The Crown
Tamu

"Where is this stored, Non?"

"After there. That, Mas please the fruit is arranged neatly, yes. Same thing too, her milk hasn't come yet?"

"Away on the way, Non."

"okay."

The rush to welcome guests I have felt since morning. The chef at home couldn't take care of everything myself, which is why I ordered some kind of food from outside.

"Dek, maybe tomorrow the guest is not only Khadija doang who came. Their families also have some who want to come," said Fateeh before I went into the room.

"Please, Brother. I'll take care of everything tomorrow morning. Don't worry brother."

"Thanks, yes." There was a glint of haru's eyes and also pride in Fateeh's eyes when he looked at me.

Yes, since Mama left, and Mbok Darmi returned home, all the necessities in this house I arranged. I'm the only family member to be a surrogate mother here.

In our house was a small hall on the side of the house. It is usually worn for a Thanksgiving or any event. Now, we welcome guests to do there. No need to decorate because the building is already beautiful without any decorations.

It's five in the afternoon. Everything is ready without anything less.

"Papa, are the clothes ready? Here I choose." I'm starting to see Papa's clothes on this walk closet. I prefer a batik outfit over a tuxedo suit. It looks more relaxed and friendly. After finishing preparing Papa's clothes, I went to the children's room, helped by the sisters I dressed them.

"Darling, haven't you?" Arzhan followed me to the children's room.

I smiled then immediately returned to my room to help her get dressed.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear batik?"

"I'm afraid to look old in your eyes."

"Age is not something that can make me not love you, Mas."

Arzhan hugged me, "I see you're busy from the morning. Tired?"

I shook my head.

"Dad!" Fateeh knocked on our room, without any welcome he barged in.

"Pull it off!"

"Sorry, Brother. Dek, do you think I'm wearing this shirt or this?"

He brought three clothes stels to my room.

"Sir, just wear the clothes Khadijah likes."

Fateeh seemed to think.

"All right." He went back to his room.

Preparing everything from food, children, husband, Papa, now it's my turn to clean up. After the magrib prayer, I just dressed thinly so as not to look pale and dull.

My family and I waited while checking the food again, afraid that something might be forgotten.

"Lu want to fuck?"

I who was checking the food immediately turned to Arzhan's voice. There I also saw Fateeh in black pants and a long-sleeved white cocoa shirt.

Is that the dress Khadijah likes? What exactly is that woman?

"Sister." I waved at Fateeh.

"What's wrong?"

"Gupper again, deh. Is there anything less? Does this not embarrass you? Less fancy or less."

Fateeh instead of answering hugged me.

"What's wrong?"

"Gue is sad. You're so big, you're an adult. Sometimes I miss we've been kayak."

The taste of the haru was gushing in the chest. Right, it's been a while since we've behaved like Tom and Jerry again.

A lot of things happened, a lot of suffering we went through, and a lot of trials to deal with slowly made things change.

"Non, the guest has arrived." Mr. Raga told me. We immediately let go of each other's embrace.

"Accoland ...." A man who seemed to be a long way above Papa greeted. Papa immediately welcomed his hand.

With laughter and joy, you let them come in and sit in a chair that has been prepared.

Pleasant chats and also introductions between families, after which we all took food. Everyone went to the food as they wanted.

Khadijah, it turns out she is a Muslim woman with a dress and hijab all wide. The parasites were very pretty, her skin was reddish white. Her eyes are beautiful with a tiny mouth. It's just that he's taller than me.

Fateeh, Papa and the female father were busy chatting, while Khadijah was joking with Sakya and Chana.

Thank goodness the kids loved Khadijah.

I saw a tall woman in covered clothes but not wearing a hijab, approaching Khadijah and the children.

At first he looked kind and polite greeting my children, but I heard a speech that was not pleasant to hear.

"Your parents just got married, why are you guys so big, yeah. Must have used a good fertilizer," he asked cynically.

The heat of this chest, I stepped up to reprimand the woman, but she fell to the floor.

"Take care of your mouth when you talk to kids, Mba!"

Alea? what the hell is he doing here?

Arzhan and I stared at each other, we walked together towards the commotion.

Sister and Mr. Raga immediately took the children away.

"Bad!" The woman stood up to slap Alea, but was immediately blocked by Arzhan.

"Surge! It's rude of him to push me to the floor."

The woman tried to get close to Alea but always failed because Alea was hiding behind Arzhan.

"Don't touch my wife!"

Arzhan's shout made everyone speechless. Me included. I don't know what it's called, it's just that my chest is claustrophobic about it.

O Allah, forgive me.

"Wife? Loh, not...." The woman looked at me.

Alea walked up and stood in front of Arzhan, he no longer hid behind my husband's back.

"I'm the first daughter-in-law in this house. I'm Arzhan's legal wife." Alea proudly introduced herself.

The woman laughed.

"I mean... Arzhan has two wives? And his young wife is pregnant, is that it?"

"I'm his first wife as long as you know."

The woman looked astonished.

Some people seem to talk while occasionally glancing at me. That look was really uncomfortable and made me want to disappear from this earth.

"Wait, briefly. Arzhan's the family's first child isn't he? And so on," the other woman pointed to me. "isn't that the stepdaughter of this family? What does it mean they got married? Brother sister married?"

That question always worked me down.

Fateeh. He knows I'm weak when it comes to kids and my relationship with Arzhan.

"Please, we're here to get acquainted. After all, why did his Mba appear all of a sudden. Wasn't that not here?" ask someone who is none other than Khadijah's aunt.

Long silence, busy with thoughts and judgments.

"Come, we're out of here." Arzhan embraced Alea and left the hall.

Pain but not bleeding. My heart always felt sore to see them, when it shouldn't have happened. After all, Alea had been in a relationship with Arzhan. Now he is his wife.

"Dec, you're patient." Fateeh embraced and hugged me to calm down.

"Mas, sorry. You should not make physical contact. After all, you guys are not real sodara. Not muhrim" Khadijah said.

I only smiled when I saw Fateeh's face.

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