Honey For Amira
Fevers

"Pig..."

Mas Farhan turned to me.

"Yes Mi."

"Where is the coffee going to be put? inside or outside?"

"Put it in Mi. Abi and Mas Galih will be there."

"Yes Bi."

I then approached the living room table and placed the two cups of coffee on the table.

After that, I went back to the kitchen to help my mother.

"I'm helping you, ma'am."

"Yes. Thanks to Amira."

I then helped mom to make bean porridge and another snack for today.

My mother-in-law is a very good woman. Although she is a widow, she is a hard worker.

He always makes cakes for him to sell in the market. He never relied on the money his son gave him.

"Mom not selling in the market?" my many.

Mom smiled.

"Mother take a holiday first. There was a time you same Fauzan play here mom selling to the market anyway. Mom's time for Fauzan to be a little dong. Soon he will wake up, too" said the mother.

"Yes, Mom."

"Work to the market every day. If you and Fauzan are here, it's rare. Fastest once a month. So it's a pity that you didn't bring Laila here" continued the mother.

"Yes Mom. I'll bring Laila here sometime. Maybe if I come here again, I'll bring Laila here."

Mom smiled and went back to stirring up the bean porridge that was still in the pot.

"Amira, are you sure you want to accept your husband's decision to remarry?" ask mom to look at me. 

I nodded."Yes, ma'am."

"Why Amira. Why did you do that. Polygamy is not good. Are you ready to have honey?" ask mom to get serious.

"From the fact that I let Mas Farhan drag on thinking about the girl, I'd rather let her remarry ma'am."

"Who is Amira the girl? you know him?" I looked curious about the girl. Just like I'm still curious about that girl. 

"I told you that I don't know him. What matters is that he's a village with me. And he's the mannequin of Mas Farhan."

"So Farhan teaches adult salary too?"

"In my village, Mas Farhan was already famous as Ustadz Bu. He was already recognized as a pious man in my village. He taught everyone there. Want a small child, want an adult, everyone learns to pay with him," I explained.

"Oh..." Mother only mustard to hear my explanation. 

"So the mother's son is now famous huh in your village?"

I smile. "Yes Mom. He has also lived with me for over ten years. I would be proud to have a son like Mas Farhan."

Mom immediately shook her head. 

"No. I'm not proud that he has two wives" said the mother as she stirred up the pea porridge that was still on the stove. 

After the bean porridge is cooked, the mother turns off the stove. After that, he looked back at me. 

"You should think about this carefully Amira.  No woman can share a husband. What if Farhan isn't fair to you and his second wife. Would you accept that Farhan loves his second wife more than you."

I smiled when I heard my mother's words.

"Well, if that's your decision. Actually the mother as a woman, does not agree that Farhan wants polygamy. Because if the mother is in your position, the mother will also definitely not be able to live polygamous. But I'm sure, you're a strong and strong woman. You can definitely live it."

"God willing, Mom. Just pray, Mom."

"I as a mother can only wish the best for your household."

***

This afternoon, I was still on the front porch of my mother-in-law's house.  Mas Farhan has returned to our home.

I can't go with Mas Farhan home because of Fauzan's condition. Fauzan's sick. He had a fever for two days. So I had to be left at my mother's house. 

"Amira, it's late afternoon. Why are you still sitting here" said the mother. 

"Let's go in! I want maghrib Amira!" Mom grabbed my shoulder and took me inside the house. 

Mother then closed the front door, while I stepped inside the house.  

The sound of the Adhan has echoed in the mosque next to the mother's house. I immediately stepped into the bathroom for ablution. After that, I did maghrib prayers at home. 

Since I had a baby, I rarely prayed in mosques or prayer rooms. I pray more often at home. But if Mas Farhan does not pray in the mosque, I usually pray with Mas Farhan at home. 

After the prayer I looked at my son. Fauzan is still sound on the bed. I took the time to read the Qur'an first after praying.

After I finished teaching, I closed my mushaf and walked out of my room. I approached the mother who was currently sitting in the living room with Mas Galih. 

"Amira, sit down!" pinta mother. 

I sat down on my mother's side. 

"How is your child?" ask mother. 

"The body is still hot, ma'am. I took medicine from the midwife" I replied. 

"Check not to midwife. Go to the doctor directly, let it heal quickly," said the mother.

"Yes, Mom."

Mas Galih looked at me. 

"Your husband tonight, don't want to come here again Amira?" ask Mas Galih. 

"Not knowing. He said he wanted to come here again tonight, but somehow he hasn't come yet" I replied.

"Maybe she's laila's nemenin at home" she said.

"Yes. Maybe it was Mom. If he doesn't come here it's okay, too" I said. 

"If your husband can't come here yet, let me take you to the doctor tomorrow." Mas Galih offered himself.

I stared at Mas Galih. 

"Didn't you take it?"

Mas Galih smiled and shook his head. 

"Oh, it's okay. Tomorrow before I leave for work, I'll take Fauzan to the doctor."

I'm nodding. Fortunately, my brother-in-law is a very understanding person. 

I don't know what happened to Fauzan. Before Mas Farhan left, I checked him into the midwife, but the medicine did not show any reaction.

Mas Galih suddenly looked at me.

"I want to ask you Amira," Mas Galih already showed his serious face.

"Ask what?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Is it true that your husband wants to get married again?" ask Mas Galih who surprised me.