" said Ilham.

"Yes already yank," I said as I fixed the veil that covered this face.

A little camouflaged eyes, and thankfully Ilham did not pay so much attention to the eyelids are slightly swollen, because many times crying. I took a deep breath, saying bismillah. We also went to the house of his future wife Ilham.

We were also welcomed by the family of the future wife of Ilham, after chatting long enough to come to the point.

There is a smile that expands from the beautiful face of the idol girl of Ilham, as well as from the face of Ilham who looks radiant, as when he proposed to me.

After the proposal, I greeted the future wife of Ilham and hugged her.

Don't say that if I'm a hypocrite, I'm sincere even if I'm a little sick.

We came home from the house of the future wife of Ilham after the date and month of marriage was determined by the parents of the woman. Three months later the wedding will be held. On the date and in the good month.

Arriving at home I rushed to the bathroom to change clothes and wash the embankment that was completely broken. For more than 20 minutes, I was in the bathroom, so many times Ilham called me.

"Honey, you are doing a really long cock in the bathroom, mas want to brush your teeth," exclaimed mas Ilham.

"But then, I'm Pup, again" I replied lying.

I came out of the bathroom after washing my face.

That night though Ileham was beside me, but the soul of Ilham was not with me but with Sakila his future wife. I turned my back while trying to close my eyes that were not closed.

Ah, I'm a hypocrite, when I say don't say I'm a hypocrite.

"Darling, are you asleep?" whisper in my ear.

I did not answer and pretended to be asleep, but Ilham knew that I was pretending to be asleep.

"Wouldn't you hug your husband?" exclaimed Ilham while turning my face towards him.

"Mas, let me hold you until dawn, stay like this" I said, hugging his chest.

A little better when I put this feeling in his arms. Yes, my love for Ilham is great, he is my first and last love. That's why I love Ilham so much. In the early days of marriage where I dared to embrace Ilham mas like this, to shake his hand had made my heart pound irregular.

Seriate

Lonely Room, 08-02-20

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