
Naya shook her head hearing the reprimand from Farah. He woke up from the daydream and smiled as he said,
"Ah, no I still think about what you said just now. That's a pity for the family, huh?"
"Ah, they're rich. They can get what they want easily.'
"But, such an event is not something that can be bought. Even his wife's life could not be bought with the wealth they had"
"Ah, yes, let's go home, we'll be in the afternoon."
"Have you finished talking about treasure and love?" sahut Naya while laughing.
"Well, where are treasures and love? What is there is a vicious circle that never breaks is treasure, throne and women" Farah said after stopping her laughter.
"It's also not far from love. People often use the word as the reason."
'Yes, yeah. How can Yola be unconditionally willing to be a second wife, just out of love without the slightest desire?'
They packed up and then returned home with the matick motorbike they had been using. After arriving at Farah's house, Naya thanked him and said hello while hugging her best friend tightly. Then continue the journey home by taxi.
Naya removed her hijab once she arrived home, feeling lonely, because tonight Rudian did not come home, they had agreed to give up the division of the night in turn.
After the night, Naya was hungry. He didn't make dinner because there was nothing to cook. He deliberately did not buy groceries, enough to save money, his mind. His life should continue anyway.
A pack of instant noodles is enough to make it full. After spending it, Naya tries to contact her husband. Of course he needs attention. He wants to know if he can still get it even though his husband is still with his other wife.
The phone call was not picked up. He began to fidget, maybe the right to contact the husband has been removed at this time, or indeed they might be doing something? Naya's mind started to wander. Hey, the wives who also suffered the same fate as him, do they feel the same way? Can't be prejudiced. He kept thinking bad things about himself.
'Am I no longer loved, but why am I not divorced, as selfish as a man? Did that woman make Rudian so lulled that he would not pick up the phone from me? Or are they walking or shopping, or eating in a restaurant, until they can't answer the call? o Allah.. segundah this turned out to be the feeling of being sprained by the husband...'
In a fit of anxiety, Naya falls asleep and goes back to sleep on the couch. Until midnight he woke up, feeling sore all over the body. He moved to his room, not forgetting he brought his cell phone and saw a message from Rudian.
"Sorry, I didn't pick up the phone. I'm still in the hospital. Yola's stomach hurts. And my phone's left at home."
Thus the sound of the message made Naya take a deep breath, at least Rudian still answered even if only in the form of a message. There is still something that can make Naya grateful if it turns out that her bad feelings are not true.
Naya thinks about something that hasn't happened yet and it can make Naya unable to sleep back.
'Will something like this always happen in the future? Ahk. Just hang. I can still be patient and wait until that day comes, right? Moreover, it is impossible if because pregnant husband so have a reason to do unfair? The time I have to constantly understand?'
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The next day, Naya leaves for work with a normal face without tears. Farah had managed to cheer him up, so he could face the day with more chesty. Everything has happened and she cannot possibly demand that Rudian divorce Yola and instead that Rudian divorce her, she loves her husband.
Even Naya sent some friendly messages, as well as messages of concern to Rudian, a message she had not given her husband for a year.
Quickly the message from Naya got a reply, making Naya smile. Although the message was answered unilaterally without asking Naya the same thing again, it was enough to make Naya happy.
The love of God is broad, not limited to one person only. Do not despair of His mercy, for wherever we are, there must be good there, as long as we do good.
Do not be afraid to lose love, because God loves us more than the affection of the person we expect love and affection. If we lose something, there will be a substitute that could be much better, than something that has been lost from us.
"Are you well, Nay?" ask mom Nha.
"Thank God, mom. How's Nha, healthy?"
"healthy. Must be healthy dong. Who's going to run my restaurant? You?" said Nha's mom joking.
After talking for a while, Naya returned to her usual activities. A two-day break was enough for him to reflect his energy and think about it.
"Aante!" a voice surprised Naya.
Naya turned her head to the source of the voice and found Yoni standing at the door with his papa hand in his hand.
"Yoni...! How are you?" naya asked as she approached Yoni and held him, as Ares let go of Yoni's hand. The man went to order something for their breakfast that day.
"Where did auntie go, yesterday didn't work, huh?" the word Raya is already there.
"Raya, not school?" ask Naya.
"A holiday, aunt. That's why we went to the beach yesterday. This is for aunty." said Raya while sitting next to her papa.
The teenage girl gave a small package to Naya. Naya received with a sigh.
They sat together at a table, following Yoni who had just come down from Naya's sling. They looked like a family of four.
"Which beach?" tanya Raya again.
"Anyelir." replied Yoni and Raya together.
"Do you have any villas there?" naya asked so curious, she remembered Farah's story, that she asked them about it.
"Villa, what villa?" tanya Raya later, and Raya's words made Naya breathe a sigh of relief.
'Ah, meaning not him.' Inner Naya.
Enthusiastically Naya opened the gift given by Raya, she saw a very nice white shell shell, can be used for storing small jewelry or brooches as well as pentul needles commonly used on veils.
"That's pretty. Thank you." said Naya with a sparkling face.
They didn't have any relationship, but he got such a beautiful gift.
"Tante is also beautiful" said Yoni. The little boy said innocently and honestly making Naya very embarrassed, he looked at the two people in front of him with a sweet smile.