The Second Wife
Chapter 1

Fika and Fiko's romance begins in middle school. Fika becomes the second or second wife of Fiko.

Mariana's first wife Fiko does some sneaky ways to ruin Fiko's relationship with Fika, her second wife. It was the divorce Mariana wanted, between Fiko and Fika. So that Fiko will be her husband.

Follow the full story in the SECOND WIFE novel.

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Fika became Fika's second wife.

Fika's marriage to Fiko finally took place. They do his only kabul ijab only to qualify their halal to be husband and wife. There was no party and the news of their wedding was closed to outsiders. This is from the Fika family only. Even the Fiko family itself was not present there. Not not knowing, about Fiko remarrying with another woman has reached the ears of the Fiko family. Fiko's family has not cared about it because Fiko has succeeded in building his business empire, until his life has been flooded with property.

Tonight Fika and Fiko are officially a couple. Both of them are currently starting to enjoy the good times that have been long overdue. Their first love is back. Both are very happy with the situation.

"Are you happy, you can finally marry me?" ask Fiko. Fika smiled shyly.

"happy! But I'm not entirely happy. Because of my current happiness, there is a story from another wife or woman. It was your first wife" said Fika.

"But Mariana has allowed us to get married. Don't worry about yourself, baby! I've been loyal to Mariana all this time. And I also need to be happy with the woman of my dreams all along. The woman I loved from my teenage years. I finally met you and we finally got together. I'm very grateful, Fika," said Fiko as she summed up Fika's cheeks.

Fika smiled brightly. Both their eyes are clashing. Now there is an implied sense that wants to unite. Fiko began to softly kiss Fika's wet lips. Fika begins to return Fiko's gentle kiss with a kiss. Fiko starts to get hooked by Fika's reaction which starts to heat up.

" Are you sure you want to do this with me, Fika?" asked Fiko whispered softly in Fika's ear.

Back a slow nod in Fika's head in answer to Fiko's question.

Fika's body began to be slowly laid down by Fiko. Fiko began to undress herself one by one in front of Fika. Fika watched Fiko's body which was now not wrapped in cloth. Fika just smiled looking at the sexy body of Fiko that she had seen first. But never had a relationship so far.

Fiko started to undress Fika one by one. Fika looked up at Fiko who did the stunt. Until finally the sexy body Fika looks round - round like a newborn baby without a piece of cloth.

Fiko slowly started the action. While Fika tried to resign and passively with the movement of Fiko. Maybe this time, Fika gave herself to Fiko who had never touched her before.

" I'll slowly do it!" whispered Fiko while grabbing back Fika's sexy lips.

" I'll make you, won't forget me for life!" said Fiko.

" Do! I really miss this with you. I've been your wife, Fiko. And you're entitled to everything I have right now. I've loved you from the past and until now, Fiko, "sahut Fika.

" Really?!" ask Fiko.

" Did you always imagine me, when it comes to Mariana?" ask Fika at last.

" Yes! Sometimes if I remember you!" fiko answered, starting to squirm.

" You're so naughty now, Fiko!" fika said with a smile.

" Do what you want! Tonight I'll leave it to you!" said Fika.

" You don't want to rule me?" ask Fiko.

" No!! Next time I'll make you suffer because you can't forget me." said Fika.

" Oh yeah? I'm waiting for that day Fika!" fiko Sahut.

The couple began creating a colorful night of stars. Their happiness is both very real. Formerly those who are separated, finally can be united in the bonds of sacred love a marriage. Fika must be Fiko's second wife. But this made him happy.

"May we always be together, Fiko!" lirih Fika.

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SCHOOL TERM

A young girl who is still sitting on the bench of Junior High. She is Fika. Fika from a simple family. Every morning he had to drive to the stalls - the cake stalls - his mother's cake.

Fiko is a boy who is still a teenager, the second-grade sister of Fika. Fiko was born into a family that. Her mother's father is well-regarded in her area. A life of contrast between Fika and Fiko.

Thamrin is a close friend of Fiko in playing and learning. One school and one class with Fiko.

Adel is a close friend of Fika's generation but different schools with Fika. Adel's a rich man's son. Adel and Fiko's family know each other intimately.

Fiko's mother Maria is very selective in seeing Fiko's friends. Fiko was impressed at the limits in making friends.

Fika's mother was named Salamah. He is good at making traditional and contemporary cakes.

The novel is about the life between the rich and the poor. Lika - twists romance between her two...

That morning, Fika was ready - ready to go to school. Mini bike, already prepared in front of the house. Mother Salamah is still busy counting cakes that will be entrusted to stalls. Fika's father helped Mother Fika in calculating her merchandise.

