Sincerity of the Second Wife

Sincerity of the Second Wife
Her name is also Husband Wife


Nana wiped away her tears as her husband opened the door to their room. She approached her husband and helped him open his jacket.


"Where's the man from?" asked Nana softly. Of course, so that her husband is not angry.


"Papa's trying to find a job, Ma. Not good to keep gini. Pain all over the body, Papa. But no one wants to accept it. Papa is old," replied Mr. Dayat, sad.


"No pa-pa, Pa. Let's go first, slow down. Sing sincerely, Mama is sure everything must have a way. The sustenance won't knock, Pa. The sustenance will not be the wrong house," said Nana while giving her sweetest smile to her husband.


"Thank you for your understanding, my wife. I'm sorry, Papa yes, Ma. Frequently angry is unclear. Often diemin Mama. Papa was actually thinking, how can you make money for Mama, make Ara. Sorry, Ma. Pardon Papa," said Mr. Dayat while hugging his wife.


"Yes, Pa. Mama knows. Mama understands how Papa is the guy. Already, let's rest. Have you eaten yet? Is prayer not yet?" ask Nana again.


"Sholat, Ma. But eating hasn't. Not good to taste yet. Papa is still thinking how to make Papa can support Mama with our grandchildren." Mr. Dayat took off his trousers and replaced them with shorts, as he used to use when sleeping.


"Yes, Mama knows. Mama also wants to sell, Pa. But what good sales?" nana asked directly with what she was thinking. She also wanted to help ease the burden on her husband.


"If you have capital, Papa wants to sell martabak again, like first, when he was young. Like Pas first met, Mama," replied Mr. Dayat as he lay his body on his floor mattress.


"Mama there's Pa, capital. But it's Ara's," replied Nana starting to be open about Riana.


Dayat looked at his wife in wonder. Like not believing what his wife said.


"Why did Papa not want Mama to be like that? Something wrong, Pa?" nana asked, looking back at her husband's eyes.


"Didn't you? Papa was astonished. Of all the people in this house, why did Ara have Ma's money. While the sky works until this hour, a new week he has money!" dayat replied that he felt strange. More and more feel that the wife halu. Ngaco.


"Yes.... Papa underestimated this beautiful baby. He's fucking up now, Pa. Your grandson Sultan now. Change our position" replied Nana while chuckling. Because the face of the husband, he thought very worried.


"Huh, bye ah... Papa's going to sleep. Mama is getting worse. My mom is complete." Mr. Dayat tilted his body. Backing the wife. And then closed his eyes.


A second later, Nana hugs him from behind and bullies him.


"Well, don't you believe me, Mama, if our grandchildren are over now?" joked Nana seduces her husband.


"Udahlah, Ma. Mama don't be shy," replied Dayat began to get upset.


Nana smiled, Then to prove that she was not happy, Nana also took her phone and showed proof of the money transfer transaction on her phone.


"Ni, Pa. If Papa does not believe," said Nana.


Dayat glanced at the line of words on his wife's phone. Dayat was a little stunned by the nominal number listed between the lines of the word.


"It's not from her mom. But from her mother," answered Nana casually but seriously.


"Not from her mom but from her mom, piye to Ma. Papa doesn't understand" Dayat replied confusedly. To facilitate their conversation, Dayat also chose to get up and sit on his floor mattress. While Nana herself also chose to sit together to accompany her husband.


"Yes, Pa. It's Ara's money, from Mama Iya," answered Nana honestly.


Dayat was growing more unbelieving. Where could Riana send money to Ara with a nominal that makes no sense according to her.


That day when they delivered Riana to Surabaya, Sayat only gave Riana an allowance of ten million. Not long after his father died. Surely the money was used by Riana to take care of the nutrition of the father. And now, the wife told herself, that Riana sent money to Ara, worth fifty million. Isn't this impossible.


"No, no, no. I don't believe what my mom says. Papa sure Mama Halu. Mama Halu, Mama halu," said Dayat disparagingly. Not wanting to be too dizzy with the news, Dayat also chose to lie down and return to his body.


"Pa, Mama didn't lie. This is serious, this money is from Ria. So the story is, Riana had a dress design, she wanted to make the clothes for Ara. Ehhh, he has not made it, the sky makes a tantrum. He finally did not stop, right. Then, the design he entered the race. Ehhhh, win. And then he called Mama said the design was for Ara, so the gift was also for Ara. So. Pa's oath, Mama did not lie," said Nana told him what really happened.


Dayat was silent. I remember every word spoken by my wife. "Serious mom?" ask Dayat to Nana.


"Seriously, Pa. Ni try Papa see the same charter of gifts that Ria received. Mama has proof, Ni if Papa doesn't believe in Mama." Nana also showed all the evidence she had, so that the husband did not suspect her.


Dayat picks up the phone and mens roll the message Riana sent to her wife. There is also a chat from Riana about the rewards he presented to Baby Ara.


Dayat was stunned, in disbelief. Or rather shame. How not? The son refused the girl outright. But when he gets more sustenance, he immediately remembers the princess. Isn't this an incredible sincerity.


"Why is Papa silent? You believe Mama's now?" ask Nana again.


"Believe, Ma. But Papa's ashamed. If what you're saying is the truth, Papa is ashamed, Ma!" dayat said while crying haru.


"Mom seriously, Pa. Mama dares to lie the same, Papa. But Riana advised, do not tell the Sky.He does not want the Sky to know. She was afraid that Kangit would be offended and angry at her. Papa would you promise me this?" Nana looked at her husband seriously.


Dayat agreed. Although honestly he still did not believe this. Dayat was curious about the truth of this news about Riana.


***


On the plane that took him to Holland. Riana's crying. Because not only the important book is left behind, but also the phone.


Riana was too hasty until she put the phone into her tenteng bag. Not his sling bag.


Seriate.....