Test Loyalty
The Heart that is Wounded

Dhena got up from her seat and then walked towards the administration desk.

"With Dhena Khoirunnisa's mother, the purpose of checking into poly ENT?" ask the young lady to make sure.

"Yes, Ma'am," Dhena replied commenting on a smile as she nodded her head.

"TIT poli today who is practicing doctor Gagah Haidar. After from here Bu Dhena can go directly to his room on the third floor," added the woman as well as give directions to Dhena.

After saying thank you Dhena rushed towards the elevator door that would take her to the third floor.

While walking down the corridor of the hospital Dhena remembered the name of the doctor who seemed familiar to her hearing. Dashing Haidar.

However, his heart brushed aside all the conjectures in his mind if the name was someone who had been close to Dhena.

Dhena was now standing in front of the elevator door. When he entered the narrow room, there was one man who was very familiar in his memory.

"Bold Guts, huh?" ask Dhena to make sure.

The man nodded his head quickly raising the question of the woman standing opposite him.

"Dhena Khoirunnis? Why is it here?" the straight man scrunched his forehead.

Dashing Haidar is the first man who can be familiar with Dhena before Dhena hit Iwan. Because their introduction began when Dhena became a student at one of the campuses where she studied after graduating from high school.

The shady-eyed man who once saved Dhena when he was about to pay for drinks at a mini market near the campus.But, it turns out his wallet forgot to be brought because it is still left in the boarding house.

The familiarity of the two became even more intense when they were in one of the groups of one of the rohis organizations on his campus.

Dhena used to admire the figure of a gallant who according to her personality is very different from most men he knows. The five-time prayer that is always awake and always congregating in the campus mosque makes Dhena's heart always warm rustle whenever accidentally cross paths with Bravery.

Perky who once received an ENT specialist medical education now he is assigned to a private hospital.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor and went out. Dashing immediately entered his practice room because there were already several patients queuing up in chairs lined up in front of the entrance of his room.

Dhena sat on the waiting bench with several other patients. It's at number five.

***

Nelly's back at her house. Just undergoing a recovery period. For some days he was accompanied by Hariz.

Nelly gasped for a moment after reading some chat via whatsApp on Hariz's phone. The beautiful woman did not expect that Hariz would return to him just for the sake of his mother.

Holding back the turmoil inside her chest, the twenty-seven-year-old woman placed the phone back on the room table. Trying to cover up how broken her heart was at this moment.

"Mother, why cry?" Questions from Vito, his first son who is now six years old mess up Nelly's daydream.

"Emh ... No, really, honey, Mother does not cry," she replied stuttering while wiping the tears that were still left in the corner of the net using the tips of her thumb.

"Bad naughty. Vito played once again but, now Vito even left bobo, in front of the TV," his title embraces the mother.

"Yaudah, now Vito bobo lunches with mother aja, yuk, here." Nelly took me and laid Vito's tiny body on her bed.

A few minutes later, the little guy's eyelids began to close completely. The omen had already turned to his beautiful dreamland. Slowly Nelly got up and sat on the edge of the bed while occasionally making sure her son was completely asleep.

Nelly walked over to the door and walked out to make sure that her husband was still sleeping in the living room as his son had said.

Hariz was sleeping on his back with one hand facing the television still burning with a loud voice.

Somehow the thirty-four year old man looked very comfortable sleeping in such a position. The noise from the electronic device was as if it did not make him disturbed.

After turning off the television and closing the front door Nelly took the initiative to return to the room. A sense of urgency with chat on Hariz's phone continues to fill his head.

In the room, after locking it first. Nelly began to dare to open the blue color application with the logo F owned by her husband. Some of the status on the homepage of the social media account was nothing that made him suspicious.

However, the white woman's heart seemed to be sliced when she opened Hariz's Facebook inbok.

The warm liquid started to decay back instantly from the corner of the net. Without being able to hold it anymore. His faint gaze read the message from Hariz sent to Dhena's number.

["Patience, yes, dear. They do all this because they are forced. Rest assured. Until this moment you are the only wife who always fills the heart of Mas. There was never a second or third woman."]

'So, all this time my presence is considered as what? If as a second I never acknowledged?' nelly's inner scream in the heart.

***

Which woman's heart doesn't melt when she finds her man lying behind her? His attitude shows as if he loves her. But it turns out his heart is only for his first wife. Nelly hopes all this is just a nightmare she only feels for a while.

But the truth is, all of this is real. The harsh reality he had to live.

During this time Nelly felt, Hariz was a man as well as a good husband and attentive to his small family. The affection for him and his first child Vito is so real seen with his attitude that always spoils Vito from the first they meet to the present. Vito is not from Hariz's flesh.

***

"For the next few days it seems like Mas can't come back here, yes, you're fine at Vito's house" Hariz said as they enjoyed the breakfast.

"Yes, Mum." Nelly tried to be as habitual and normal as possible in the presence of Hariz. It was as if she had not found out about her husband's chat to Dhena behind him.

Although deep in his heart Nelly insisted on damping the piercing pain gelenyer every time his memory was turned to Hariz's friendly chat with his first wife.

"Mas has to accompany Dhena, she must need Mas because she is pregnant with our second child so it seems like she can't come back here any sooner," hariz said without caring about Nelly's heart which was increasingly sliced by Hariz's speech just now.

"Yes, Mas, I understand, really. Every wife who is pregnant must really need a husband figure beside her." Nelly tried to smile in front of Hariz. Hiding his heart wound.

'I have to be self-conscious. I am only the second woman who can never replace Dhena in Mas Hariz's heart, Nelly's inner self.