The Incomplete Love
Living With Two Wives

Pov Thoriq

If anyone says it's good to have a lot of wives, then I won't hesitate to argue with that person. I don't know if I'm the one who's been bucin on Qiara or just plain stupid. But life with two wives really tormented me.

Two years ago I fell in love with a girl named Qiara Anjani. Not only because of her beautiful face, but her carefree and cheerful nature made me always look forward to meeting her.

Before long I proposed to her, I couldn't wait to marry her and make that girl mine. I know a lot of guy friends who are trying to be in a relationship with Qiara, but she is not just any girl. Qiara did not easily fulfill her male friend's invitation.

When one day I ventured to ask her home address, it almost fainted when Qiara gave it to me. He smiled gently and passed.

On Sunday night I visited. It turned out that Qiara was living with her older brother, a doctor at a hospital. Just like me, old man Qiara is already home. The difference was that I nurtured my grandparents, while Qiara and Dhanu, her brother could almost say they were fighting just the two of them.

Qiara's father who was also a doctor left enough supplies. Dhanu becomes guardian and protector to Qiara when their father dies. Both of them were eight years old.

Qiara said that if her sister agreed, then she would go with me. Nervous feeling is seen by Dhanu whose purpose in life is to protect his sister. The ability to diagnose diseases was applied to me. He asked me the smallest thing, like when I first kissed. Have I ever had contact with another woman.

I don't know why I don't mind those questions. Instead I learned that if one day I had a daughter, that's how I would protect her.

Dhanu gave the green light. Three months after getting to know her, I'm sure she's the best woman for me. I invited Grandpa and Grandma to Jakarta. They immediately liked Qiara and agreed to our relationship. Even grandfather asked us to not date for long. “Fear of keblasan,” so advice grandfather that I respect very much.

Although we are from a well-off family, Qiara and I did not want to burden Grandpa and Mas Dhanu with the cost of the wedding. We delayed a little bit to get enough money to hold a wedding.

We are grateful that our fortune has always been made easy. From interior design projects, Qiara got a lot of bonuses so we could buy enough homes for young families, in a comfortable residential environment. It also happens that the owner of the house needs funds quickly.

My hard work we allocate to buy a vehicle and add funds for the wedding. Initially, Dhanu did not want to receive funds from me, according to him their father had prepared enough wedding party funds for his only daughter. Finally I save as savings and of course a romantic hotel in Bali where we honeymoon.

My wedding day is the happiest day. Ijab qabul I say aloud and earnest to be a priest for my Qiaraku. Till Jannah's.

Tears were shed when she saw my wife entering the ward raising a white kebaya. When she timidly looked at my net before kissing my hand, my heart stopped beating. Clear round eyes, heart-shaped face, sweet and sincere smile, her petite body is now legitimately mine.

I wanted to take her out of the room, take her to the room, lock her up for days to make love.

And that's what I did to her when we were on our honeymoon. Not a single part of his body escaped my savage touch and kiss. Satisfaction for our satisfaction reguk together, until tired of whack. And we started our romance again.

Qiara, that woman is an opium to me. Her cheerful and easy going carry always gives color in my days.

Until I married Hanna to fulfill my grandparents' request. If the other groom could be thinking about the pleasure of having two wives, my mind would only be terrified what if Qiara could not accept my decision. Which woman wants to be combined.

Hanna and I are not familiar. Indeed I know him as the son of Pakde Haryo and Bude Luki, but even talking we never.

It was a wonder when Hanna agreed to marry me. My hope is that he refuses. For the second time, I said marriage. This time with half a heart.

It took me twice to repeat the contract because of the name Qiara I mentioned. Grandpa held my shoulder. The third time I can say her name is Hanna Adinda. In that moment I became her husband. In that instant I betrayed my love for Qiara.

Not long after the contract, Bude Luki left us forever. As Hanna's husband, I immediately became the person in charge of all. Hanna always stood beside me. His hands reached for the hand that made me uncomfortable.

After all the mourners came home, grandfather advised me to look after Hanna and treat her as a wife. I just kept quiet. Grandfather also promised to go to Jakarta to explain and apologize to Qiara. It was hard for Grandpa and Grandma who also loved Qiara.

Grandpa and Grandma told me to sleep at Bude's house because we were halal to be together.

The first night, I chose to sleep separately with Hanna. I knew my second wife needed my shoulder to cry on, but my heart still couldn't take it.

