I Was the Second
Tiga

That night at the residence of Rayhan and Alfina...

Both of them had prepared in the bed, as usual, Alfina slept on Rayhan's left arm. They chatted to and fro. To a serious conversation about their home.

"Mas, a few months ago I asked permission to marry again, is there a candidate?" ask Alfina.

"You didn't take it seriously, yes I don't want to, I'm afraid to hurt you" Rayhan replied.

"But I have a candidate for Mas, make it your second wife" said Alfina.

"Canty isn't?" rayhan asked in response to Alfina's statement with a joke.

"Beauty, young again" said Alfina.

"Zaujati. lied even if it's just a joke it can't be dear," Rayhan still thought that Alfina was joking.

"I'm serious, Mom,"

"Are you really ready? Sharing your husband with your little sister,"

"Ready ready Mas, but I feel moved to help him, let alone his child is small, need a friend to talk about everything, like we are today," said Alfina.

"Well, are you a kid? She's divorced from her husband?" ask Rayhan.

"Yes, her son is only six years old, her husband is dead" Alfina replied. Rayhan was silent for a moment, also moved his heart, wanted to love the orphan, but was still afraid of hurting Alfina and his second wife later, his children how they would accept his decision or not.

"Where are we?" ask Alfina.

"I also want to love and care for the child, but what about our children? Can you accept if they have a half-brother?" Rayhan.

"Tomorrow Khadijah holiday cottage, we talk with him and his sisters,"

"Why do you suddenly want me to get married again?" ask Rayhan.

"Mas also knows that polygamy is not the goal, but the solution, by marrying a widow, Mas has the opportunity to care for orphans, we can also practice patience, and we can practice patience, and increasingly realize that all we have is God's, let alone husband, our own body is only lent by God" said Alfina. Rayhan kissed Alfina.

"God, how can you be like that, dear?"

"Allah the Almighty is turning the hearts of men Mas, eh raining very yes," said Alfina who looked at the large glass window on her side.

"Yes dear, very sad, may all be in the protection of God" said Rayhan also.

"Oh yeah, who do you want to make your little brother?" ask Rayhan.

"His mother was Maryam, a friend of Solomon's," said Alfina.

"Huh... who was? Why is he?" ask Rayhan.

"Yes, I've entered the criteria, and hopefully he wants, because I haven't asked him, either,"

"Lha he does not necessarily want to have been offered to me Dek," said Rayhan.

"Yes, if you ask Dek Zia first, Zia's deck wants to, uh Mas Rayhan does not want, it's so the children do not want to nerima, it's kasian danya, that's why, I want to ask Mas Rayhan first, if yes, I ask the children, if yes, just asked Dek Zia," said Alfina.

"Oh Zia her name" said Rayhan.

"Cie...Uda fell in love Mas hear her name," seduced Alfina.

"Oh, you love me no, I'm even so rich,"

"Hey love, love for God, if love doesn't become four children? Hahaha," kekeh Alfina.

"I thought first" replied Rayhan.

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The next day as usual, Rayhan and Alfina left for the shophouse with Aisyah, Sulaiman, and Fatimah who left for school as well.

Alfina checks her phone and sees wa from the Kindergarten class group, it turns out that there is Zia who asked permission for Maryam who did not enter the school because her house was flooded.

"Subhanallah." said Alfina after learning that Zia and Maryam's house was flooded.

"Why baby?" ask Rayhan.

"The house of Deck Zia was flooded, running out between our children to there yuk Mas," Alfina pinta.

"Well" said Rayhan. Actually Rayhan is still reluctant to meet Zia, because he knows Zia is very liked by Alfina even wants to be made a honey sister, afraid Rayhan feels something that has not been allowed before the marriage bond. But back again, this is because Zia got the disaster of her house flooded, so she agreed to come to Zia and her son.

After dropping Ayesha and Sulaiman at school. Rayhan takes his car to the housing where Zia's contract is located. From the residential highway they can not enter anymore because many aid cars also arrive.

"It looks like we have to go down Deck" said Rayhan.

"Yes ga papa," Alfina went down to hold the youngest Fatimah who was less than three years old.

"I'm the fatimah Dek, you walk carefully the slippery path" said Rayhan who took Fatimah from Alfina's embrace.

Along the way, they saw victims cleaning their homes from the mud left over overnight. The flood was not too severe because the water was not too high and last night had receded, but enough to make the house dirty. And it's hard to clean it.

In front of Zia's house, Zia is spraying the terrace floor using a water hose, and Maryam holds the back of her dress, follows wherever Zia steps, and somewhat complicates Zia's movements.

"Assalamualaikum," said Alfina. Zia turned to the source of the voice, and she was surprised that Alfina and her husband had come.

"Waalaikumussalam, Mba, Mba Al," said Zia until she was speechless.

"Where's your house?" tanya Al approached Zia, and Rayhan stood some distance away from there holding Fatimah.

"Alhamdulillah is quite clean, but yes it still needs to dry wet things" said Zia.

"Well, how come we're here?" ask Zia.

"Yes, just opened a chat in the TK class group, continued directly here after between Aisyah and Sulaiman," replied Alfina.

"You and Maryam ain't papa?" ask Alfina. Zia shook her head but broke her tears after being asked by Alfina, Alfina hugged Zia and patted her back softly. It looks like this is all so heavy for Zia, it would be easier to get through if there was a man in her family. And more steady for Al to make Zia as his honeymoon sister. Rayhan saw her and was moved to marry Zia.

"Umma, eat.. Maryam laper," whining Maryam still clinging to her mother's robe.

"Yes, a moment baby, Umma wants to hang up the mattress as clean as your uniform first, so that tomorrow can go to school again," said Zia persuaded her son.

Alfina who heard and saw the conversation of the mother and child so filled her heart.

"Maryam hungry?" ask Alfina. Maryam nodded.

"Would you eat with Sulaiman's brother and Fatimah's sister?" ask Alfina again. The little girl thought and looked at Rahyan and Fatimah. Then nod.

"Okay, Dek Zia, let Maryam eat with Rayhan ya I help you clean up,"