Sincerity Love Tone
KCN~ CHAPTER 2

Marrying a loved one is the dream of every woman, let alone living a happy life living a harmonious household full of love and affection.

However, all those sentences are far from what Nada lived in living her household with Farhan until it was not felt that one month had passed.

Nothing had changed for Farhan, despite sleeping on the same bed but until now Farhan had still maintained himself not to touch the tone that had clearly been memorized for him. His attitude was so cold to Nada, invited his wife to speak if there was only something important. The rest is Nada who always invites her husband to talk and only answered with short sentences such as 'yes' and 'no'.

"Tone, tomorrow Kania will come home from abroad," said Farhan without turning his gaze from his cellphone screen.

The tone that was serving food on her husband's plate smiled faintly, but her heart felt stifled. "Mas, we eat first, we talk later." His word.

Farhan nodded slowly, he put down his phone and grabbed the plate that had been filled with food in front of him. He enjoys the mouthfuls that go into his mouth, if he can be honest he will miss Nada's cooking later after they separated and married Kania.

On his left side, Nada started eating in silence. Unlike usual who would occasionally invite Farhan to talk in any case to attract the attention of her husband. However, today he did not do it, his heart and mind seemed to be out of line. The focus continues to be on Kania, her husband's lover will return, and that means her role as Farhan's wife will also end.

"Mas, I think I changed my mind." Said Nada, shortly after gulping water three times. This morning he ate only a little because he suddenly lost his appetite.

"Change your mind, what does that mean?" Ask Farhan.

"Mas, I don't want us to be apart. Let me remain Mas Farhan's wife, just like Kania."

"You mean, you're receiving polygamy?"

Nada nods.

"No Tone, I can't do that. Kania will definitely not want to be a second wife and I also do not want if Kania to cancel our wedding plans, just because of you."

Tone was silent for a moment...

"Alright, if that's the case then don't say anything to Kania. Since childhood we both grew up together, we are Brother and Sister so let Kania think that I am Mas Farhan's Sister." Said Nada, even though his heart is really bitter, but he still tried to look tough.

"But that's impossible, Nada. How can I divide my time, while Kania won't know if you're my wife, either. Don't put me in a difficult position."

"I will not ask Mas Farhan to be fair in dividing time, although in polygamy fair is the main thing. After all, have we been carrying out our duties as a Husband and Wife for one month? No, Mas. Hasn't Mas Farhan been unfair to me since the beginning."

Farhan let out a heavy sigh, it was indeed his fault that had brought Nada into this marriage relationship, but he had already offered a farewell but Nada herself did not want to part.

"Alright if it's what you want, but never blame me if you feel hurt by the injustice you're about to get. You also have to explain to Mama because you don't want to part. And one more thing, once Kania and I get married, we'll stay here and you'll have to move into Mama's house. We'll only meet if Kania and I go to Mama's house, and we'll greet each other as brothers in front of Kania, you know!"

"Yes, Mum." Reply Nada while nodding slowly. If asked how he felt, it hurt. However, it was he himself who had decided to hold on.

Let the people consider themselves fools by remaining on the side of Farhan who had clearly built a wall on the day of their marriage. For him, what he does is his form of service as a wife and the sincerity of his love for the husband.

A moment of silence took over. Neither Farhan nor Nada spoke, both dissolved in their minds.

Nada reopened her voice.

"Mas, it's almost seven o'clock. We have to go to work." Nada rushed to tidy up her food marks and the husband did not forget she prepared provisions for her husband.

In the courtyard of the house, Nada kissed the back of her husband's hand with reverence, while Farhan just flinch without retaliating just rubbing the tops of his wife's head.

Smiling bitter tone. Once he wished Farhan to kiss his forehead like most married couples do, but unfortunately it was only in his imagination.

"Be careful on the road, Mas." Said Nada while giving her husband provisions.

"You too" replied Farhan indifferently. After getting into the car he immediately drove his car to a company where he served as manager.

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The day is up, the lesson time is over. On the doorstep of the class, Nada stands to pass one by one of her students out of the class to get to the last student who is deliberately always standing in the back row.

"Tante Nada, Key hitchhiking again huh?" said the nine-year-old girl while blinking her eyes.

"Ready look." Tone pinched with an anxious nose of the girl. Keysha Atalia was the son of Farhan's older cousin. His mother died three years ago in an accident after taking Key to school. And since Key's mother was not there, Nada was the one who always drove his nephew and pupil home from school.

"Tante, but this time Key's anterin to the restaurant aja yes, Key want memenin Daddy work until home."

Tone nodded enthusiastically, then he clasped Key's hand towards the parking lot.

Along the way, Key always notices Nada through the rearview mirror. Nada who realized it smiled at Key who was her piggyback.

"Why does Key keep seeing Aunt?"

"It's okay, Key misses Mother. Aunty Nada is exactly like Mommy, it's beautiful Solehah again."

Nada only responded with a smile, not once did Key say this to her. After fifteen motor drives Nada has been parked in the restaurant's courtyard.

"Dad," cried Key as he got off the bike.

The man the father shouted at turned his attention to the origin of the familiar voice in his ears, smiling to see his daughter waving.

Alfan's name, Farhan's older cousin, was two years older than Farhan. A one-child widower who becomes the idol of the female servants in his restaurant. Alfan said goodbye to his interlocutor and then swung a step toward his daughter who greeted him with a smile.

"Kok tumben stopped by the restaurant? Usually directly usherin home with Aunt Nada." Said Alfan, glancing at the fleeting Tone standing beside his daughter.

"Key wants memenin Daddy to work while taking care of the father of the flirtatious Auntie." Key pointed at some of the waiters who happened to pass by. Once Key visited a restaurant with his grandmother, he heard some of the waiters talking about his handsome father and wanting to replace his dead wife. And Key did not want his mother to be replaced with a woman who was very much different from the figure of his mother who had a high religious understanding.

"There are you, Key." Alfan ruffled his daughter's hair in a fit of anxiety.

"Well, Key's hungry to eat yuk, take Aunt Nada with you too."

"Em, Key I'm sorry Aunt can't do it now, next time." Tone.

Key was disappointed. "Yes, but next time we'll have a meal with Auntie?"

"In Sha Allah, Aunty and Om Farhan will also."

Key just nodded slowly.

Nada said goodbye to the father and son.

Under the scorching sun, Nada launched her motorbike at a moderate speed, the goal is not to go home but to go to her mother-in-law's house.

As Farhan said, he who does not want to be separated will explain to his mother-in-law about her husband who will marry again.