The 2nd Wedding
Good News
Assalamu'alaic...
Thank you to my beloved husband and children who have always been faithful to accompany me in producing this seventh work😘😘
Thank you to the extended family who always support and encourage the creation of this work. Papa, Mama and my sisters are all 🥰🥰
Thank you to your friends and readers who are willing to take the time to read my seventh novel😍😍
Make a loyal friend who reads all my novels, an infinite thank you to all of you yes...
Pray that I get ideas to produce my next work. It feels good to be of benefit to others.
Hopefully in each of my novels you can reap the wisdom of the story, as much as possible I will write a useful story, not only entertaining you but can present a novel that is rich with experiences and life lessons.
End of the word. Sorry if there are words that are less pleasing, the similarity of names, places and events is not an element of intent.
The idea of the story is purely from my own mind and I apologize if there is a novel whose story is almost the same as this novel.
Perfection belongs only to God, and sinfulness is mine.
Look forward to my next work....
Don't be tired of coming to my novel.
Thanks
by
Winda Siregar
Bismillah... Hi all the readers... Today's launching my latest novel. Maybe the story is a little different from the previous novels but I am sure surely among the readers there are those who have the same experience with the story in this novel.
Hopefully this ninth novel can also benefit you loyal readers of my novel.
Please support yes. let alone in the first 20 chapters because all your support will accelerate my novel in the contract 🥰🥰.
Don't forget likes, votes, comments and I'm waiting for a gift from all of you. Can flower, coffee, heart, massage chair also can or 😍😍 cup.
Happy reading, I hope you all like it.
Wassalam
Prologues
"Well... Ayaaaah. "I call my husband.
"What's the matter Bun?" my husband answered from outside the room.
"Yaaaah toloong" call me getting weaker.
Shortly after, my husband came. She looked surprised as soon as she opened the door and found me sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Mother why?" tanyanya started to worry.
"Yaaah my mother felt short of breath. Try to hold the chest of Mother" said I weak.
He immediately held my chest to the left.
"Bun why is your heart beating so fast?" my husband began to panic.
"Please, please take me to the hospital" I asked.
"Yes, yes, let's go to the hospital right away" my husband said.
"Don't forget to bring your Mother's bag well, Mother's hijab please get it" I ordered.
My husband swiftly picked up my bag, cardigan and hijab and helped me wear it. Then he helped me up and walked slowly out of the room.
"Lho Well, Mother why? Where are you going with your mother?" ask my eldest daughter who is ten years old. He currently sits in fourth grade of elementary school.
"Dad is the same Mother wants to go to the Hospital dear" replied my husband.
"Mother sakita well, what pain?" ask again.
"Mother.. Mother. "call the Bungsu while hugging my body. She's still under my chest. This year he is still five years old and soon he will enter kindergarten school.
My chest feels more and more painful and tight. I'm getting limp.
Oh my God, am I going to die? What about these two little kids? Strengthen me, O God, I am not ready to leave them all.
I looked at my husband and my two children one by one.
SERIATE