The Second Wife's Secret
Chapter 1 Moresa Haya

Haya Moresa. Familiarly called Resa, the only child of the couple Hayati and Garie Harahap. A beautiful girl with a very ideal posture has a face line, with almost perfect beauty. It turned out to have all that, not guaranteeing the destiny of the life he lived beautifully and easily.

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Moresa POV

Why is life so cruel? I should thank my mom, because she was so happy, looking for a second wife for me. But ... What's the payoff? After five years of marriage both papa and the woman. Mama and I were just thrown out of the house that had been our palace. Without us knowing what our mistake was.

I hate that woman so much, she's from the village, she's our maid that mom chose to be papa's second wife. She should be able to share her husband with her mother, but she is instead the main cause of all this bitterness. Until we got kicked out of our own house. Is it because of my mom's illness? So he's afraid papa's money is running out, just to pay for mama's medical expenses? Didn't she know from the beginning, because of this mama's illness, it was the cause that she could become the second mistress in this house.

It's still clear, how the anger of papa when he kicked us out, we don't know what's wrong. But, I'm sure. All this must be because of that witch.

Life is so unfair. Mama is very sick, cancer in her uterus has spread. The doctor said the mother had to undergo surgical removal of the uterus before the cancer spread to other vital organs. But what's my day?

Now we're just living in a small rented house, located at the end of the alley, after my mom and I were dumped by papa. The man who does not know is in profit!

One year already, my mom and I lived in this little rented, washing labor, to connect our lives. Mama is a noble hearted woman, she always asked me, to forgive her father and young wife, she also asked, do not take revenge on the two people. I just smiled, when my mom gave me that advice.

Susana in this village is very quiet, just the sound of a motor passing by, then passing by in the alley, breaking the silence of the night. I was doing the dishes, our former dinner. This hand moves nimbly, soaping, rubbing and rinsing dishes, glasses and others. But my mind flies somewhere, this brain keeps working, thinking of ways, in order to get funding, for my mama's medical expenses.

It's been a month, I can't take my mom to the hospital, the old face looks pale, because the drugs that have been helping her survive the pain I can't afford.

"Report …." Weak voices coming from outside.

I immediately washed my hands and immediately ran towards the source of the sound. "Mama!" My screams.

I panicked when I saw my mother pass out on the floor of our house. Without a second thought, I ran out of the house, asking for help from the neighbors to help bring Mama to the Hospital.

"Hey! The Hospital? What am I paying for my mom's medical expenses?" Thought.

I brushed off all those thoughts, right now the most important recovery of mama. With the help of some residents, you can finally be taken to the Hospital. True my guess is, mama will not get service because I can not afford the administrative costs in the ER.

With a very broken feeling, I dragged this leg away from the ER. I have no definite purpose, I go to anyone we know to beg for help from them for mama's treatment.

Countless people I met, how many houses I went to, but none of them could help my mother. Naturally, they are also difficult, how they help us.

I was so frustrated, the last resort, the house of the man I hated the most, became the goal of this footstep. In spirit, I drag this leg running down the dark and cold city streets. Wish that ignorant man in profit, had a little conscience, to pay for the medical expenses of mama this time.

Tokkk tok!

With a heavy heart, forced the back of this hand to knock on the door of the house.

A maid opened the door. "Non Resa?" She greeted me.

"Bi Minah, is there a papa?" much

"There's Non, aunty call me, for a second" she replied.

"Who's Minah?!" There was a familiar voice from within, making my feelings even more chaotic. Because if that witch had met me first, I can be sure, help wouldn't have gotten.

"This, Non Resa comes." Bi Minah answered the woman's question.

The door opened wider and wider, so clearly I could see the situation from inside the house. I was very surprised to see the state of the house, very much different from the circumstances when we lived in this house. Papa's luxury goods that became a display none, even the chandelier worth hundreds of millions was also absent.

"What's the matter, what do you need here?" The second wife's question papa broke my daydream.

"Can I see papa?" I asked, with a face with a clear face.

"Who is Sri?" The question was from inside the house.

Instantly the hue of my stepmother's face turned sour. If I could meet papa in person, you would help me.

"Theresa?" Papa greeted me first.

I just looked down, confused where to start.

"You look fucked up, tell me what you want?" Ask papa to me.

My heart felt faint, this was the first time papa said softly, after marrying the witch who stood beside him.

"Well, can you ask for help? Mama's condition is very weak, the Hospital does not want to handle-"

"We don't have any money! That's why poor! Don't go to the Hospital all!" The evil magic grandmother instantly cut my words.

I took a deep breath, to gather courage. "If you could still survive, I wouldn't take her to the hospital, but she fainted, so I had to take her." Tears just came out of this eye patch.

Papa was silent, seeing me cry like this. He patted my shoulder.

"Papa's finances are in trouble, right now your stepbrother is trying to help papa's finances," he said.

Doars!

It felt like a time bomb just exploded in my chest, a smile on the face of the magician. I'm stupid! There should be no need to come to this place.

Looks papa reached into the back pocket of his pants. Making the face of the magic grandmother who had been smiling triumphantly suddenly frown.

"Resa, this is the rest of papa's money" he said. He handed me some red money.

As soon as my heart was overjoyed, it turned out that this annoying old man still had a heart. Made me embrace him.

"Thank you papa …." I said, I'm very happy for your help. At least, mama can get medical services, although far from the hope of delivering mama to the operating table. But this is a miracle.

Papa patted my back. "Here, hurry to the Hospital" he asked.

I pulled myself out of my arms. "Thank you" I said again.

"What are you here for?" Ask papa to me.

"Street," I replied.

Papa took his breath so deep.

"Sir!"

Papa shouted to his driver named Aceng.

Mr. Aceng ran over to papa. "Yes, sir" he said.

"Ceng, please intersect Resa," papa pinta on Pak Aceng.

"Okay sir" he answered.

"Go, mama you need you, forgive papa." Papa hugged me back. He let go of his embrace, and asked us to leave immediately.

At a glance I glanced at the face of the magic grandmother standing beside papa, I threw a triumphant smile at her. Papa's help isn't too great, but it's like losing a trillion, for the witch, if papa's money, is given to me and my mom.

I call my second wife Papa a witch, her name is Sri Astuti, has one beautiful daughter he said, but I don't know what kind of child magic grandmother.

I immediately returned to the Hospital, where my mother was treated, among my papa drivers, named Mr. Aceng.