THE SECOND MARRIAGE
FIRST QUARREL

"Mas! Can I ask you something?" Fadila looked at her husband who was still cool joking with Anan on her lap.

Because it's not time to shake hands with the bride. So the couple is still relaxed and can joke together.

"What?" Arnan saw Fadila for a moment and again joked with Anan who was so happy at the moment.

"Ec ... How ya?" Fadila's gaze turned to her son who was still laughing because he was new at the tickle of his daddy.

"Anan! Come with Mama Yuk, son!" Dwi and Devan suddenly climbed into the sewer.

"You eat, Ma." Anan stretched out both his hands for a sling.

And Devan was the one who welcomed the bully boy's hand. "Let's eat a lot, let's make your body fatter," said Devan as he kissed Anan's cheek.

"Bialin, said Mami ndak massalah for the sekalang," said Anan who made Dwi and the bride and groom chuckle.

"Anan, that's it! Papa is sad" said Devan, pretending to be sad.

"Dear Papa." Anan kissed Devan's cheek so as not to be sad again.

"Ugh, sweetness of my son. We're looking for food now."

Anan is strangled with pleasure because Devan lifts him up like he's about to fly.

"You guys are safe and can be friendly now. The leak let it be our business," said Dwi staring at Fadila and Arnan for a moment.

The girl came down following Devan and Anan who were already waiting below.

Fadila and Arnan just saw the departure of Dwi and Devan who brought Anan to eat and drink. Even though near their bridal seats there were bottles of drinks and some neatly wrapped snacks.

"Oh yeah, what did you want to ask?" Arnan looked at Fadila who returned his gaze.

The woman thought back to her with something stuck in her heart.

"Why is Anan's last name, Mas's name?" Ask Fadila.

"Oh, because he's the son of both of us, so yes there should be his daddy's name behind his name," said Arnan casually.

"But ..."

"Sst, I've taken care of everything. Our marriage book is done, you just sign it later. And Anan's birth certificate, too, has Mas replaced with a new one."

Fadila was shocked to hear this remark of her husband. Since when did that man do all that? He never even knew.

"When did all that?" Ask Fadila in disbelief.

"When we were in America. Mama and Papa have their wedding book here. While Mas, take care of Anan's birth certificate which was previously on behalf of his brother Sinta. We do not want our children to be taken by others, even if it is only on the deed," explained Arnan.

Fadila gawked at her husband's explanation. How can it be like that? If it's a marriage book, okay. It can be handled easily because they both do not have a partner.

But the birth certificate from the beginning has been printed and recorded in a hospital entrance. How can it be foxed and reprinted?

"Mas, seriously? That's a finished and recorded deed since Anan was born, Mas. It's been 4 years" Fadila said.

"Why indeed? The proof is that I can get a new Anan deed. By the name of Ananda Syahputra Affandi, it means he's our son."

Arnan smiled at Fadila who was still gawking inexhaustibly with the all-rounded husband.

"OK lah if you give your last name to Anan, there is no problem with me. But the problem is Mas, the deed was issued by the hospital 4 years ago." Fadila tried to express her confusion.

"Mas, call the hospital. Ask him to rewrite the act, it's easy."

"Huh?" Increasingly see not trust Fadila with the way her husband's mind.

"Why? Can't believe?" Fadila.

"The hospital where you gave birth to Anan. It's got his co-worker Mas, even Mas has a few percent stake in it," explained Arnan.

Fadila sighed after hearing her husband's explanation. He just understood why all this could happen.

"Why?" Tanya Arnan stroked Fadila's cheek when he found his wife was a whimper looking at him.

"What the hell, Mom. It just seems like you are planting a lot of shares everywhere. I've heard about you being the owner of a lot of shares."

Fadila smiled awkwardly at her husband for knowing that. He's afraid of being stamped as a knower or something.

Arnan smiled amusedly at the awkward face of his wife. He pinched Fadila's chin, thankfully they were in a crowded place. Otherwise it would be more than a regular pinch.

"Gak papa Mas became a stock planter everywhere. Origin plant the seeds in you alone, not anywhere," coda Arnan that makes Fadila glare.

"I mean, what? Is there any intention to go anywhere?" Sewot Fadila to her husband who even laughed. "Dear, I don't dare."

"Be careful if you dare to mess out there! I cut off your weapons" threatened Fadila who made Arnan stop his captivity.

Sadist is also my wife, her inner self.

"Dear, I never macem. Just one macem," said Arnan hugging the pouting Fadila.

"Don't frown that's pretty" he continued, peeping at Fadila's right hand.

Which wife does not lose gets such sweet treatment. What's more, Arnan's loving gaze makes him even more helpless.

Is this real love? If it is, how sweet and beautiful, the inner Fadila.

On the other side of the wedding venue ...

Dwi, Devan, Sinta and Robert were sitting together at a table. Not to forget also in small Anan who was eating snacks with Devan.

Suddenly Sinta beat Dwi's shoulder quickly and her gaze was fixed in one direction.

"Dwi! Dwi! The jerk's coming." Dwi who was upset was instantly speechless when she found out who Sinta meant.

"Gapain the ex here?" Ask Dwi who it is.

"O invitation, the time of begging. There's-there's this you," Sinta hit Dwi's shoulder slowly.

"But who invited him?" Ask Dwi again.

"You forgot Riki's story about him being given all the same assets as his company-in-law for damages." Sinta.

"Ah yes, he became richer since then," said Dwi.

"Look at the same wife of their child, the child must have been in the birth when they were married." Guess Sinta when she saw Febri holding a child.

Yes, the person Dwi and Sinta were talking about was Febri and Baby who were present at Fadila's wedding with Arnan.

"Ck, ck, ck, lasting yes they are. Hold really stay the same two grandmothers attached," said Dwi while shaking his head.

"God! Don't say anything, there's Anan here." Sinta reminded Dwi again.

There was Anan, the son of Febri. Even though that boy knew that Arnan was his daddy. Febri is his biological father.

"Look! Lookie! They went up to the sewers. Still no sign of them being Fadila?" Heboh Sinta's.

"I don't know, I can't. Because Fadila is getting more beautiful and different the same as before" said Dwi.

"What whispers are you?" Robert asked in surprise when he found the two girls whispering and staring in one direction.

"Ah no, just discuss the important things that should be heard Anan alone," Sinta's alibi.

"What indeed? Until you have to whisper." curious Devan after cleaning Anan's mouth.

"Don't know" said Dwi.

"Well! Meanin?" Robert did not understand.

"Secret ..." Dwi and Sinta's compact that makes Robert can only shake his head.