Test Loyalty
Accidental Mistakes

Every woman has a different way of marriage. The story of each person's marriage can have its own color. There is always something so personal about everything that is related to marriage.

Every woman must have a shadow of her dream marriage. And Nelly as well. In the hope of his marriage will be full of happiness with Hariz, a man who had long loved and admired in silence.

But hope is often very different from reality. Her dream wedding was really just a mirage. Because circumstances do not permit it to be made. Nelly never chose the wrong partner. He loved Hariz so much that Nelly felt at the beginning of their marriage.

Nelly's marriage was the second wife of a Hariz. Of course, it is often filled with fear and anxiety. Although he tried to ignore the slanted comments and nyinyir of the people around him as an actor, or woman destroyer of people's households. There's been a lot of insults he's heard, but he's trying to be okay. Because in the end he realized that this was the path he chose to take, he had to accept the consequences.

Until now maybe Nelly's dream marriage is not yet achievable. But he realized it was not at all an excuse not to be happy.

Being second, this is often in the heart. The second one means to be after others. Regardless of what people say as bullies, vandals and so on, anyone has the possibility to be second. Either the first one's still on the side or it's gone.

But second, the question and the answer are actually in the heart. Focusing on what we think of as a problem, but the way out of it actually also depends on how we free ourselves from what we think and act the best.

Then does being second mean inviting disaster? Certainly, if this only harmed His servant, Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala would never allow polygamy (An-Nisa [4]:3) or allow someone who had separated from a previous spouse to remarry. I don't know ... Nelly herself lately always felt shackled by her current position.

The woman who was still in her bedroom then got up and began to prepare to go pick up Vito at her budenya house .Vito was playing with his cousin there.

"Vito, how come you don't have a father, anyway?" The plain question of his cousin's brother suddenly made Vito's face suddenly become grim.

"I have a father, my father, Father Hariz," he replied, trying to deny his cousin's words.

"Had a father of the time is often not home," the fishing rod of the seven-year-old daughter made Vito feel increasingly cornered.

Seeing the presence of Nelly who was walking closer to him Vito immediately rushed into the arms of the mother while holding back tears.

"Mother, said Brother Sinta, I said he did not have a father. I have a father, right, Bun? My dad, Hariz's dad, right, huh?" Vito continues to sulk in Nelly's embrace.

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"I see your marriage to your husband isn't okay, Dhena?" dashing Tanya started to open up a conversation between the two of them.

Dhena who was sitting next to him flinched. There is no way he told his household ulcers to the man who had helped him a lot in the past.

"Mas, I'm asking to be dropped off at the mouth of this alley, just. Let there be no misunderstandings like the one that happened yesterday," Pinta Dhena diverted the theme of the talk of Dashing.

"Relatedly? Strong?" He turned his head towards Dhena.

Dhena nodded her head quickly.

"But, sorry, allow me to take you to the door. Make sure you are okay," said Gaga still insisted.

However, Dashing did not foresee the request of the woman next to him. He continued to drive his car until it was right in front of Dhena's yard. Dhena looked around. Slender. No one was seen in his house.

Perky helped take down Nelly's shopping cart and took her to the porch.

"I say goodbye, yes, Dhen."

"Yes, thank you so much."

Nelly entered the house by sniffing. In the living room he saw Hariz and Fathan sleeping.

Dhena saw no sign of her mother-in-law at home. Then where is Ms Aida now?

Dhena returned to the front porch to bring one by one her groceries to the kitchen. When he was arranging the groceries he bought at the market, Dhena was surprised by the sound of a telephone ringing from the direction of the living room.

"Mas, wake. Here, there is a call from Mom," Dhena told me.

Hariz squinted his eyes. His burly hand stretched out toward Dhena receiving a cell phone and then taped to her ear.

"The hell out of your wife, Hariz! The old man was left alone in the middle of this market!" clasping Bu Aida's cry from the other end of the phone. His voice sounded clear because it was already diloudspeaker.

"Fetch Mom now here, Hariz!" concluded Bu Aida with a voice still high tone.

Hariz's eyes then turned to his wife. While Dhena was stunned to realize that her mother-in-law was still in the market.

"Ma'af, Mas, I had absolutely no idea that Mom was still there" Dhena told her husband.

"How can Mom's attitude change for the better, Dhena? If your attitude continues to fall like this" whispered Hariz right next to the earlobe of the wife. Make Dhena retreat backwards one step to avoid Hariz's body, her husband.

Hariz stepped into the bathroom to wash his slightly greasy face from just waking up. Then walk towards the front turn on the second wheel vehicle.

While Dhena was agitated to imagine her mother-in-law would soon arrive home. Surely Ms. Aida will berate him again.

Let alone intentionally making mistakes, have tried to do good even though Dhena in the eyes of Bu Aida will remain wrong and there will never be a positive value at all. Because in the heart of Bu Aida already planted the seeds of hatred that he fertilized himself to take root.

During her mother-in-law's presence in the house. Dhena was like a stranger and a maid in her own palace. Because Bu Aida's attitude is too dictatorial and always comments on the unintentional mistakes by Dhena.

Sure enough, there had not been until twenty minutes the sound of Hariz's motorcycle had begun to be heard from the front yard of the house. Makes Dhena into a fret.