Honey For Amira
POV Amira

"Tell me to marry again. Did Umi ngizinin Abi marry again?"

"What! remarry?" my eyeballs were perfectly rounded when my husband asked for permission to remarry.

Tub struck by lightning in broad daylight. I was shocked when my husband suddenly said he wanted to get married again. 

Mas Farhan looked at me fixedly and smiled.

"That's it, if Umi ngizinin. If Umi is not ngizinin, Abi will also not be maksa," continued Mas Farhan.

"Abi is not serious, is it the same thing Abi said? Umi's convinced that Abi's just kidding." I still can't believe what Mas Farhan said.

"Terious to Mi. Abi has the intention to have two wives. If Abi remarries, Abi promises Abi will be fair to Abi's two wives later."

All this time I thought my husband was a very nice man. An honest and loyal man. But I don't know what he said.

I thought, Mas Farhan is just messing around with his words. But what I saw from the look on his face, he seemed to be serious about what he said.

I, who had been breastfeeding my son ever since, could only endure the pain in my chest. If Mas Farhan had said that, it meant that his heart was already divided for another woman. 

Who is the woman who made my husband fall in love?

"Who is the woman you're going to marry?" I stared at Mas Farhan. 

Mas Farhan was silent. He didn't answer my questions directly. He got up from his seat and looked at me. 

"Mii. Adzan. Abi wants to go to the mosque first. Would Umi want to come to the mosque? fauzan's mumpung sleeps" Mas Farhan said before leaving.

"If Umi goes to the mosque, then who will take care of Fauzan Bi?"

"Yes you put Fauzan to Laila."

"I don't have the heart to nitipin Fauzan to Laila. Meningan, you just take Laila to the mosque and Umi wait at home."

"Abi invited Laila to Mi. But he doesn't want to."

"Well, Abi himself went to the mosque. Umi wants to pray at home."

"Yes already. Abi left first, Mi. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakiumsalam." 

Mas Farhan passed away leaving the house to pray for worshippers in the mosque. 

Like his routine every day. He was always an imam in the mosque near our house.  Because by chance our house is also close to the mosque.

I have been married to Mas Farhan for fifteen years. We got married because of two parents. And during that time, we had two children, Laila and Fauzan. 

"Laila.." I called Laila my eldest.

The summoned Laila, immediately came out of the room and approached towards me. 

"Yes Umi. What's up?" the beautiful 12-year-old girl was already standing in front of me.

"Can you please Umi Nak." I stared at Laila.

"Please what Umi?" 

"Fauzan sleeping. Umi wants to put him in the crib. Help you finish the crib, son."

Laila nodded. "Yes Umi." 

Without saying much, Laila went to my room to clean up Fauzan's crib. I waited for him in the middle room. 

"Umi's. Everything's all done." With a flash my teenage son was already standing in front of me with a smile.  

"Thank you Laila."

"Yes Umi."

I stood up while holding the small body of Fauzan. 

I went into the room.  I put Fauzan's little body straight into the crib. I smiled when I saw that my youngest was asleep. I walked and sat down on the side of the bed. 

Tests. 

A drop of my tears fell from my eye. Actually my heart cried when I heard Mas Farhan's words earlier. 

But I don't want to cry especially in front of Laila. I don't want to share my sadness with anyone else. Especially with my own son.

I hurriedly wiped my tears.  

"Umi, Umi's crying?" tanya Laila looked at me fixedly. 

"Laila, Umi's okay. Laila hasn't eaten yet, has she? we'll have dinner tonight, after Abi gets home from the mosque."

Laila smiled. 

"Yes Umi."

I rise to my feet. After that I approached towards Laila who was still standing near the door of the room.

"Fauzan is asleep. Don't bother him. Let's just get Laila out!" I'm taking Laila out. 

"Umi want to pray first La. Titip Fauzan later he cried."

"Yes Umi."

I went to the back to take ablution and perform the Maghrib prayer.

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Laila and I are in the dining room. The food at the dinner table I prepared for Mas Farhan and Laila.

"Laila, where's your Abi? Why he hasn't come home yet. He went to the mosque a long time ago. It's eight o'clock more Laila," said I who was still fretting waiting for Mas Farhan. 

"Umi's. Maybe Abi is teaching njai in the mosque again" said Laila.

"Laila, it's Friday night. There is no santri njai. And Abi you'll not spend the night like this, it's Laila's night."

"Maybe in the mosque of Abi again there's the same Umi business as Abi's friends."

"Well, let's eat Laila first. Wait for Abi you too. Our hunt is starving. 

"Yes Umi. "

After almost an hour of Laila and I waiting for Mas Farhan in the dining room, we finally decided to eat without Mas Farhan. 

"Mi, Umi's cooking is delicious. Tomorrow cook like this again Mi," said Laila. He then went back to devouring my chicken rica-rica. 

I smile. 

"Mi, anyway Umi is the best mother. The most perfect mother for Laila," praised Laila. 

I smile. 

'I'm the perfect mother for Laila. I am not the perfect wife for my husband. Since Mas Farhan wants to marry again, it means that he is tired of me. 

Ever since my husband said that I always thought, maybe all this time I haven't been able to be a good wife for him. So he chose to turn to another woman.

After eating, I told Laila to go into her room. 

"California. You have to go to school tomorrow. You should wake up in the morning. Now, you go to the room and sleep. Don't stay up too much, son."

Laila looked at me and smiled. 

"Yes Mi." 

Laila then walked over to go to her room. While I was still faithfully sitting in the dining room. I stared at all the food on the table. 

"Then I want to eat anything. Last night why he didn't come home.  Do I just clean up this food," I said. 

I then stood up and took one by one the dirty dishes that were on the dining table. I took all the dishes to the kitchen. 

I keep the remaining rice and side dishes. Then I started washing the dirty dishes. 

"Assalamualaik." The sound of greetings from outside the house was heard. 

I smiled when I heard my husband's voice. 

"Abi came home too" I said. 

A while later, Mas Farhan was already behind me and approaching me. 

"Mii. Abi ate Mi. Abi wants to go straight to the room, Mi. Sorry Mi, Abi can't help Umi." 

I looked at my husband. 

"Tell me nothing to help. Umi can do Umi's own work."

"Yes already. Abi to the room first Mi."

"Yes." Yeah."

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