Love Needs Debt
Maduku's Daughter 2

Maduku's Daughter 2

“You are the second wife of Juragan Anwar? Didn't think I was, On!” Gani shook her head as she passed, her lips twitching her wry smile.

Usfi saw the back of Gani who continued to move away until it was lost covered by another vehicle behind him. The girl took a deep breath, while wiping her phone screen to look for Mr. Anwar's name.

After finding out, she tried to contact the same name several times, her phone was connected, but, not picked up.

Not long after, he hung up the phone and was about to advance the car. At the same time, he got a notification of the incoming message, out of curiosity, he immediately looked at the phone screen. At that time he widened his eyes, to make sure that his vision on the message that had just been received, was not wrong.

“Try to see, this Mr Anwar is not it?” the message that was accompanied by the photo.

“Not accusing, but I think it looks similar huh?” The message sounded again, after the next notification.

Usfi made sure if what he saw was a true photo Anwar—suami, he enlarged the size of the photo, although the image looks from the back, but the appearance of the back, but the appearance of the back, the hair and hand that was on a woman's shoulder was Anwar. She knew her husband's body.

“This is where?” ask Usfi. He immediately contacted Sari, the friend who sent him the photo through the message earlier.

“I'm still in Buana Water Park! Right, isn't that your husband?”

“You've been there a long time?”

“I just want to go home, this, it's late afternoon, Fi. Coincidentally I'm on my way to see it, I send it straight away!”

“Still yes! Have you photographed?”

“What is Mas Anwar? Does he have another wife?”

Usfi could not say whether the photo was her husband or not. It is better to leave Sari in doubt, because if it is not true, it means disgrace for the husband so that he must cover up. Unless the one with him is his religiously legitimate wife, it will not matter, because what Anwar does is lawful.

“Sorry yes, Sari! I can't mastiin, I guess not, because I doubt!”

Uafi hung up after thanking her and reassured her friend that she would be fine. Then, say hello.

Suddenly, Uafi's phone rang again, but he had just stepped on the accelerator and was about to leave.

The video call was from Naura, Anwar's daughter who was very provocative to him.

“Tante, really, now Papa where?” he said from behind the scenes.

The 17-year-old girl looked impatient. He was still in school and made Anwar an idol. Naura, like most girls, made their father her first love. He hung such great expectations on his papa, as if the man had no sin.

“Your father is not the same Tente, really! Just see if you don't believe it!” naura said as she circulated her phone in all directions in her car.

“Tadi, Pap home at what time from Aunty's house?”

“Today Papa is not at home Auntie!”

“Don't boong again, deh! Yesterday Papa said he wanted to come home late, because he wanted to stop by Auntie's house first!”

Usfi only sighed in annoyance.

Sometimes that's how someone who is too longing, as Naura did to her papa. They thought that the person he wanted was godlike, perfect, gallant and impossible to hurt him.

Anwar is a good figure, friendly, clean skin, his face is shady and his body shape is proportional even though a little fat. One of the most important things is his wealth, this is the highest attraction for women who need affection wherever they are.

And, as a result, he was very chatty to Usfi, the woman he considered to have disturbed the household of the mother. In fact, he often made the second wife of his father, as the target of his disappointment.

“Papa boong time same me, anyway, Auntie?” Naura spoke again, because Usfi was silent.

“Yes! Where Aunty knows ... You try to investigate first, where is Papa? Phone there!”

Usfi is still hiding the news about Anwar on his mad daughter.

“Already, but not lifted!” Naura looks upset.

“Maybe Papa is still busy, don't Suuzhon just yet!”

“But it is now Sabutu, Tente ... Where ever Papa works Saturday, tomorrow will be my turn! I also don't know where it hurts anymore!”

Naura does make her own deal, where the weekend is her turn with the father, Anwar will spend time with the girl and her other two younger brothers all day.

“Mbak Mai is sick?” ask Usfi.

“Ya!”

“Oh. What pain?”

“Mama fever from last night!”

Maisha—mama Naura, allowed Anwar to remarry with a deal, and also because the woman judged Usfi could control Anwar about other women, who were in line to get her husband.

As the richest man in one of Pasundan's land villages, the spirit to have a life partner of more than one is very strong. Temptation comes like a flood and a tidal wave in the ocean that never recedes.

Bids, innuendos or jokes to be double, are common among adult men, especially for those who have positions, and classified as men are.

They consider having many wives to be nothing, which must be accompanied by responsibility before God. Funneling vices, rather than adultery, helps widows, love is blind, it is permissible in religion, and there are many more reasons to seek love.

“Mbak! For me, it is not because Mas Anwar is able to take care of all my needs, but, the most important thing is to bear the answers before God!” usfi said, when Maisha said that Anwar was interested in her, at that time, three years ago.

“Yes! I know, but, I don't care if Mas Anwar is married to you, Fi! Consider this the reply of Budi Ustadz Sholeh to me!”

Actually not only once, and not only Usfi who liked, but, every time Anwar said he would marry again, Maisha always refused and prevented him, in various ways. She knew her husband was rich and capable of supporting more than one wife, but, where would any woman have the heart if her soulmate was in for two?

Is not life only in one body, how life can be divided except for the other life will surely die. That is the difficulty of doing justice, when the heart of a man is considered to be the life of a woman.

“Oh, yes already, Aunty to there now, just happened to buy her favorite orange Fadil!” usfi said while continuing to drive. His phone he just put it on the empty chair next to him.

“Tante want to come here?” naura asked again as if in disbelief, because she had previously insisted that Usfi lie.

“Yes! A long time ago, his phone Aunty closed yes, still on the road, nih!”

“Yes, Auntie!”

Usfi had no plans after that, so he decided to look at Maisha in his mansion. While his mind is still attached to Gani, whom he has just met. Her feelings are suddenly muddled, seeing the appearance of the now disheveled and, thinner than the last time they met, three years ago.

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