WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
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" What's mother cooking?", Hanan clasped Yasmin's waist from behind possessively.

" Fried rice for breakfast, mas want coffee or tea?", asked Yasmin gently.

" Tea alone bun", Hanan replied, releasing his embrace on Yasmin.

" This is mas", Yasmin put a cup of warm tea in the middle of the husband was engrossed in playing his cell phone.

" Yes thanks bun", Without seeing Yasmin Hananto say.

" This is the fried rice mas", Yasmin sat in line with Hanan while putting her fried rice.

Hanan grabbed and enjoyed his fried rice deliciously.

" Bun, I want to say if you want to marry again, testui yes bun, inshaAlloh the father will be fair with you, the mother is calm even though the father remarries the father remains affectionate and love the mother, even more dear bun", said Hananto without burden, as if the problem of polygamy is common in life, even though he has never done that, so do not know the obstacles in front of how.

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Yasmin's heart felt ripped apart, so deep that she forgot to take a breath for a split second, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

" Don't be sad mother, believe in the same father, father only love the same mother, she Goddess his name is a widow with two children bun, pity he needs a protector", Again Hanan said casually as if just saying about to buy a bird.

And again there was no answer from the lips that quivered withstanding the cries and tightness of Yasmin's chest, she had even lrmas and no energy to digest the words of her husband.

" Yeah.... What should I do? Servants must be strong, yes Alloh strengthen the servant, even to stand alone at this time the fragile servant yes Allh hix hiks", Yasmin hearts nelangsa.

Honored husband, served like a king, his word like the word pandita king but.

easily without the burden of expressing the intention of getting married again.

" Have bun, do not cry this is just a matter of habit, later if the father is married and we live together will get used to it, even we will be happier, later, our family became crowded with the addition of new members, namely children of the Goddess".

Tight, Yasmin's chest like a rock-clad mountain, her husband today is really different not Hanan whom she knew so far, who is considerate, full of tenderness and affection, today she changed completely, today she changed, even like a heartless, ruthless person!.

Hanan stood up to rush a bath after finishing a plate of fried rice and a cup of warm tea, ignoring Yasmin who was still fixated with the pain of her heart.

At first glance Hanan looked at his wife, there was a bit of pain but he ignored, "Just a matter of time", he thought so.

With a hasty step immediately he entered the bathroom, not the bathroom as in the novel that blends with the bedroom huh, this is a commoner's bathroom located near the kitchen and small size only 1.5 m x 2 m, like have authorlah🤭, small but enough for the needs of cleaning the body and others.

Living a household of almost fourteen years with three children, must be thought of seven around if you want to buy something outside the needs of the day, lha kok want polygamy, and, it's just a matter of matter not yet concerning everything else, affection, attention, time, justice, hmmm.... Yasmin took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.

" Yes Alloh can I be a servant? Servant what to do?", back to that question that was present in Yasmin's mind.

The pain of her heart did not eliminate Yasmin's common sense to think far ahead, let alone see that her husband was so indifferent, relaxed without burden when saying it. Yasmin thought if indeed her husband had not loved her lag, then what would it be? Unloved but not divorced, but polygamous.

While Hanan felt heartbroken because his intention had escaped his lips, saying to get married again, the intention that several weeks ago he wanted to express to Yasmin but still hesitant, he said, afraid his wife asked for divorce if he conveyed the intention of wanting to marry again.

Whistling Hanan washed his hair a bottle of shampoo he poured a few drops of its contents over the palm then outlined on the hair with both palms, kneaded and in a soft incandescent of his head with abundant foam, rinsed clean, do not forget to rub his body with bath soap, making sure all tubhnya clean full.

Not to forget Hanan also saw himself reflected in the small cernin in the bathroom, a mirror that looks not brilliant anymore but can still see the image of his face that has been fresh after the ritual bath.

A towel that looks faded color he rubs on his head, making sure all the water that soaks his hair and body is wiped a towel.

With a little haste Hanan out of the bath to the room to immediately change clothes and tidy up, really like a teenager who was in puberty, he Hanan like the middle of second puberty.

Forgetting that there was such a beautiful wife who accompanied the struggle of almost fourteen years, forgetting that there were three children so clever coloring his day, two sons Hasan and Husain and one daughter Haya.

After pensive for a while Yasmin is now in the liteng of her house, she was menjemr clothes that had just been in the mill on the washing machine.

His mind flew somewhere, disappointed his heart that had been scratched said still leaving the sadness and now the wishful thinking is laughing imagine that someday will live with the honey of the young wife of the husband.

What about her three children? Yasmin explained with words that could be digested with their age. What if your child is disappointed in your father? What if they knew their father had two wives, there would be a new mother for them, there would be a new sister, could they share?

Will they accept? Happy or otherwise? Oh, yes Alloh, Yasmin let out a long breath, as a long breath of her chest felt on the piercing, aching.

" Mother father left first", Call Hanan the husband membleirkan daydream Yasmin.

Without answering Yasmin went down to the room where her husband was preparing to go to work.

With Yasmin's hands extended to greet her husband, there was no smile like the morning before, no words from Yasmin's stumped mouth was just a fleeting kiss on Hanan's back.

Hanan gritted his forehead to find the reaction of the wife who seemed to look sad, but Hanan again thought, "Just a matter of time, later it will also be good by itself".

Hanan believed that he could be just both materially and compassionately and attentively, that polygamy of worship would have no problem, he thought so easily.

Seriate......