Honey For Amira
Believed

"I'm just here. Fauzan was also in a hot Mas kayak" I told Mas Galih.

"Yes already. I'm in, Amira."

"Yes, it's."

Mas Galih then entered the house, while I did not want to leave the terrace.

Moments later, someone patted me on the shoulder from behind. I looked back. I saw Grandpa Zia smiling at me.

I immediately twisted my body and faced towards his grandfather Zia.

"Amira, why are you standing here? Don't you want to eat inside?" ask Grandpa Zia to me.

"My son is not inside. So I'll just wait here sir" I replied explaining.

I actually didn't want to go inside. It hurts me too much to see Mas Farhan's closeness to Zia.

Grandpa Zia looked at me fixedly.

"You are a good woman, Amira. You've allowed my grandson to marry your husband. And no woman in the world can accept her husband to marry again. But you are indeed a great woman, your patience is amazing" Zia's grandfather praised.

I smile.

"There is no prohibition for a man to have two or four wives. In the Qur'an, it is also explained clearly. A man may remarry and have two to four wives, provided he can be fair with his wives. And I hope my husband can be fair with me and Zia."

"Farhan is a good man. He also has good religious knowledge. If in my opinion, he would be fair to split the living for you and my granddaughter."

"Doain is best for us sir."

"Oh, of course I will wish you all the best. You are amazing Amira. I hope, after my grandson becomes Farhan's wife, Farhan and you can guide my grandson so that he can become a better person. I also hope that my granddaughter can have a noble heart like you Amira."

"God willing, sir."

In the midst of my conversation with his grandfather Zia, moments later, Mas Farhan approached me. He then looked at me.

"Amira, why are you still here, come on in!" bring Mas Farhan. He forced me to go inside the house.

"Yes Bi."

Mas Farhan took my hand and took me inside to blend in with the people inside the house.

I looked around. I can't see Zia inside.

"Where is Zia Bi?" I asked Mas Farhan.

"Zia's already in Mi's room. He said he was tired" replied Mas Farhan.

"Oh." I can only say 'oh ria.

I looked around again. Everyone seems to be eating. While I don't see mom here.

Maybe she's still in the kitchen. Because tonight, we're going to hold my husband's wedding ceremony. So mom must be bothered. While I can't help him because there is Fauzan who has been fussy since.

Mas Farhan and I sat down to mingle with the people. Actually, the mother only invited close relatives and close neighbors to attend this wedding. This marriage is also held in a closed manner.

"Umi, Abi knows that since this morning, Umi has not eaten. Abi get me rice, Umi" said Mas Farhan.

I just kept quiet. Don't want to talk too much with Mas Farhan.

Without thinking much, Mas Farhan then took the plate in front of him. After that he put rice and side dishes on the plate.

"This is for Umi. Umi has to eat a lot. Umi has a child who is still breastfeeding. It is not good if Umi often holds hunger. Poor Fauzannya."

I'm nodding. "Yes Bi."

"Here, Fauzan let's go with Abi."

Mas Farhan stretched out into his two hands. He then took Fauzan from my sling.

"Umi's. Why is diamin. Come dong at the meal, what would Abi bribe," said Mas Farhan volunteered to bribe me.

I quickly shook my head.

"No need Mas.I can eat alone," I said a little ketus.

I then quickly stuffed the rice and side dishes into my mouth. While Mas Farhan was still toying with Fauzan.

Mas Farhan suddenly got up from his seat. He took Fauzan in his trunk.

"Where are you taking Fauzan?" my many.

"I'm going to go to the room and see Zia."

I was shocked when I heard Mas Farhan's words. I got up from my seat and looked at Mas Farhan sharply.

"Mas Farhan, if you want to go to Zia's room do not bring Fauzan dong," I said.

"Why? you want to eat. Let's not bother. Anyway I also want to get close to Fauzan with Zia. Let Fauzan follow Zia. Zia is now also Laila and Fauzan's mother."

Zia has already captured my husband's heart, and I won't let him take my children's hearts, either.

"Here is the Fauzannya. I don't want to take Zia and you. You are newlyweds. Enjoy your togetherness. Please go to the room. Meet your new wife."

I then forcibly seized Fauzan from the hands of Mas Farhan. I don't want to bring my children closer to their stepmother.

Please, Zia take my husband's heart, but not my children's.

"Yes, I went to my room first, Amira. You just continue eating you."

"Yes. Please Mas."

Mas Farhan then left me. I sat down to continue eating.

"Mother Amira" said one of the women sitting near me.

I looked up at the woman and smiled.

"Kok Ma'am Amira allowed her husband to marry again? Amira is sincere ?" ask the woman.

I'm just smiling.

"Yes. I am sincere. And the woman my husband married also seemed like a good girl."

"Sir, I salute you as well, Amira. Rarely, there are women like Amira. If I were to be Ma'am Amira, I would rather divorce than honey. No dear Maak, how hurt this heart if various husbands with other women. Moreover, if the husband is more affectionate with his young wife."

"God willing my husband is not like that. He understands religion. He can't be fair with us."

"Yes. If that's what I know. Farhan has been a long time. He must have understood dong better, his religious knowledge."

"Yes. Doain, ma'am. Hope everything goes well."

"Yes. May Madam Amira always be given fortitude."

I then continued eating while holding Fauzan.

"Mbak Amira, it seems like Ms. Amira is very troubled. If you can, here is his son. I want to go with the car."

I smile.

"What is ngerepotin ma'am?"

"Oh, of course not."

The woman, took Fauzan from my lap and carried him. He then went out with Fauzan.