Honey For Amira
At the house of in-laws

I threw my body on the side of my bed. My tears were pouring down my cheeks.

I cry in my solitude.

It hurts a lot, but I have to try hard to accept it.

I wiped my tears as I heard the sound of the youngest babbling. I then walked towards the crib to look at it.

Fauzan smiled when he saw me.

"Fauzan, you wake up, son" I said

I then carried the body of little Fauzan and took him out of the room.

"Assalamualaikum.." The sound of Laila's greeting was heard from outside my house.

I hurried over to Laila.

"Laila, are you home? where are you from? my many.

"I'm just from grandma's house."

"Oh. Riding a bike?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I stared out.

"Where is your Abi?"

"So Abi's way to the mosque of Mi."

"Oh. He's definitely gonna hang out in the mosque."

"Yes Mi. In the mosque there are also many children who are waiting for Abi."

****

Tonight, I, Mas Farhan and my mother-in-law, are still in the dining room. We have been enjoying our dinner since.

"Mom, there's something I want to talk about" Mas Farhan said on the sidelines of his chew.

Bu Aminah my mother-in-law looked at Mas Farhan fixedly.

"What! married again?" My mother-in-law was shocked when she heard the words that came out of Mas Farhan's lips.

"Who do you want to marry, Farhan?" asked the mother looking intently at Mas Farhan.

"With Zia," Mas Farhan replied briefly.

"Zia who?" ask mom again.

Mas Farhan was silent. He did not answer my mother's question. He put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"Whose man is he?" ask mom again.

I think I'm curious about a girl named Zia. Like me, who until now was still made curious about the girl.

"Zia is with me Mom" I replied.

Mom set her eyes on me.

"What! your village? You know Zia Mir?" now mom's looking at me.

I'm shaking. "I don't know her much either."

I just don't recognize Zia, let alone my mother-in-law who isn't as good as me. Mas Farhan did want to marry one of the girls in my village.

On the sidelines of our dinner, Mas Farhan went back to talking about Zia to his mother. After asking me for permission, Mas Farhan asked my mother for permission to remarry Zia.

I could only listen to Mas Farhan's conversation with his mother. Even though my heart hurts, I want to learn to accept it.

Mom's staring.

"Farhan, you can't be so reckless as Farhan. If you want to marry again, you must ask permission first with Amira," said the mother.

"I asked Amira for permission. And Amira agreed. Oh, that's darling."

Mom looked at me sharply.

"Yes Mom. I've made Mas Farhan married again."

Me, Mas Farhan, and mom were silent for a moment. None of us spoke. Only the sound of spoons and forks that have since been still mutually unpretentious.

"Amira. Laila didn't come here why?" ask the mother who has started to switch the conversation.

I looked at my mother.

"Laila doesn't want to come here, ma'am. He's playing at my mother's house" I replied on the sidelines of my chewing.

"Why Laila when invited to play here never want to anyway?"

"Don't want to ma'am. Laila was already big, the owner was playing with his friend. Maybe here, he doesn't have a playmate. That's why he's more at home in my mother's house, because there are many friends."

"Yes. You also must be bothered if you talk to Laila too. He's already Junior High."

"Yes Mom. Laila now has a little sister. So he might be embarrassed if everywhere should go along with Umi and Abinya. There are no friends here. At home, I have a lot of friends" I explained.

"Yes right that. After all, the mother here also only lives with Galih. The children of Galih no one lives here. They'd rather live in the city with his mother than here."

Mas Galih is my husband's older brother. It has been three months since Mas Galih's divorce with his wife, he lives in his mother's house.

Mas Galih and his wife divorced because Mas Galih's wife did not want to join Mas Galih living in the village. He prefers to live in the city. While Mas Galih is more comfortable living in the village, to accompany his mother.

Aminah only had two sons. Mas Galih and Mas Farhan. But Mas Farhan has been living in his own house with me.

"Oh yes. Mas Galih now where is Ma'am? She's not at dinner?" I stared at my mother.

"Entertainment since afternoon. Maybe he's playing at his friend's house."

"Oh..."

I was just talking to my mom. While Mas Farhan is still being questioned by his mother. Mas Farhan who felt in cuekin then stood up.

"I want to go to the room first Mir," said Mas Farhan.

"Have you eaten it yet?" I asked Mas Farhan.

Mas Farhan just nodded. He then walked away leaving me and mom in the dining room.

Mom looked back at me.

"Mir's. Do you want to go straight home, or do you want to stay here?" ask mother.

"Depends on Farhan, ma'am."

"Mir's. Pity your child, if taken by motorcycle at night. Do you think here, Mir? My mother is not a friend here either. You and Farhan live here with mom. Let me have a friend."

"It can't be so dong ma'am. We already have our own home. Mas Farhan there also again ngajar njai and became an imam in the mosque."

"Yes. I know it's Mir."

After dinner, I helped my mother-in-law to clean the dinner table. Mas Farhan was in his room.

I picked up the dirty dishes on the table and I took them to the kitchen. After that I washed it.

"Mir's. Why not wash it tomorrow?"ask mother.

I looked at my mother and smiled.

"Fauzan is sleeping, Mom. If tomorrow, I can't help you. Because if Fauzan wakes up he's gonna be fussy."

"Yes already. It's up to you, Mir."

"Mom, I'll just rest there. Let me take care of everything."

"You sure?"

"Yes Mom. Let's make it light tomorrow."

"Yes already. I'm going straight to the room first."

"Yes, Mom."

Mom then walked away leaving me in the kitchen. While I continue my activities.