THE SECOND MARRIAGE
MUTUALLY UNCOVER

"You wanna wait on the beach first or come with Daddy to the hotel to put these things?" Fadila looked at her husband who was carrying two bags of groceries.

"Anan, would you like to come with Daddy to the hotel or wait on the beach with Mami?" Fadila asked her son how.

Arnan and Fadila always put the priority of asking Anan before making a decision on something related to the boy. They did not want to force Anan to always follow what they wanted.

If their choices and their wills are approved by Anan. Then they will continue it, but if not they will not force it.

"Will Daddy come to the beach?" Ask Anan who actually wants to play on the beach again.

"Later Daddy to the beach if Anan and Mami want to go there. Daddy, you want to take this to the hotel first, so that later the game is not difficult to carry this." Arnan showed the items in his hand.

Anan stared at his Daddy's hand and then turned to the handsome face that was staring at him.

"Promise yes, Daddy. Let's go play there." Anan pointed towards the swing area that was near the beach.

"Well, Daddy's gonna be there after this. But don't go anywhere else, baby, just wait for Daddy. Not long anyway," said Arnan in Anan berguki.

"Mam, don't leave our child alone no matter what. If Anan asks for something, bring him, don't stay." Arnan reminded his wife.

I don't know why Arnan felt a little uncomfortable leaving his son and wife. Though the location of the hotel is not far from the play area that will be visited by his wife and children.

"Yes, Mas. Don't you take it long, huh?" Arnan nodded then immediately rushed towards the hotel.

Fadila clasped her son's hand tightly while walking towards the swing that Anan meant earlier.

"Mommy, swing me from behind." Pinta Anan after rising Fadila to the top of the swing

"Get a tight grip, baby." Anan grasped the rope of the powerful swing and started laughing happily as the swing started to move.

Not too strong and not too slow Fadila swung. But enough to make his son very happy and continue to laugh happily.

Until a little boy approached them both.

"Ante, I'm going to play."

Fadila stopped her swinging motion and looked at the boy she expected to be Anan's age. It was just that the boy was smaller than Anan.

"Here, Aunt sit here." Fadila patted the swing next to Anan and asked the boy to come closer.

Beni walked up to Fadila and then sat on the swing. Yeah, the kid who came to Fadila and Anan was Beni. I don't know where the boy came from and with whom. Know it already there.

"Whose name are you, son?" Ask Fadila in a soft voice.

"Art," he said.

"Beni, who's here? Why alone?" Ask Fadila curious.

Which parents let their children wander around unattended.

"Sama papa, mama same grandma too."

"Trus where are they now?"

Fadila let out a long sigh hearing Beni's words. It was remiss of Beni's parents that such a small child had gone far away.

"We'll just wait here, yeah. Maybe your parents will come looking for you." Beni nodded while looking at Fadila.

"You don't cry, yeah. We play together here" said Anan as his hand reached for Beni's hand holding the swing rope.

"Yes, I want to play here with you. Mama I didn't want me to play with, so I played with sendili."

Fadila was really surprised to hear that. Who is the mother of this child? His inner.

Not wanting to think too much, Fadila swung her son's swing and alternated with Beni's swing as well. This time Fadila swung it a little quietly from before.

He did not want if Beni had a history of an illness and he would blame his parents if he saw the swing too tight. Even if it wasn't his real fault.

But just in case it's better than something that you don't want.

Until a while later came some people flocking towards the three of them with quite deafening screams.

"That's it! That's my son's kidnapper."

Fadila who heard the word kidnapper immediately stopped her son's swing and looked to the source of the commotion.

The beach police came with three other people approaching the play area.

"Art! Where have you been, son?" The man Fadila knew approached Beni and immediately hugged the boy tightly.

"You! You're my barren ex-daughter-in-law. Why are you here, huh? Don't tell me you kidnapped my granddaughter?" Fudge Rita's mother to Fadila.

"What do you mean, Mom? Who kidnapped and who kidnapped? I'm here just accompanying my son to play," said Fadila firmly staring at his former mother-in-law.

"Don't pretend you don't know. The proof is that my grandson is here with you. And where's your son? Who's your son, huh? You're just a barren woman who can't have children." Hina bu Rita without thinking about other people's feelings.

"Heh, you! If you don't have children, don't kidnap other people. You think by doing it can make Mas Febri come back with you again? It won't and won't happen" Baby jolted in a loud voice as some visitors stared at them.

"What do you really mean, huh? Do not accuse others without proof. I can sue you for defamation" Fadila said, staring intently at Baby and Rita's mother.

"Why are you doing this, Fa? If you are not happy living with your husband. Tell me, we can get back together." This time it was Febri's turn to open the sound and it made Fadila even more luscious.

"This is why anyway? What do you all mean, huh? It was accusing me of kidnapping a child and calling me barren, now you're saying such absurd things." Fadila stared cynically at Febri.

"This is your mentally ill family" he continued, lifting Anan to his arms.

Although he objected but remained in Anan's car to get away from it.

"Don't go you, barren! Arrest him, Police Officer. He's my son's kidnapper" Baby said, pointing to Fadila as he moved on.

"How dare you touch me even if it's the end of your hair. Then all of you will enter the prison" Fadila threatened with a firm and sharp voice.

"Sorry, Madam. But you've been shown to have carried out the abduction of this Madam's child" the police said.

"What is the evidence that I kidnapped their child? Just because the kid was near me and you said it was a kidnapping?" The two beach policemen looked at each other and did not know what else to say.