The Second Wife
Chapter 2

Fika's schoolhouse was already waiting in front of the gate. Dodi wants to go home together and ask to be taught specifically math lessons. Not long after, Dodi appears with Fiko.

" My brother went home first. My friend is already waiting in front." said Dodi while pointing at Fika who was waiting in front of the gate with her bicycle.

" That's your classmate?" ask Fiko while looking towards Fika.

" Yes my brother." answered Dodi while he was in the parking lot taking his bike.

"I'm coming!" scream Fiko.

"Sister Fiko why come, later if you pick up how mom?" said Dodi.

" Let's call Mami later if, I'm not riding a bike with you" said Fiko.

" This brother, he likes to interrupt my pleasure." said Dodi.

Finally, Dodi forced Fiko to join Fika's house.

" Have you been waiting for a long time?" ask Dodi.

" No! Come on, I'm learning njai in the afternoon" said Fika, swinging her bike.

Dodi followed behind Fika who was cycling ria. Fiko just silently watched the motion - giggling his sister who followed Fika on a bicycle.

" It's also far from your friend Di's house" said Fiko, who began to feel uncomfortable with his bonds.

" Because why my sister is also coming with me to play." said Dodi.

" Sister has to make sure who your friends are." replied Fiko's origin.

Not long after that Fika stopped at a small house that was very simple.

" Go in first, Dodi, and..."

" Brother Fiko!"sahut Dodi's.

" Yes, brother Fiko. Come inside!"

" He's my brother Fik" said Dodi.

" Oh yeah?" fiko Sahut.

" Oh there's Fika's friend! You guys have eaten yet? Fika! Take her friend's meal first." said Mother Fika.

Fiko and Dodi shook hands and kissed Fika's mother. Fika in the room is changing her school clothes.

" You guys have prayed yet? I pray first yeah!" fika said while giving two glasses of water to Fiko and Dodi.

Fiko and Dodi see each corner of Fika's house that is very different from the condition of the house that is super spacious and luxurious. Fiko's house with complete and modern furniture, very different from the contents of the furniture in Fika's house.

Not long after, Fika came out after performing the dhuhur prayer.

" I'm sorry! So wait. So what can I do for Dodi?" ask Fika while opening a math book.

" Oh, some of this is about Fik. I need the steps to make it easy to solve this problem next time." Dodi.

Fiko only noticed her sister who pretended to care about school lessons. Even though at home, it is very difficult if asked to learn.

" Oh this!" Sahut Fika while starting to provide easy steps to solve the problem that makes Dodi difficult to work on.

" Eh Fika! At the dinner first his friends" said Mother Fika.

" Yes Bun!" fika Sahut.

" How about lunch?" ask Fika.

" We ate in Fik's cafeteria" replied Dodi.

" But my mother told us to eat first" said Fika at last.

" Alright, if you force it." said Dodi.

Fiko who heard it shook his sister's head.

" Come brother! We'll eat first!" bring Fika.

The three of them sat down with a mat. In the middle of them were rice, tofu, soy sauce and salted fish. Fiko and Dodi looked at each other after looking at the menu in front of him.

" Why shut up? Come on eat!" said Fika while taking enough rice and side dishes.

" You guys don't want to eat?" asked Fika again while eating rice on her plate.

" We're full" said Dodi.

" Oh. Kirain you guys are not used to eating food like this" said Fika.

" We also often eat like this really" said Fiko while taking a little rice with the side dish and then started eating it.

Fika who noticed Fiko's attitude so smiled.

" I thought you guys weren't so excited about this kind of food" said Fika as she finished the rice on her plate with just one mouthful.

" I'm looking. Look at!" sahut Fiko while eating rice until it sticks his rice on the cheek.

Dodi noticed her brother's attitude so laughed.

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That morning, as usual Fika delivered cakes in several stalls. With her junior high school uniform, Fika is passionate about cycling. The LKS money promised by the mother has not been given by her. The reason, his father's income is uncertain. After being laid off from his job, Fika's father became a motorcycle taxi driver. Income that can be per day, not necessarily able to meet the needs of the day - a day that starts high.

The mother must help ease the burden of her father to meet all the needs of his children. The results of the sale of cakes, every day is not sure to sell out. Fika who began to understand her parents who were not from an established family, was not much demanding.

From home, Fika has brought provisions and some cakes prepared by her mother to go to school. Until at school, Fika does not need to snack anymore.

After the Fika dhuha prayer, choose to sit in the mosque while reading a book. As it is today, in this school mosque if the morning feels lonely. Children all flocked to storm the snack menu sold in the school cafeteria. Interest in Dhuha prayers, lose with hungry stomach of children.

"Not to Fika's canteen?" ask BP's mother who came to surprise Fika.

" Uh? No Ma! Breakfast at home." replied Fika.

" Oh yeah? Praying first, huh?" said BP's mother whose name is Maryam's mother.

Maryam's mother was well known for being religious and diligent in the Muslim faith. Almost every day, Fika always met Maryam's mother. Maryam's mother, kind, gentle, attentive with her disciples and many names - the names of some of her disciples in her memory.

