Honey For Amira
Poor girl

"Mas Galih knows where this is coming from? has Mas Farhan told Mas Galih about this?" ask me about Mas Galih. 

"I knew from my mother. I really didn't expect your husband. He really wants to have two wives. Maybe he wants to get married again. To make and manage one wife is difficult, she wants to marry again" said Mas Galih in a mocking tone. 

"People have trouble having two wives. Can he be fair with his two wives later ? stupid this Farhan," continued Mas Galih.

Mas Galih looked back at me. 

"Then have you allowed her to marry again Mir?" ask Mas Galih. 

I just nodded my head slowly.

"Ah, you are just as stupid. Husbands want to marry again, you're allowed to. You will not last long if you live a household like that. Rest assured, me. Soon your household will disperse," said Mas Galih with a cynical look.

I know Mas Galih and mom don't approve of my husband's wishes. But I can't do anything for now. Because Mas Farhan has also been unanimous in his decision. And I agreed to it too.

"Galih, stop. Don't talk shit.  That was their decision. Don't you interfere. That's Amira and Farhan's business. They will live it" said the mother.

"It doesn't matter now ma'am, but how it will be. By the way it's easy. But living it I'm sure, Amira won't be able to do it, ma'am."

"Yes already. Let it. After all, Amira was also sincere."

"Mother is a woman too. Why mothers even support their children to marry again. I'm the only man who builds a household with one woman alone is difficult, even until there is a divorce between us. How about two wives."

"That's you. Farhan is different. If Farhan can be fair it's okay if he wants to have two or three wives. Let it be. Our job is only to support and pray for the best for them" said the mother at length.

"Yes, it's up to them anyway. I as a sister reminded. If you don't want to be reminded, yes. Its nothing. If anything happens to their marriage, I won't take care of it either."

****

This afternoon I, Mas Farhan, mother and Mas Galih, have arrived in front of Zia's house. I have since been staring at a small fence house, which is located on the edge of the rice field.

I shouldn't have come to Zia's house. Due to the arrival of the mother, Mas Farhan, and Mas Galih to propose to the girl.

Mas Farhan's decision to marry Zia was already unanimous. It can't be disturbed anymore. Mother and Mas Galih had reminded Mas Farhan many times so that he wanted to undo his intention to marry again.

But Mas Farhan would never listen to their words. Mas Farhan still insisted on wanting to marry the girl. And there was already nothing that could stand in the way of Mas Farhan's wishes anymore.

"Assalamualaikum," we said in unison after arriving in front of Zia's house.

There was no answer from inside the house.

"Are you sure this is his house?" ask Mas Farhan.

I don't seem sure if this house is Zia's. Because the house we went to was very ugly and small.

"Yes Mom. This is indeed Zia's house. I've sent Zia here many times" replied Mas Farhan.

"Farhan. You sure want to marry a girl whose house is ugly and not worth living in like this" said the mother again.

"Mom, I want to marry Zia because of God. I just want to help her, Mom. Poor him. She was an orphan girl, whose life was in short supply. His grandfather was also very ill. It's okay, ma'am, as long as my goals are good."

"Help not by marrying Farhan too, the reason you are, just say that you want to have two wives" said Mas Galih.

"Why is Farhan's house so empty?" ask mother.

"I don't know either, Mom, but I told Zia that I would come here this afternoon" Mas Farhan replied.

A few moments later, a beautiful girl opened the door of her house.

We were all shocked when we saw the girl. The girl looked very pretty, her face was white, her nose was pointed, her body was also tall.

Could this girl be a girl named Zia?

While Mas Farhan and the girl were throwing smiles at each other.

"Wa'alakiumsalam ustadz" said the beautiful girl.

"Zia" said Mas Farhan.

Zia kissed the back of mom's hand. He also grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand.

"Mad Amira surely, right?" terka Zia while looking at me.

"Yes Zi. This is my wife, this is my mother, and this is my brother" Mas Farhan said, introducing us all to Zia.

"Ustadz please enter ustadz." Zia let us into her house.

We walked into Zia's house. Arriving in the living room, we heard the sound of people coughing.

Uhuk uhuk...

"Who's that coughing?" ask Zia.

"He's my grandfather. He's sick again" replied Zia.

"What pain?" ask mother.

"The doctor said, Grandpa's sick with lungs. The doctor also advised me to take my grandfather to the hospital. But I don't have the money to bring my grandfather to treatment" Zia explained.

"Please sit Mom, Ma'am, Mas" Zia invited us to sit down.

We then sat down on the long wooden chair that was in the living room of Zia's house. Zia's house looked so narrow.

The walls of the house are made of woven bamboo, and the floor is also still from the ground. So concerning.

I don't know what my husband is looking for from a girl like Zia. Really, my husband wants to help Zia by marrying her. But does it help trouble a man should by marrying her. Or my husband married the girl, just looking at her face.

"Wait a minute, I'll call grandpa" Zia said.

In a hurry, Zia went to the room to call her grandfather. A while later, Zia came back with an old man and took him closer to us.

Grandpa took us all in his hands. After that Zia's grandfather sat mingling with all of us.

"Make Zi drink, for them," said Grandpa Zia to order Zia to get us a drink.

"Yes the cake."

Zia then went to the kitchen leaving us to make a drink.

Moments later, he came with a few glasses of warm sweet tea. He then placed it on a wooden table.

"Please drink Mas, Ma'am, Ma'am" Zia told us.

We just nodded.

"Sit down Zi" said Grandpa Zia.

Uhuk...

Grandpa Zia coughed again. I feel sorry for his condition.

"I'm sorry, my chest hurts. I was coughing from yesterday" Grandpa Zia said.