WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 27.

Nt2 chapter 27.

"Nis, Anissa? you why? Are you inside? Can I come in?" zidan's voice pierced through Nisa's eardrum.

 Nisa was stunned, she could hardly even believe that it was Zidan's voice.

'how is it possible, Mas Zidan would rather see his condition than be with Mbak Adel there?' batin Nisa is worried.

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"Nisa? You hear me? You're okay, right?" again, Zidan's voice sounded even more sober than before.

 Nisa was still silent, and stuck her head to the door trying to hear if there was another person's voice with Zidan.

"Nisa, please open the door!" pinta Zidan again.

 And there was no other sound than Zidan's voice that Nisa heard. Finally without wiping away her tears Nisa got up and opened the door.

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"Ni-nisa's? You okay?" cecar Zidan's.

 Nisa looked at Zidan with a sad look. "Why are you here, my friend? Don't you even care about me? I know, Mom, that I'm only the third person in your life. But please appreciate me! I have feelings too, Mom! When you got me and my mom involved in a misunderstanding, now you easily celebrate Adel's birthday with joy. Where is your conscience? You can laugh happily over my cries, Mas!"

 Nisa was again stunned, this time in front of Zidan. She wanted to see what her husband's reaction was like.

 Zidan looked hesitant, he wanted to calm Nisa down but his heart still could not accept Nisa completely. So his hand could not move even to wipe away the tears on Nisa's cheek.

"Sorry," at last only that sentence was spoken from Zidan's lips, he gave up on his heart that was still hesitant to touch Nisa as his halal lover.

 Nisa was wide-eyed, but with a thin grin she wiped away her tears. "What, Mas? Pardon you? After everything the bus said just sorry? tcih, I should have thought from the beginning to reject all these plans. But I just stupidly even stuck just because of the debt of gratitude to Mbak Adel."

 Zidan looked at Nis in disbelief, but to answer his tongue was not even able.

"Already, Mas. I should have realized who I am in this house. I know, I don't deserve to be like this .. But right now, I just hope that my mom and sister don't have any trouble out there because we all don't care about their condition." Nisa backed up and closed the door again.

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 Nisa leaned back and again spilled her sobs behind the door.

"Where's mom ...?"

 Zidan scrambled his hair roughly, he was very confused at the moment. Everything went awry and didn't go according to the original plan.

 Because he did not find a solution, Zidan finally chose to return to the dining table, joining Adel and his parents who seemed to be joking.

"Huh, it's only fitting that you feel eliminated by Nisa," Zidan muttered before reaching the dining table.

 Now Zidan understands why being fair in a marriage with two wives is so hard. And he felt, this was his first sin for letting his second wife cry while his first wife laughed happily. Even though it all started, it wasn't his fault.

"Umi," called Zidan while sitting on the chair next to Adel.

 Adel looked quickly. "A, Bi? How's Nisa? Is he calm?"

 Zidan. "Not yet, even now he's more hysterical than ever before."

"O Allah, pity Nisa," said Bu Hanif with teary eyes.

 Although Nisa is her son's honey but not the slightest bit of dislike in Bu Hanif's heart to her. Even Ms. Hanif loved her as much as she loved her daughter Adel.

"Let's go with him first, Zidan. You're her husband, you should be the most knowledgeable about your wife. Don't leave him like this" said Mr. Hanif staring fixedly at Zidan.

 There was a tinge of mist in Adel's eyes, but with a smile he was forced to touch Zidan's hand and hold it tightly while nodding.

"Go, Bi. You are right, Nisa Abi's wife too, treat her justly, just as Abi treated Umi the best. God willing, Umi is not papa."

 Zidan stroked Adel's head that was covered in her wide headscarf. "Thank you, honey. Umi is indeed the most extraordinary wife, may Allah bestow all happiness on Umi. Hopefully after all this Umi will never feel sad again."

 "Amiin," said they all accepted Zidan's prayer.

"Already, now Abi is upstairs huh. Meet Nisa, bring food for Nisa." Adel takes a plate for him to fill with food that will be given to Nisa.

"Let's just go, Del." Bu Hanif stood up and took the plate from Adel's hand.

"Thank you, Mom." Adel smiled knot.

 After one plate complete with various side dishes and also not forgetting a small plate of cake was ready, Ms. Hanif put everything on the tray and gave it to Zidan.

"This, Son. Please treat Nisa as well as possible. Listen to what he wants, and don't consider him anyone else. Remember she is also your wife," muttered Bu Hanif gently.

 Zidan nodded slowly. "God, Mom."

 Zidan looked at Adel once more, as if knowing that his beloved wife's heart was still a little unrequited.

"Go, Bi. Poor Nisa must have been starving," said Adel Lirih.

 A tear fell on Adel's cheek, which woman's heart did not sting when consciously asked her own husband who was very much in love to accompany other women, on her happy day. But fate has spoken and Adel himself asked, now they have to learn to adjust to all the realities that exist.

 Zidan wiped away Adel's tears, and gave his best smile before stepping back towards Nisa's room.

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 Zidan's heart was timid as his steps drew closer to Nisa's bedroom door.

  Samar heard Nisa's sobbing from inside the room.

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 Zidan's heart seemed to be pinched, but he dismissed the feeling because he thought it was just sympathy for Nisa's suffering.

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"Nis, Nisa .. can I come in? I brought food for you. Let's eat first, Nis," said Zidan as gently as possible.

 Zidan did not want to add to Nisa's sadness by being as flat as before, at least by being gentle as now Zidan could be calmer because it could start to be fair to Nisa.

"Nisa .. You hear me? please open the door Nisa, I want to talk to you, ", Zidan said again when Nisa did not open the door to her room.

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 The door opened, Nisa appeared from behind the door with her face lowered deeply.

"Miss ...."

"Enough, Mom. Nisa has thought about it carefully, and now Nisa has a request that Nisa begs Mas to be able to follow," said Nisa staring fixedly at Zidan's face.