Marrying a Crazy Man
Little Firo

Firo Dirgantara Mulya, a man who is considered crazy by his family and in a foreign place in a room that is located far apart from his home for many years.

Firo is 27 years old, for years he had to survive in a family environment that had hurt him from childhood.

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Little firo, little firo,

That day where Firo was first brought by Mr. Bram to his house, with a feeling of pleasure Firo in his father's carrying. Fira walked next to him. Firo is very happy, he thought in that house he would find new happiness.

"Whose Daddy is home..? the house is very big," asked little Firo.

"Son, this is Daddy's house. Later Firo will live here," said Mr. Bram his father.

Firo who was just entering the house immediately amazed because the house was like a palace for him is very large and magnificent in contrast to his house that used to be occupied with his mother.

Then from above came a young mother of her mother's age.The look on her face signifies like she does not like them.

Mr. Bram clasped Fira's hand.

"Mam, meet her, Fira, my wife too" said Mr. Bram, not sounding surprised by the two women in front of him.

Mrs Stella knew Mr. Bram had a wife other than her just a week before they were married. Mr. Bram loved Fira very much and they decided to marry secretly because they did not agree, but because of the match between his parents, Mr. Bram eventually also married Mrs Stella.

They both know it.

"Include my name Fira."

Fira woman with long hair, feminine and very motherly nature, stretching out her hands to shake hands with her husband's wife. Fira actually does not want to be in one house with his honey but because of Fira's weak and often sick conditions forced Mr. Bram to bring his son and wife to his house to live together.

"Ohh so this is the woman you've been hiding" said Ms. Stella, "I think she's prettier than me, knowing she's just a village girl"

Stella's words made Fira's heart as sliced, Fira tried to be patient because she knew the risks of staying in her honey.

"Don't expect you to be well received here!" said Mrs Stella hit the back of Fira's hand that reached out to her.

"I hope you can accept each other" Mr. Bram then took Fira and Firo who were still in the carrying room to his room.

Mrs Stella only saw her as cynical as her husband took the other wife to his room.

Mr. Bram knew it was impossible for him to take his two wives to bed in the room, and he took Fira to the other room. Firo.

"Whose daddy was it?" ask Firo plain.

"So was your mother, son! you should respect her like your mother."

Mr. Bram spoke in a squatting position parallel to Firo's body.

"Belalti Filo will have mother 2 huh daddy?" Firo gleeful.

"The one mother Filo is happy especially if two, Asiiikkk....Filo has two mothers, "Firo is excited not to understand the truth.

Fira was only speechless seeing Firo's reaction.

"Well, I shouldn't have stayed here, I don't think Stella likes me" Fira told her husband.

"Darling you have to get used to living here. Stella is actually good, there is a mas here anyway," said Mr. Bram reassured.

Fira is still silent, hopefully according to her husband's decision to live with his honeymoon is right.

Fira tidied up the clothes in the suitcase she had brought from home to her closet. While Firo is playing his new car.

Firo was happy because the house had so many toys. Firo's vision was fixed on a large car of new toys parked outside near his room.

"Wooow the car is gone, it can be climbed here" Firo picked up the toy and started playing it.

"Ngeeeeengggd.. " The sound of Firo's mouth mimicked the sound of a moving car.

The car was speeding through room by room.

Firo accidentally hits the body of a boy his age.

"Auuu.. " The boy shouted.

Firo got off that little car.

the two of them stood face to face. They are both about 5 years old.

"You who? why are you riding in my car?" ask the boy.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was your car. I'm sorry that I stabbed you, too" Firo replied.

"My name is Filo." Firo who could not yet call out the letter "R" extended his hand an apology sign.

"You're not papa? Were you sick I was tablak?" ask Firo again.

"Sakiits! ahh no, I'm a boy! Introduce my name to Shaka, " said shaka while covering up her pain. Shaka from small always felt strong.

Then they shake hands with each other.

"It seems like I just saw you," asked little Shaka.

"You don't want to be my friend? Later I will pinjemin my toy to you," Shaka cried while showing his pinky a sign of friendship.

Firo nodded.

Firo hooks his pinky with Shaka's pinky so that it blends together. They smiled at each other as if they were happy to make a new friend.