The Second Woman's Regret
Which is Considered Guilty

"Mbak Tira .. mbak Tira," the boarding manager followed me into the room. He reached ngosan.

"Why mbak?" My toot.

"That, his friend Tira. Desperate to crash himself into a passing car, ma'am."

"Let's just mbak."

"Lha, is Tira okay if she gets hit?"

"It's okay. If that's the best. He's the one who's looking for trouble let him take the blame!"

"But the mas is also not why-napa mbak. Tadi knew mbak entered had time to glance at the lyrics, after that move aside. I think I just want to ngetes mbak. That's not Tira's boyfriend, tho? Must have just broken up, huh? What's the problem tho, mbak? But now, are you sure you are not in love? Usually the regret comes at the end. Is it not, dear? I was young once mbak, just broke up it feels really hate. But after that, nyesel. Uh hunt down he already has a new girlfriend. Moreover, the mas is quite cute even though it seems to be ripe aka rather old huh? But I think it's also pretty rich. The car is nice, expensive it's also "

"I don't like it at all. It doesn't matter how fast he has a replacement. Yes, yes, I am happy to talk about him. Oh yeah, if there's him again saying I don't exist." I gently banished the boarding guard before he opened the gossip in my room. After that I threw my body on the bed, trying to set the agenda today even though I actually still want to lock myself in the room to calm down. But anyway I have to meet aunt Par, he is a person who will not stay silent, especially if grandfather and grandmother have been invited.

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The online taxi I was riding stopped in front of Aunt Par's house. A simple house with paint that has been peeling because since childhood as I remember has never been repainted, a house that used to be frequented by mothers but the owner was not too welcome to us. Our arrival was only accepted up to the terrace of the house. We were told to wait, sit in a butut chair that has now been replaced with a wooden chair until the aunt is ready to meet us, even de ban the expression of a half-hearted aunt.

Every time you come here, there is never a treat that comes out, even if only water. Once upon a time, Kiki sibungsu was thirsty, it happened that the mother also did not bring mineral water. Though usually before here the mother always filled our stomach and told to drink so as not to ask for anything. At that time Kiki to cry loudly, but somehow made of what the aunt's heart, remained calm not moved in the slightest to give a glass of water when we were his nephew and when he was a child. Even as Kiki cried even louder while expressing her wish, aunt remained silent. Mom finally took the initiative to ask me to buy a drink. Unfortunately I only got two pieces of ice candles that we finished off the four of them. Coming home from our aunt's house had a fever and was coughing due to the possibility that the ice water was not ripe.

That's why I don't really memorize the aunt's house because getting into it can be counted fingers. Only when the family gathering, even then our children's mothers are often driven away by Mbak Dila. Of course, at his mother's orders.

Just a few steps away, suddenly the door of the house opened. Out aunt and grandma. Just like me, they were also shocked by our respective existences.

"There you are, too" aunt Par quipped.

"Bi ... Grandmom. How's things going?" I reached out my hand, but only Grandma welcomed my helping hand.

"Do you think I'm okay after you're kasari?" he's still sniffing at me. "I cried all night for the first time because I was based on each other because I never had an enemy. I was always kind and gentle with others. How outrageous of you Tira!"

"Tira's sorry, Bi. Tira didn't mean that. Tira was carried away with emotion," I expressed the cause of speaking like that.

"Hem," grandma cleared her throat. "Tira .. however you are the younger one. It's not worth talking to your aunt like that. She's even older than your mother. Above your mother. Is it worth talking like that?"

"Yes Grandma," I'm not arguing. I know very well the nature and character of grandmother and aunt, indisputable and very crazy respect. If our position is below them then it is better to be justified so that it is quickly completed.

"You bow down, I will never forgive you!" firmly aunt Par.

"Then Tira has to do what, bi?" my many.

"You think?" he asked back.

"Bi," I knelt before aunt, apologizing to her even though my heart refused to do this. But I had no other choice.

"Well, I'm sorry Tira. But still my heart is still hurt. That's why I can't think of you as my nephew!" Firmly aunt Par, then she passed inside. Let me and grandma be alone.

"What's next, Ra?" ask grandma.

"What grandma?" I asked back because I didn't know what Grandma's question meant.

"That guy. Why did you marry him? Ahhh if we used to accept the suggestion of the Good it must be a bad thing like this does not need to happen. Now everything's smeared, Tira. You really embarrassed our extended family."

"Sorry Tira, grandma."

"Sorry, I can't change everything. Your mother's fate is hard so sad, why are you even following along like that. What sins did your mother commit that you had to live like this?"

"I'm sorry Tira, grandma. All because of Tira's stupidity "

"Yes, stupidity. You are the most beautiful granddaughter of Grandma. Many have asked you, Ra. But because it's bad for your cousin Dila's brother, finally me and your grandfather rejected everything. Even this is how it became. Being the second woman. Oh my God, shame on me!"

"Grand forgive Tira," now I kneel before my grandmother, begging her for forgiveness. He just nodded but still complained about my condition which was considered very disappointing them.

"Either to whom I will rely my old age. None of my children have become, neither have my grandchildren. Actually your sisters are also mending, but they have to accept the sap from the chopsticks you ate Tira."

God, it breaks my heart to hear it. I repeatedly said Istighfar, pleading that bad rights not befall my brothers. I love them so much. They have suffered enough all along. Let me endure it all, they do not.

"No, Tira will not let them be affected by what Tira has done. Let everything be Tira's responsibility "I said.

"How could it be, Tira? People who know you're a second wife will rethink proposing to your sisters. They will also be humbled because of you!" grandma again.

"Mom, comein. For what's out long." From inside the house Aunt Par called grandma.

The woman who gave birth to my mother also said. He left me alone with my tears.