Bude's house is quite large, I chose to sleep in the guest room. That night I video called Qiara. As soon as he saw his face felt a thousand daggers pouring into my body. His big smile will be replaced with a cry of disappointment.

Somehow I felt hot, my breath was tight after drinking Hanna's herbal medicine. I forgot what happened, until the next day, Hanna and I woke up in the same bed with innocent bodies. I saw bloodstains. Hanna looks at me bashfully while I'm freaking out.

There were no hugs like the ones I used to give Qiara after our romance. I picked up my clothes and immediately moved to the guest room. I knew Hanna was disappointed, but I was even more disappointed in myself. How could I do that with Hanna? Is it that easy to turn away from Qiara?

I was only allowed five days off and had no intention of staying more kama in the village, even though Bude Luki had actually counted as my in-laws. When I asked for permission to go home to my grandparents, Hanna insisted on coming along. She said as a wife she had to go where her husband went.

My feeling is random. On one hand miss Qiara but I am also afraid of meeting her.

Grandfather advised Hanna to keep Qiara feeling. After all Hanna was a second wife, no woman would willingly share a husband. Hanna nodded, looking at me shyly. There was no vibration in my heart when Qiara looked at me.

I half-heartedly stuffed Hanna's bags into the car. I rented my best friend Fauzan's apartment for a month. He was surprised to hear why I rented an apartment. He advised me to be frank with Qiara from the start, whatever the risk. Fauzan's wife, also Qiara's best friend. As a woman, Ella was suddenly cynical with me for the rest of our conversation.

We've been on our way for 6 hours. Hanna didn't show her grace. He held my arm, occasionally kissed my cheek, which made me careless.

I really don't remember what I did with him that night. But he seemed happy and cheerful. I didn't even find a trace of sadness because Bude Luki died.

To Hanna, I reminded her not to say anything while meeting Qiara. Several times I had to stop the vehicle to receive Qiara's call. Hearing Qiara's voice, all my turmoil disappeared for a moment. I forgot the fear of losing my beloved wife.

As soon as I met Qiara, I spilled all my longing and love for her. I forgot about Hanna who was waiting for us in the living room. How Hanna felt back then I didn't care. I want to fuck my wife, because maybe that's the last time she'll accept me.

We let go of longing with full napsu. Qiara, Qiara, only you make me happy. I wanted to repeat it over and over again, but it was Qiara who reminded me that Hanna was waiting in the living room. Oh Qiara, if only you knew that the woman out there is your honey.

Telling Qiara that I had married Hanna was the worst thing I have ever done in my entire life. Lost was already a cheerful twinkle in his eyes. There is still pain and disappointment.

Qiara didn't want me and Hanna to be in that house. I took Hanna to the apartment I had rented with the intention to immediately return to the wife I love.

But what I did. I was persuaded by his appeal to accompany him to sleep. And finally we did it again.

I fell asleep and I just remember being with Qiara by the beautiful lake. I stroked his head, his face, I buried my face against his neck. I enjoy being with Qiara. He forgave me for betraying him. I happy.

It turned out that I had a dream and that night I did it not with Qiara, but with Hanna. In the bathroom I cleaned myself. Maybe as a man I was considered insane because it was a chance to sleep with two women in one night. Whatever, maybe I've become insane because of my marriage to Hanna.

I tried to avoid Hanna who seemed not to want me to go to see Qiara. He was holding me. Finally as he cleaned himself up, I hurriedly prayed Fajr and went home to my house.

Hanna said the apartment was my home. No Hanna .. My house is where Qiara is.

I am grateful that Qiara is still home. His eyes were red and his face was swollen. I hugged him, he didn't return my arms. Sad it feels …

Half forced, I told her how I ended up marrying Hanna. We cry together. Destroyed the dreams and hopes that we had built since that sacred promise.

Qiara asked if I had touched Hanna. I don't want to hide anything. Qiara drooped in my arms. Put her little body into our bed. I lay it down, I apply eucalyptus oil. Qiara, Qiara, forgive me for being too weak to refuse grandfather's request.

After the kiss, I kissed my lady's forehead. I don't see the light in the net that always makes my life so excited. I asked him to stay with me.

“Mas, Qia will last as strong as Qia ..”

I promise to guard his heart. Trying to keep him by my side.

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