Honey For Amira
A lie

Two days after the operation, Amira had started to speak fluently. Maybe the pain he felt was not like yesterday.

This afternoon in her room, Amira was still with her husband Farhan. Farhan was still feeding his wife with a bowl of porridge.

"Honey, eat a lot of yes, so you recover quickly and we can go home quickly" said Farhan.

"Bi, where's Laila? haven't I seen him one day?" ask Amira on the sidelines.

"Laila started school. Time yes, Laila must keep Umi here."

"Bi, Fauzan who's home?" ask Amira.

It seems he still does not know that his son Fauzan was dead after the accident.

Amira does not know that Fauzan is dead, because Farhan and all the family have agreed not to tell Amira about Fauzan. They don't want to make Amira sadder.

"As usual, dear. Fauzan is shaken. He's the same who would. So you don't have to worry about Fauzan either" Farhan lied.

"I miss Fauzan. ASI I'm swollen, it's been four days I didn't give ASI to Fauzan."

"Yes, later if at home you love ASI to Fauzan. Now you eat a lot."

"Yes Bi."

"Now, formula milk is also a lot in the store. You don't have to worry about Fauzan. He's fine at home."

"Yes." Yeah."

Farhan looked at Amira fixedly.

Forgive Abi ya Mi, Abi must lie to Umi. Abi does not want Umi to be sadder. Doctor umi said there can't be much thought. Abi did not want Umi to be sad and thought Fauzan. O Allah, forgive all the sins of your servant O Allah, inwardly, Farhan.

Farhan again took a spoonful of porridge and brought it closer to Amira's mouth.

"Udah Mas's. I'm full."

"Are you sure you're full?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"After this you take medicine, baby?"

"Yes, it's."

Farhan then placed the bowl of porridge on the table. After that he took a glass of water and put a spoonful of water into Amira's mouth.

After that, Farhan took a tissue and wiped Amira's lips with tissue.

"I'm sorry, Mas. I have become a useless wife to you. I'm disabled now, and I'll definitely continue to trouble you" Amira said with teary eyes.

Farhan smiled.

"Don't talk like that, baby. I am your husband. It's a husband's duty to take care of his sick wife."

No tears Amira dripped from her eyes. Farhan wiped his wife's tears.

"Don't cry dear. I don't like to see you cry. You're Amira. You are not a weak woman. You must be strong dear to accept all these trials."

"You haven't come home yet, have you?" ask Amira.

"I kept going back and forth to the house. Sometimes I pick up Mom and tell her to come here. But if it's my mother now, it's home. He's taking care of Mas Galih at home."

"How is Mas Galih's condition?"

"He's all right. You don't have to think about him. He caused you to be like this Amira. I'm really sick of him."

"Don't say that. He is your brother, however. You have to respect him. Maybe that night, Mas Galih was sleepy. So he did not see a hole in front of him. And Mas Galih's brake motor is also blong."

"So he's careless. Know the brake motor blong, still in use."

"Where is the bike now?" ask Amira.

"Udah I picked up yesterday at the police station."

"If Zia. How's he doing?" amira asked which surprised Farhan.

Farhan fell silent as Amira mentioned Zia's name. Yes, Farhan just remembered that he also had another wife besides Amira. The wife he hadn't touched at all.

Why should you remind me of Zia Mir. I almost forgot about her and our marriage, Inner Farhan

"Zia's at her grandfather's house. Ever since you got sick, I never saw her again,"

"Why don't you find him. You should have met him. She's also your wife."

"Yes anyway. But what about you. You need me more than Zia."

"That's now Mas. There comes a time when things will change and turn upside down. And Zia will need you more than me."

"That's dear. I don't want to think about anything. I just want to think about your recovery. Honestly, my heart is broken baby, seeing you like this. I feel the pain you feel."

****

This afternoon, Galih was already in the motor workshop. Galih is still steady motor damaged dent due to the accident.

Galih will repair all the damage that occurred due to yesterday's accident. All of you want to fix the motor brake that was blong yesterday.

Galih had already taken some of his savings to fix his bike back.

"Yud, how's Jud with my bike?" ask Galih to Yudi the owner of the motorcycle workshop.

"The motor is badly damaged this Mas. It must be repaired all. Look, the side and front are also dented so," Yudi explained.

"This is my only motor, Jud. And I want to bring work. I have to borrow people's bikes. Farhan also only has one motor."

"Motor credit again." Yudi gave advice.

"Motor loans do not use a down payment. I just now no longer hold any money at all. There's also money to save for motor repair."

"Sabar Mas's. It's all a test. Every human being has his own test."

"So, I'm so confused right now. I just divorced my wife, already got a steady job in the village, even wretched like this."

"I'll say what I said. Patience. We must be patient. Every trial will have a silver lining. Believe me, behind Mas Galih's divorce with his wife, I'm sure in a moment, Mas Galih will get a good woman."

"Yes yes. No need to talk. Quickly fix my motor. I want to bring you work tomorrow."

"If tomorrow I can't. It must have been a long time if the bike was like this."

"Yes whatever. How long is it?" ask Galih.

"One week Mas."

"One week? too long?"

"This will have to replace all the new parts. Dents like this."

"It's up to you."

Yudi silent. He is still focused on improving the Galih bike.

"Yud, you have a lot of motorcycles, can I borrow one of them? Not long a moment."

"If you want to take it, bring it. What matters is the gas."

"Quiet down. I'll fill it up."

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm going to the hospital. Want to see sister-in-law."

"Oh. Sister Amira. Has he not come home yet?"

"Yet. I feel guilty too. It's made Amira disabled. If only I could make up for all my mistakes with him. If only I could replace Amira's pain."

"What's Mas's problem?" ask Yudi curiously.

"He broke a bone in his leg. And crack in his neck."

"Duh, what a pity."

"Either, I feel guilty about him."

"If Ms. Amira is sick, there will certainly be many who take care of Mas. He is his brother a lot. There was his uncle, his aunt, his cousin, if Mas Galih was like that, pity Bu Aminah. It's old, it's gotta take Mas Galih by himself."

"Yes, all this cannot be separated from the intervention of God Jud. Maybe behind all this, God has other plans" Galih said.