Fika is the only child in that simple family. For a long time, Mother Salamah has not had any signs of pregnancy. Though Fika was already sitting on the bench of Junior High, but did not have a sister.

" Fika, the cookies are all in between!" said Mother Salamah while giving two containers of cake that will be brought by Fika one way. The rest of her Mother Salamah and her husband who drove to the stalls - stalls.

" Yes mother! Fika leave first!" fika said after shaking hands with Mother and her father.

" Yes, hearts on the way" said Mother Salamah.

' Good Mother!" answer Fika.

Fika runs his bike quickly because today is Monday. He doesn't want to be late for school. After delivering the two boxes of cake to two places, Fika pedaled her bike more ceoat than before. Until arriving - arriving from behind there is a white car grazing her. Not to hit, but only to the car's body. Fika's balance cannot be controlled. Fika fell down and started grimacing in pain.

" Ah my knee is injured" said Fika.

Someone in the car got out. A young mother and her son.

" Are you okay, son?"

" It's money for treatment" said the mother, handing over two hundred thousand bills.

The money was not received by Fika. Fika just bengong and pay attention to her mother and son.

" Fiko! Put the money in the little girl's bag." orders her mother.

" This is for you, hopefully useful later. My name is Fiko Class 9 F." said the boy who introduced his name as Fiko.

" Come on Fiko! The chunky! Mama will be late." shouted the mother who had gotten into her car.

" I'm first!" said the little man.

Fika was still silent in her early position. He remembered that today had to go faster because it was Monday. Buru - hunted Fika up and forced himself to swing his bike quickly.

" It has to be fast to get to school." murmured Fika.

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Fika has arrived at school. The gate is closed tightly. That meant Fika was late and had to wait until Monday's ceremony was over.

Fika sat pensively, waiting for the ceremony to finish. From the iron fence was Fika peeking at the ongoing upaca. Until finally the gate was opened and Fika entered with her bicycle.

" Park your bike first! After that you face the father on the basketball court" said Mr. Setyo, the guidance counselor.

" Good sir! Thank you sir!" said Fika while leading her bike to the parking lot.

After parking her sepada, Fika headed to the basketball court according to Pak Setyo's instructions.

" Sir!" call Fika.

" You stand in the field until the second lesson is up, with a respectful position to the red and white flag" said Mr. Setyo.

" Good Sir!" said Fika then started to stand upright while respectfully in front of the red and white flag.

Students - students have started to enter their respective classes. Continue the lesson at the second hour after the ceremony. Several pairs of eyes noticed Fika who was in the law on the basketball court. One pair of eyes that sneered, some felt sorry for Fika. The weather that morning was very hot. The scorching sun stings into the pores of the skin.

Fika's eyes had begun to water because her head was looking up at the red and white flag. His sight began to firefly - fireflies but Fika persisted and did not give up. Until the second bell rang. Fika smilingly returned to her class.

Fika passed through several classes to get to her class, class 7A. It was at that moment that Fika met a man who had hit her this morning with his ride.

" Uh? you got a punishment, right?" ask the teenager.

" Yes! I'm late." replied Fika.

" Oh, what's your name?" ask the man.

" Mah!" answer Fika.

" Oh Iyah Fika. Sorry yes! Because - because of my mother you so late to school" said the man.

" It's okay." said Fika finally.

" Call me Fiko!" fiko said at last.

" Yes bang Fiko!"

" All right, I'll go first! Meet the picket teacher today. Another time we talk again." said Fiko and passed away leaving Fika.

Fika walked back to class 7A. There his friends have started to get crowded because the three teachers who teach have not yet entered the class.

" Hey Fika! Too late?" greet Rima while approaching Fika.

"Yes! It was in the car on the road." replied Fika while showing her wounds on the knee.

" Oh my goodness! Why haven't you treated it" said Rima.

" Lapse of this third lesson later to the UKS ask for red medicine" said Fika.

" Why aren't you heart-heart anyway?" ask Rima.

" His name is also unlucky again" said Fika origin.

" You've been working on math PR yet?" ask Rima.

" It's!" answer Fika briefly.

" Can I cheat?" ask Rima.

" this! Don't cheat again tomorrow!" fika said while handing over the maths taskbook.

" Wow! Thank you very much Fika. You are indeed my good friend" said Rima as she returned to her seat and started cheating on math PR from Fika.

" Mah!" call Dodi. Fika who was sitting in front of Dodi looked back.

" Huh?"

" I'll go back to school and I'll go to your house. Ask to teach math." said Dodi.

" Oh what time? I'm studying njai afternoon."

" Go back to school directly to your home. Can you?"

" Can! But I ride a bike."

" Yes! I also ride a bike."

" all right. We're the same - the same home" said Fika at last.