Honey For Amira
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"My wife has betrayed me Amira" said Galih looking sad.

"Braying how Mas?" amira did not understand.

"She's been cheating on me with the other guy behind me."

Amira was shocked when she heard Galih's words. Amira just found out, if Galih's divorce all this time turned out to be because of the third person.

"What! cheated on?" peekkik Amira's.

"Yes. Ever since my second child was a child, he's been cheating on me with other men" Galih said.

"Can I?"

"Yes Amira. I don't know either. I don't know what my wife wanted all this time. Our lives at that time were good. And I also have enough money to pay for it. But, maybe my wife is not a grateful woman like you. He was more concerned with his own business and he was cheating on him with rich men. Namely, his own boss in the office," said Galih.

Had he remembered his past with his wife, Galih's heart ached so much. But Galih is a man. She couldn't cry just because of that problem.

Galih has been hiding his problems with his wife from those closest to him, including his mother. The problem of his divorce with Risma only he and Risma alone know.

"So, your divorce with Mbak Risma is not because of Mbak Risma and your children who do not feel at home living in the village. But because of another problem?"

"That's just the last reason I'm getting divorced from her Mir. Actually the main reason I got divorced with Risma was an affair."

"Oh..." Amira only the mangosteen seemed to understand.

"When I found out he was cheating, he apologized and he promised that he wouldn't repeat his deed again. But after some time, he went back to repeating the affair again with the same man."

"His own boss?"

Galih.

"Patiently, my. Sorry, because I've reminded you again of your past, which you should have forgotten." Amira looks sad when she hears Galih's story.

Galih looked at Amira.

"It's okay, Amira. Now I'm trying to forget that, too."

"Oh yes, what did you bring?" tanya Amira tried to divert her conversation.

"Mother bring rice and side dishes for you to eat. And if I am, bring martabak. Who knows you're a martabak."

"You know what, I like martabak."

"Yes, I don't really know. Just said mom, you like martabak. And when you're at mom's house, you also often buy martabak with your husband."

"Oh yes, we go into yuk Mas. We sit in the living room. All eat martabaknya," said Amira invites Galih into the house.

It seems that Amira is also tired, outside the house. He also felt guilty for making Galih sad.

"Yes Amira."

Galih got up from his seat. He looked at Amira.

"I pushed your wheelchair in."

"No need to Mas. I can go in by myself."

"It's okay, Amira. Let's go faster."

"Yes, it's up to you."

Galih then pushes Amira up to the living room. Arriving in the living room, Galih looked at Amira.

"You wait here, Amira. I'll get the hammer first."

"Yes, it's."

Galih then walks into the kitchen to retrieve the martabak. Moments later, Galih returns with his hammer.

"It's Amira, who knows you're hungry again, you can eat this martabak."

"Thank you, my mother."

"Yes Amira."

****

The current time has already shown ten in the morning.

Zia was still inside her house. After he had done all his homework, he suddenly remembered his grandfather.

Grandpa Zia had not been out of her room since last night. And Zia hasn't seen him in since last night.

The curious Zia, then approached her grandfather's room. He then knocked on the door of the room.

Tok tok...

"Grandfather, grandfather," said Zia.

"Grandfather, grandpa was doing it inside. It's noon, Cake. Grandpa won't wake up?"

Several times Zia tried to call her grandfather, but there was no truth from inside her grandfather's room.

The curious Zia, hurriedly opened the door of her grandfather's room. Zia was shocked when she saw her grandfather's face looking pale. Zia hurriedly approached her grandfather.

"Grandfather, grandfather is sick?" ask Zia.

Mr. Ramli did not answer Zia's question. Mr. Ramli's face was very pale, in addition, his breathing was also irregular.

"Grandfather, grandfather, don't make Zia fear Kek. Grandpa ... talk Cake. Let's talk," said Zia.

Zia did not know, what had happened to her grandfather. Yang Zia saw, her grandfather was short of breath and her face was also very pale.

Zia was crying by her grandfather's side. He was afraid that anything would happen to his grandfather. Zia then goes out to call Farhan.

"Hello Mas."

"Hello Zi's. What's up?"

"Mas, hurry home. My grandfather was sick. Hurry home."

"Zi, I can't. I'm teaching again. If your grandfather is sick, scrapes, massages, and takes medicine. He will be healed too."

"Mas, but this isn't your usual pain. Go home quickly. Grandpa couldn't talk. His face was pale and he was also short of breath."

"Duh, I can't go home Zi. I'm sorry Zi."

It seemed that Farhan did not believe Zia's words. Because at that time, Zia had lied to Farhan. Farhan found it hard to trust him again.

"Mas, hurry up. Quickly home. I don't want anything to happen to Grandpa."

"Look at Zi. You take your grandfather to the hospital first. I'll be followed."

"But who would take my grandfather to the hospital. There's no one here."

"I'll call Mr. Ridwan to take you to the hospital."

"What if you can't go home now?"

"Sorry Zi. I'm working again. If I skip a lot of times, I can be fired long enough Zi's job."

"Is that so? yes, you called Mr. Ridwan. Get him to the house I'll take the car."

"Yes Zi. If you're already in the hospital, after work I'll go to the hospital."

"Yes, it's."

"Yes yes Zi. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakiumsalam."

The phone line was cut.

Zia then approached her Grandfather again. Mr. Ramli now can't do anything. Even to talk to Zia, she couldn't. It makes Zia very sad.

A while later, the roar of the car had already sounded from outside Zia's house.

Zia got up from her seat. After that Zia walked forward to see whose car came.

It turns out that it was Mr. Ridwan's car, Amira's neighbor who had a car, who had taken Amira to the hospital.

"Pak Ridwan," said Zia who hurriedly approached Mr. Ridwan's car.

Moments later, Mr. Ridwan got out of his car. He then looked at Zia fixedly.

"So I was on Ustadz Farhan's phone. I was told to come here. Said you wanted to take your grandfather to the hospital. What's your grandfather sick?" ask Mr. Ridwan.

"My grandfather couldn't do anything. Please my grandfather Mr. Ridwan."

"alright. Now we take your grandfather to the hospital.

"Yes Mr. Ridwan."