Turns out I'm His Second Wife
Commemorated
Seeing Rania who looks cool planting in her garden at the friend of Tati, made Amara who saw her smile for herself. Maybe if Candra saw his wife was dirty like this, it would have been like that. Remembering her granddaughter, made Amara move to search. And incidentally, they met near the stairs.
"Oma from where?" ask Candra.
"From the backyard" he answered.
"See Rania no?" Candra was too focused on the phone, until she was unaware that her wife had disappeared from the room.
"He's behind growing vegetables." When Candra was about to leave, immediately Amara prevented, "Already let it go, Rania no longer hot-hot really."
"Of course she's pregnant, don't get too tired" Candra said.
"You're too much Candra, don't put too much restraint on this Rania, pity her. Surely if you have any orders he will always obey, Oma hope you also do not play tricks on him anymore."
"What does Oma mean?" ask Candra confused.
Amara then pulled him to sit on a sofa not too far from there. It just so happened that he was facing a glass wall that could see into the backyard. There Rania is still cool crouching on the ground doing her work, mbok Tati also faithfully accompanied her.
"Oma has heard everything from Rania" he said with a heavy sigh.
Candra suddenly felt bad after hearing that, "What did she say to Oma?"
"When you heard that you were going to get married a second time for the reason of accidentally raping her until she became pregnant, in fact, Oma was already disappointed in you. But seeing that you are willing to take responsibility for marrying, Oma has slowly forgiven you again. It's just that this time Oma was again disappointed because it turns out there are worse things that you hide." Amara's voice sounded serious.
"What?"
"Why are you lying to Rania? Why didn't you tell me you were married?"
"It's true." Inner Candra.
"I thought if I said he wouldn't, then what about the baby?"
"So you really need that baby? Oma had guessed from the beginning."
Candra this time who sighed heavily, "Oma knew for myself I had a hard time having descendants from Livia because she was barren, when Rania was pregnant I was sure it was my son. I don't want to waste him, I think it's the way God gives."
"Well funny what you thought was Candra, you look ridiculous now," his Oma snorted with a cynical laugh, "But you got a descendant with such a bad event, it has already destroyed Rania's future. He's young, but you've been lying like this."
"But I am also in charge of Oma, by marrying her, it means her future is already answered now. Now that I'm looking after the baby so much, hopefully he'll be my future successor." Candra knew He was wrong, but He made amends for it too.
"Rania's love, how about she's depressed in your marriage?" ask her Oma.
"That's it, I'll always keep her feeling so that she's comfortable and not have too many thoughts here." Although sometimes her feelings are mixed when with Rania, Candra always tries to be kind to keep the pregnant woman mentally.
"What about Livia?" ask her Oma just remembered the woman.
"She's okay, she's fine too" Candra replied without hesitation.
"How did he react when you asked for permission to remarry?"
Amara fell silent with a blank look thinking about Livia. Candra's wife's personality is very difficult to guess, but Amara is sure that Livia must be heavy to decide this. Not only on Rania should Amara apologize, but on Livia as well.
"Even now Oma believes you are more concerned about Rania and the baby, but Oma hope you do not ignore Livia. He is always calm in every condition, but Oma is sure he still needs attention from you, "his advice.
"Yes Oma."
After a long conversation with her Oma, Candra approached Rania behind her back. Easily the woman realized her presence, Rania replex stood up and looked at her nervously. The woman looks very funny, like a child who is caught playing dirty.
"Have you played?" ask Candra.
"I didn't play Mas, just planted vegetables," answered Rania plain straightened.
"Well, that's it."
"It's all right."
Next to Candra's hand raised and rubbed the dirt stains on Rania's forehead, the woman did not notice it because it was invisible. Candra could even feel that the forehead was slightly damp, seemingly sweating.
"Why are you so naughty with Rania?" ask Candra squashy with a stifled voice.
"Sir how Mas? I'm sorry if I'm weird or make you angry." Rania looked down worriedly scolded, but the woman did not understand her attitude that made her husband upset.
"I told you not to cape-cape, but you always do the things I forbid" Candra explained.
"But planting is not cape, it helped cook also not. It's all my favorite." Rania tries to defend herself, Candra herself will know first she's a former maid.
"But you can spend time with other activities that are more relaxed. Like watching tiktok or youtube on your phone?" Don't others want to relax like that? Why Rania is so different.
"Oh that, strangely I can not play for long with HP Mas," replied Rania with an awkward smile.
Candra just shook her head hearing that, completely out of mind once Rania was. But Candra also understood, probably because Rania used to be just an ordinary person and was not used to such a thing. But now that the woman's status has changed, Rania really wasted her opportunity to become an upper class.
"Yes mending now you take a bath, soon we go home to Jakarta," ordered Candra.
"I thought we'd be home tonight."
"No, I'm afraid I'm too exhausted on the road. We're leaving in an hour." Anyway tomorrow Candra works, so don't get tired on the way and make it drop tomorrow.
"Yes, if so I take a shower first want to clean things up."
"Yes." Yeah."
Candra herself does not come in and intillate Rania, she instead sits on a wooden bench and searches for Livia's number on her phone. Almost forgot from yesterday had not had time to contact his first wife. Candra is indeed outrageous, just remember after his Oma advice earlier.
"Not lifted, is he busy? Or is he snooping?" candra gumam. But it seems unlikely that Livia can't, his wife who one does not like to express her feelings.
