The Second Wife
Chapter 3

Miraj's study has begun. Students began to gather in a fairly spacious school hall. One by one the arrangement of events has been read. Until finally, at the event the announcement of the winner in the race welcomed Israel'Miraj. The race announcement was read. Until finally the name Fika was called as the winner of the first champion of MTQ princess. Calmly, Fika stepped forward and on the stage. All eyes were on Fika. Hownot? Fika is a freshman first grade junior who can beat her upperclassmen in the female MTQ champion at her school.

Some people had already advanced ahead to receive gifts and charters from the school. Congratulations and photos along with the principal and teacher ended up being a wonderful moment for Fika at that time.

Thankful that Fika can become the first champion in this race. This was the beginning of Fika being a student who was known at that school.

Fika returned to her seat. Congratulations to some friends who knew him. Finally, Nam Fika was called again to bring the holy verses of the Qur'an in front of the podium. There was shock because it was so sudden and arrived - arriving unannounced. Finally, with courage and determination, Fika came back to the front and on the stage reciting the holy verse of the Quran he had read during the race.

Fika's voice was loud and very melodious. Instantly the whole hall was silent to the recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an that Fika read. His shrill voice gave goosebumps and quivered when he heard the voice of the Koriah.

Fiko stared far ahead without blinking. Seeing Fika's performance on stage. Heart's shaking. His admiration is increasing from the figure of Fika. Fika is now the center of attention at the school.

When finished with his job. Fika returned to her seat. Taking a deep breath because his heart was beating so many times. But it's all been run. Now Fika can relax again. Following the study welcomed Israel'Miraj at his school.

" Fika! After this I play to your house huh?" said Anis who was sitting next to Fika.

" Have you come home soon?" ask Fika.

" That's it! After the lecture is over, definitely go home!" anis.

" May I play at my house. But my house isn't as good as yours!" the word Fika began to compare his condition with Anis.

" I didn't see it all Ka! I love playing in your house. Your house is quiet!" anis.

" Oh so yeah!" fika Sahut.

" Later we will make a fruit!" bring Anis.

" Can! But my money is only two thousand Nis!" said Fika while looking down embarrassed.

" Don't worry! I'll buy all the ingredients!" anis said at last.

" Oh, thank you Anis!" fika smiled.

" I'll get the others to play in your house, let it be crowded!" anis said with a smile.

" That's all you can! But my house isn't as good as yours!" fika started to mind.

" Ah you! Its alright. Don't be shy. Uh I'll take Mas Fiko!" said Anis who surprised Fika.

" Why should I take her?" ask Fika.

" Because be silent Mas Fiko likes you! She sends me a greeting." Anis said with a teasing smile.

" Eh???" Fika started to blush in embarrassment.

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Returning from the study of Israel'Miraj, Fika, Anis and others began to gather at Fika's house. On the way, Anis has bought several types of fruits for the celebration. Anis, Mita, Lisa is very excited to Fika's house. Because the group of upperclassmen such as Fiko and his entourage joined Fika's house.

Fiko, Didik, Rudi and Rahmat by riding a motorcycle to Fika's house.

They ended up gathered in a very - very simple house. Fika began to roll out mats under a fairly shady guava tree. The fruits have begun to be peeled by Anis. Mita makes sambel rujak super pedes. Fika prepared a cold drink.

" Please! Her rojak can be eaten right away!" said Anis.

" Have you all had lunch?" fiko asked as she glanced at Fika who was busy pouring cold drinks.

" Eh?? Haven't he?" answer Mitta.

" I'll buy you all something!" said Fiko.

" Uh? You all haven't eaten yet? I'll see inside first. Kira - I guess you can all eat at my house" said Fika who looked at Fiko.

Fika went into her house. Fiko follows Fika who begins to worry that her mother is not preparing food for this afternoon.

Fika opens the hood of the serving on the table. Sure enough, there is only sambal and tempe fried.

" Mah!" Call Fiko.

" Eh yes!" fika Sahut.