" Fika! Fika! Fick!" call someone outside the mushola. The voice was no stranger to Fika. Fika turned her head and approached the voice that was calling her. She is Fiko, the older sister and her older brother Dodi.

" Why brother?" ask Fika when she is close to Fiko.

" See Dodi no?" ask Fiko.

" So, I saw class time. This break doesn't know me brother. Probably still in the cafeteria."

" Eh yeah yeah!" suhut Fiko while scratching - scratching his head that does not itch.

" What's up, brother?" ask Fika.

" Yuk! Help me find Dodi!" bring Fiko.

Fika finally died of the mushola and walked along with Fiko.

" She usually likes to be with Tio, and the King when going to the cafeteria." Fika said.

" Oh yeah? Usually buy what snacks?" ask Fiko.

" Oh I don't know brother. I rarely go to this school cafeteria." Fika told me.

" Oh so. You like no grilled meatballs?" ask Fiko.

" Likes!" answer Fika briefly.

" Let's just get some grilled meatballs!" said Fiko.

Fiko and Fika walked together to a place that sold grilled meatballs with super delicious peanut spices. Usually children are very interested in this snack. Sure enough, in the section that sells grilled meatballs, children are still waiting for their orders.

" A lot of sisters!" said Fika.

" It's okay - what. We just wait." said Fiko while ordering twenty stitches of grilled meatballs for Fika and himself.

" A lot of messages, brother?" ask Fika.

" For you too!" replied Fiko who was sitting waiting for her meatballs to burn.

" Dodi!" fika shouted which made Fiko who was sitting next to her.

Dodi who felt called came to Fika. Together with his friends Tio and Raja, Dodi walks to Fika and Fiko's seat.

" Sister Fiko is looking for you!" fika said after Dodi and friends began to get close to Fika.

" oh? What's up, Mas Fiko?" ask Dodi.

" Nothing! Who's looking for you" said Fiko.

" Lho? Wasn't brother looking for Dodi?" ask Fika.

" That was! Now I've met change my mind" said Fiko reasoned.

" Bang Fiko! Mode only!" sahut Dodi.

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The Israeli mi'raj event at the school will be held. One week earlier the school held various races. Among them are MTQ competitions, adhan, and prayer. Fika has been enlisted by her class leader to represent her class in the MTQ race. Fika could not resist with the decision of all her friends who appointed her to represent her class. Finally, Fika has started busy practicing the letter he will read at the race later.

Fika this afternoon came to the teacher to teach her earlier than usual. Fika complained that she would take part in an MTQ race at her school. After the study was completed, Fika began to learn to teach which will be displayed later in the race event. Techniques - MTQ techniques have begun to be mastered. Tones from low to high sound began to be learned. The game of breath in taking the recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an was also trained. Now there is maturity and mental readiness that must be prepared carefully for itself.

Now comes the day he was waiting for. His heart started pounding following the school-level MTQ race. His name has not been named by the MC officer. Fika's worries began to grow, when he had to appear on the podium with several classmates, various classes and upperclassmen. All eyes will be on him when he is on the podium.

It looks like Fiko also watched the MTQ race. All the students purposely gathered to watch the race. One by one the names have been called and advanced on the podium. Fika's heart began to disorganize as grogginess began to envelop. Suddenly his eyes met Fiko's eyes. Fiko threw her smile at Fika.

" Did Fiko also enter the MTQ race as well?" ask Fika in your heart.

Now it's Fika's name turn to be called. His heart was beating faster than usual. With determination and unanimous will, Fika finally ventured forward in front and sat on the podium. The scriptures that Fika gave the cover to him he opened slowly. Fika sought a letter describing the journey of the great prophet Muhammad Saw in getting the order of prayer. Surat Al-Isra' is now in the chanting slowly by Fika. With a breath that he set in such a way, thus producing a long and shrill sound. Students - students who hear become creepy on him. Fika is so good at playing songs on the letter. As a result that sounded to make some eyes amazed at the appearance of Fika in front of the podium. Verse by verse one by one Fika read melodiously. His breath is regularly recited every - every letter long and short in the verse. Finally Fika could finish her task in front of that podium. With her heart starting to return to normal, Fika returned to her seat. Watching students - Students who have not yet got a turn forward.

Fika looked back at Fiko. Fiko was still in her seat observing herself who was already performing in front. Fiko's thumbs up gave an assessment to him, that he was great to have achieved maximum results. That, according to Fiko, may be different from the judgments of some of the judges in charge.

After a while, the MTQ race was over. The winner's announcement will be read during Miraj's Islamic studies event at school one week ahead.

Students begin to re-enter each class. Fika is also like that.

" Mah!" call someone familiar in his ear.

" You're cool Fika! I heard the voice of the Koriah You shuddered and shuddered made. You must have won the race this time." said Fiko.

" Mas Fiko was too complimentary! The others are also good - great!" fika Sahut.

" If I were the judge, I'd make you the other champion" Fiko said.

" Uh? Thanks mas!" said Fika while blushing.

"I'm in class first!" added Fika while running small into her class.

Some children immediately cheered and cie-cie because Fika was caught walking alone with Fiko. Fika who heard the cheers of her friends just kept quiet and became a crimson red from embarrassment.