Honey For Amira
Curious

After I finished all my work, cleaned the dinner table and washed the dishes, I then left the kitchen and stepped into my room.

Arriving in front of the room, I faintly heard the voice of Mas Farhan who was on the phone with someone, who seemed to be Zia.

"I'm at my mother Zi's house. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to my mother..."

A drop of my tears just flowed from my eye and wet my cheeks. How would my heart feel if my husband had married Zia. Hearing my husband call Zia, my heart ached.

I don't want to hear too much of Mas Farhan's conversation with the girl. I decided to go to the room. I then walked away from my room.

I threw my body on the sofa in the middle room.

Hiks..hiks...

"Why, what a pity Mas Farhan. Why did he want to marry another woman. I haven't been a good wife to her all this time" I said on the sidelines of my cry.

Tok tok...

The sound of knocking on the door was already heard from the front of the mother's house. I wiped my tears and stared into the living room.

"Who has these nights as a guest" I said.

"Assynolajet. Ma'am... Mother.." Mas Galih's voice was heard from outside the house.

"It's like Mas Galih."

I rise to my feet. After that I headed to the living room to open the door.

"Wa'alakiumsalam" I said as I opened the front door.

Mas Galih was already standing at the door. He looked at me and smiled at me.

"Amira, are you here? when did you come?" ask Mas Galih.

"So late in the afternoon" I answered briefly.

"Sama Farhan too?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, it's."

Mas Galih went inside the house. While I locked the door back home. I followed Mas Galih behind him.

Mas Galih threw his body on the sofa of the living room.

"Where is everyone? how is it still this hour? They're sleeping, aren't they?" ask Mas Galih while looking around.

"So my mother went into Mas's room" I replied.

"Your husband has also entered the room?"

"Yes, it's."

I threw my body on the couch. And I sat down near Mas Galih.

I don't really know Mas Galih. Because ever since I married Mas Farhan, Mas Galih has lived in Jakarta with his wife.

We rarely met, because Mas Galih also rarely returned home. Maybe when he went home he took his son and wife.

Now Mas Galih lives back with his mother, after his divorce from his wife a few months ago.

"When you've been here again, Mir?" said Mas Galih.

"Yes Mas. My son will still be five months, pity him if he is driven by motorcycles. Afraid of catching a cold. That's why I rarely play here."

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Yes, it's."

I don't want to linger talking to Mas Galih. Because the time is now night too. I then got up from my seat and looked at Mas Galih.

Mas Galih nodded. After that I left Mas Galih to go back to my room.

I opened my room door. I saw that Mas Farhan was asleep hugging his cell phone. So unfortunately he was with his cell phone, to the point that he slept with the phone in his arms.

I approached my husband. I took the phone and I put it on the nightstand.

I stared at the phone. I'm actually curious and want to see what chat is in the phone.

I then took the phone back.

"No. This is my husband's privacy. I can't open up Mas Farhan's hape," I said.

I put the phone back on the nightstand. After that I got on the bed and lay down on Mas Farhan's side.

I looked at Mas Farhan's face. The beautiful shadow of the past, always reflected in my memory.

I remember how I had my first meeting with my husband. I still remember how I used to be ta'arufan with him. We fell in love after we got married.

Mas Farhan was my first love. Likewise with me, I was also his first love Mas Farhan.

We are both graduates of the pesantren. We never dated like other young people. In the end, our parents arranged for both of us and they married us. A brief encounter that brought us into a strong bond of marriage.

I thought, me and Mas Farhan are true love. I thought, my marriage with her will be fine and we will live happily with our love until we age.

But in reality, it wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined all along. Ever since that girl named Zia came into my husband's life, she's taken my husband's love. And in a minute, he'll take his body.

I tried to close my eyes. I don't want to think about anything for now. I just want this to be a nightmare for me.

May Allah, keep Mas Farhan away from the girl. For God alone is the God who turns over the hearts of men.

****

The sun this morning was shining perfectly. After helping mom in the kitchen, I went back to my room. I saw Fauzan still asleep.

Last night she woke up and only suckled once. Looks like Fauzan is exhausted, because I took him to his grandmother's house. The distance between me and my mother-in-law's house is quite far. Twenty minutes drive by motorbike.

I walked closer to my window. I opened my window so that sunlight could enter the room. I saw Mas Galih and my husband talking in front of the house.

Mas Farhan's gaze fell right at me. From the outside she smiled and approached my window.

"Amira, you're not busy anymore, are you? can you make me and Mas Galih a coffee?" ask my husband from the window.

"Yes Bi."

I then walked away from my room. I walked to the kitchen to make coffee.

Arriving in the kitchen, I saw my mother in the kitchen.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" my many.

Mom looked at me.

"Here, I'm gonna make some peanut porridge. Good you know Mir, early in the morning gini eat bean porridge."

"But we are full, Mom. It was breakfast."

"It's okay. It could be for later or for Fauzan. You don't want to go home first, do you?"

I'm shaking.

"Mas Farhan hasn't brought me home yet. It seems he's still at home here."

"Yes. Just leave him alone. What are you doing here?"

"I want to make coffee for Mas Farhan and Mas Galih."