Honey Contract My Husband
Part 1's. Second Marriage

In the living room of a large house, transformed into a room decorated into the second wedding reception place of a married man.

Today, in the presence of all his family and close relatives, Narendra pledges to make another woman his second wife.

“I received marriage and marriage of Jihan Salma Assyifa bint Sutanto with dowry a set of prayer tools and gold jewelry weighing 50 grams, paid in cash!” A line of words spoken out loud and in just one breath the man was able to do.

“How are the witnesses, legitimate?” Ask the witness.

“Sah,”

“Well,” so the answers of witnesses both witnesses from the bride and groom.

“Alhamdulillah,” then the prayer was said solemnly, then amended by the witnesses and all relatives present.

“Next, attach the ring to the bride's ring finger alternately. From the husband first,” then Narendra pair the ring on the left finger of his new wife's legitimate left hand in the eyes of religion and law.

Alternately the wife will slip the ring on her husband's finger, but on the ring finger of Narendra's left hand there is already a silver ring that occupies it. One woman said, “leave your ring first,” the woman's orders, the mother of the groom.

“No, Ma. This belongs to Cliantha, this ring I will never remove from my finger,” refused Narendra pull back the hand that will be paired ring by his second wife.

Not feeling good because Jihan–his new wife– has been preparing to pair the ring on the ring finger of her legitimate husband. As a result, Narendra raised his right hand and invited Jihan to pair the wedding ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

Everyone applauded loudly. The faces of the family members smiled brightly because this marriage was a new hope for the Herwijaya family for the survival of its generation. In the hands of the woman who became the wife of the two sons only wayang Herwijaya family, there is the peak point of hope Narendra extended family hung.

“Well, now kiss the husband's hand and proceed with the husband kissing the wife's forehead,” the penguhulu's orders.

With a fractured movement, Narendra followed what the ruler was directing. The man closed his eyes as he put his lips on the forehead of the woman who had become his wife and from the corner of his left eye drained a single point of tears.

Not because the kiss channeled meaning or love to his new wife, but he instead recalled the first time the lips landed on the forehead of a woman he loved at once at his first marriage.

Elsewhere, in his room. A woman dressed in a light blue robe with her solemn dangling almost touching the floor, she was crying while staring out the window.

After hearing the word ‘sah’ spoken simultaneously by the witnesses and the audience who came at the wedding of her two husbands, her heart was sliced and heavily injured. Making tears that had never been shed before after so long, now those tears were like there was no self-respect.

Cheeklek, jebret! The door of his room opened violently until it made a loud noise. He saw a man wearing white clothes and tears.

“Do you feel satisfied now?” Asked the man in front of the woman who was standing face to face with tears that were both smashing.

Getting closer and holding the two shoulders of the woman in front of him, “Tell me, Cia, are you satisfied now? What else will you sacrifice next? Doesn't your heart hurt to see your husband remarry? Tell me, are you satisfied to hurt me and yourself?” The man asked shook the body of the woman in front of him.

Cliantha–his first wife. She who forced her husband to remarry another woman, she who made a scenario of 'infidelity' so that this marriage must happen.

Not without reason she did that, but simply because she wanted her husband to feel happy to be a father while also granting the demands of the family who wanted a successor from her, he said, while giving birth to a successor is something Cliantha cannot do for her husband. For this reason, she designed a plan so that the marriage of her two husbands happened right on this day.

“I'm relieved, Mas. Thank you, thank you for doing this,” said the woman even with tears in her eyes.

She hugged her husband's body, “Thank you, yes, Mas,” she said once again.

“Why do you still have time to say thank you, Cia? Don't you love me anymore to the point that you're asking me to marry another woman I obviously don't love? You are my first and last love. You know that, right?” Husband's greeting.

Cliantha pulled back her body, she invited her husband to sit on the edge of the bed before she explained. Cia–so beloved call by those closest to him.

She grabs her husband's hand to hold it, “Mas, sometimes the wedding is not about love alone. There are times when it is used as a way to realize the happiness of everyone. Marriage is not about you and me, but about them. I'm sure your second marriage will be a complement to our marriage story, a perfector of our love. Because for me, the highest level of love is sincerity.”

“You said sincerely, but you hurt and cried like that. What does it mean to be sincere?” Narendra asked his wife.

“Ikhlas is not always expressed with a smile or a laugh, Mas. Ikhlas can also be explained by a cry of novelty and pride. That's what I'm feeling. I am moved and proud of my husband,” said the woman then kissed the hand he held.

“Remember my message, please treat us fairly and let no one get hurt between us, Mas.”

Narendra shook his head slowly, “I cannot promise because right now my heart is always on your side. Don't ask me to be fair, you're not fair to yourself, Cliantha.”

Seriate…