Honey For Amira
Mom's arrival home

Zia took Farhan by the hand until he entered his house.

"Come on, we're in. Have you eaten yet?" ask Zia.

"Udah Zi," Farhan replied briefly.

"Mas, thanks for this stuff. I bought all this for you. Actually I'm also lazy and anyway, but for your sake what the hell I won't do for you. I want to change for you."

Farhan and Zia then sat on the long chair in the living room of Zia's house.

Farhan looked at Zia fixedly, and rubbed Zia's head that was still wrapped in a veil.

"Mas will buy you what you want. Well, even though Mas's job is only as an honorary teacher, but you still have Zi's side business. God willing, I can still support you and Amira."

"If you may know, Mas Farhan has what business?" ask Zia who has started kepo.

"Mas has an electronics store. Just leave it to Mas's confidant, to handle everything in that store. Because Mas will be busy ngajar and if the afternoon also ngajar njai in the mosque."

Zia suddenly leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. The other hand was spoiled in Farhan's arm, and the other hand was playing with the tip of his triangular veil.

"Honestly I feel really comfortable that Mas is next to me like this."

"Yes Zi."

"Mas, for a while Mas Farhan slept in Zia's room huh. But Zia's room is really small. Different room in his house."

"It's okay Zi. What matters is that we are comfortable. Mas mah, no problem sleeping anywhere, as long as it is comfortable."

"Perfectly comfortable dong Mas. I've sprayed perfume, changed sheets, and the important thing is very neat Mas our bridal room," said Zia.

"You are indeed the smartest, most beautiful wife. Lucky Mas can get a girl like you," said Farhan while pulling the nose pointed at Zia.

"Oh. Sick tofu Mas. I'm the same beautiful Amira mana?"

"Mas can't bandingin' dear. Because Amira is beautiful inside out. When I was young, she was beautiful too, but as I got older, my wife's face changed. And compared to you now, you're still pretty."

****

The current time has already shown at half six in the morning. Zia's hair is wet, the smell of shampoo has been revealed to Farhan's sense of smell.

Farhan had been lying on Zia's little bed. Looks like Farhan's tired after last night he did his first night with his new wife.

Half a month too, Farhan did not channel his passion to Amira because Amira was still sick. And maybe it will take a while, for Amira to be able to serve her husband again like she used to.

Zia opened the window curtain. Letting cool air into the ventilation of his room.

Zia looked at Farhan who was currently still on his small bed. Zia then sat down on the side of the bed to wake her husband up.

"Mas, wake up yuk. We pray at dawn at home. Not in the mosque. Masjid distance." Zia had already pressed her wet hand against Farhan's cheek.

The cold sensation spread to Farhan's body. Farhan blinked his eyes. He looked at his wife and smiled. Farhan then sat up. He then held onto the wet end of Zia's hair.

"Zi, have you taken a shower? why didn't you wake me up from earlier? we can take a shower together" said Farhan who made Zia's face red.

"Mas, what the hell are you talking about. There's grandpa, Mas shy. If he finds out we're taking a bath together."

"Hehe... I'm just kidding, baby. I am also ashamed, your grandfather. Just slept here, it's bad luck like this. Usually they wake up the fastest. It's usually at this hour I've come home from the mosque."

"From here is Mas far mosque. His sleep was also very good. I can't stand to wake up."

"It's okay Zi. Go straight to the bathroom. You want the same congregation, right?"

"Mau Mas's. I also have not prayed. I haven't wudu either. I deliberately wanted to wait for you to pray. Let us worship even at home."

"Yes dear."

"Oh yes Mas. I prepared you for a towel in the bathroom. Soap shampoo I prepared. Just wear it "

"Thank you dear for last night" said Farhan. After that he briefly peeked at Zia's forehead.

Farhan got off his bed. He then stepped into the bathroom to clean his body.

Zia smiled as she saw Farhan coming out of her room.

"There is nothing happiest in the world except our beautiful night last night. And I'll never forget what happened last night between us."

****

Early in the morning, Ms. Rahayu arrived in front of Amira's house.

Tok tock..

Madam Rahayu knocked on the door very hard. No one has opened the door for him since.

"Where the hell are these kids. Why did I come, no one wants to open the door. And the lights are all on. Where exactly is this Farhan," said Bu Rahayu.

"Assynolajet. Farhan...! Farhan ...! open the door Farhan...!"

Amira who heard the call from outside her house tried to wake Laila up.

"California. Wake La. Where's Aunt Novi. Why not open the door. Laila, it's your grandmother coming, " said Amira.

Moments later, Laila blinked her eyes. He then rubbed his still sleepy eyes.

"What the hell is Mi?" ask Laila.

"That's, your grandmother is in front. There, quickly open the door. Hunt him mad at us."

"Yes Mi."

Laila then stepped out of Amira's room and hurriedly opened the front door.

Laila was shocked when she saw that her grandmother was already staring intently at her.

"Laila, why did it take so long to open the door. Where's your Abi and your Aunt?" ask Ms. Rahayu.

"Why did you come here early in the morning?" ask Laila.

"Grandmother wants to give rice to the four of you. Here, grandma's cooking is dead."

Ms. Rahayu is indeed a slightly hard person, but actually her heart is soft and unbearable.

He could not let his children go hungry. Moreover, Amira can not cook, and Novi also can not cook.

"Let's go in, Grandma." Laila let her grandmother in.

Rahayu then entered Amira's house. He then stepped into the dining room to put down the two bushels he was carrying.

"Much of Nek's food?" ask Laila.

"Well, your aunt lives here, and Amira can't cook by herself either. That's why grandma's trying to cook for the four of you."

"Good grandma," said Laila while commenting on a smile.

"Let's know, if grandma's good."

Laila chuckles.

Hehe...

"Where is your aunt now? grandma knows, she's still sleeping. Grandma already knows your aunt's character. He cannot be relied upon. She can't cook and sleep till noon."

"Oh. Aunt Novi is still in her room. And I don't know whether Aunt Novi is awake or not. You see Laila also just woke up Nek."

Ms. Rahayu looked at her grandson.

"What! you just woke up? what time is Laila. It's half seven. If you just wake up, when are you going to school."