" Don't be too forced by our arrival. Let's go out for lunch for them." take Fiko.

" But I don't have any money!" fika Sahut.

" I'll pay Fika!" Fiko.

" Come!" take Fiko again while pulling Fika's hand.

" Eh???" Fika was surprised not to play.

" Yes! Don't pull my hand! I'm ashamed!" said Fika who started to blush her face.

" Eh yes! Sorry!" fiko Sahut.

" Come on up!" bring Fiko.

" Where are you going?" scream Nisa.

" We're looking for some packaged rice for all of you!" fiko replied shouting.

" Hand hold on!" fiko said slowly to Fika.

" You must not be afraid! I won't take you far!" said Fiko who began to guess Fika who was groggy behind her back.

Fika's hand held a bit of Fiko's shirt on her waist. Fiko started jahil. He deliberately pushed the brakes suddenly so that Fika would hold on more firmly.

" Ehhh???" yelled Fika who was restrained.

Spontaneous hand so held firmly to Fiko's stomach. Silence - silent Fiko smiled amusedly.

" Are you okay, Fika?" ask Fiko.

" It's okay! Sorry yes!" fiko Sahut.

" I told you, didn't I? A strong grip!" said Fiko.

" Yes! It's already a handle!" said Fika who started holding on to the iron back.

" What are you holding?" ask Fiko.

" In the iron back seat!" answer Fika.

" Where are your hands?" said Fiko.

Fika started giving her hands. And the hand was finally grabbed by Fiko and looped around her waist.

" Hand in here, yeah!" fiko was happy.

" But! Later on look at people! I'm ashamed of Fiko!" said Fika.

" Why be ashamed? Later if it falls, I also bother." said Fiko.

" Yes!" fika Sahut.

" Now we just buy rice Padang yah!" fiko said and stopped the bike.

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The commemoration of the Israeli mi'raj is still held in various schools and also in villages. This time, Fika was practicing reading poetry. Because, at the sub-district level will hold a poetry race at the teenage and adult levels. Fika does not want to miss the race this time. Fika had to mentally train her to get used to being in front of the stage and being seen by many people.

In the afternoon at three o'clock, Fika will follow the race. The venue of the race was held in the district. The distance between home and office is quite far.

Fika was well dressed. In front of her house was waiting for Fiko who was neat with her t-shirt and jeans. Fiko sat in front of the porch of Fika's house. In his hand was a package, like his food.

Fika started walking towards Fiko who was still sitting quietly in a wooden chair on the terrace of Fika's house.

" I'm sorry, I've been waiting a long time. I didn't know you were coming home. Anyway I'll take the race. So I have to go." Fika's story is long times wide times high equal to the rectangular area formula.

" I know! I'll drop you off at the race." said Fiko with a smile.

" You're in the race too?" ask Fika wonder.

" No! I'll see in the announcement. I'm not good at reading poetry." said Fiko.

" Oh!" sahut Fika with his mouth forward half a cent.

" This is for you! It was auntie making it at home" said Fiko while giving her the plastic bag she was carrying.

" Oh what is this?" tanya Fika started peeking at the plastic bag.

" Just open it! And don't forget to spend!" said Fiko himself.

" Oh gado - gado! Thank you very much dad!" said Fika cheerful.

" Oh yes, I have to go now. The fear of the event will soon start." said Fika while putting the package of food brought by Fiko.

" All right! Just bring the food. You must not have eaten, right? If it is not quickly eaten, it is not delicious gado - gadonya." said Fiko.

" All right!" sahut Fika according to what Fiko said.

Fiko walked up to her bike. The bike was parked under a mango tree. Fiko smiled at Fika.

" We ride this, it's okay, isn't it?" ask Fiko with a smile.

" Bye! What if I also bring my own bike?" ask Fika to offer herself.

" Don't you like having a bike with me?" ask Fiko again.

" No! It's not! I'm still ashamed to have a conversation with you. We were kids. It's not good to see people shaking bicycles." said honestly Fika.

" Hehe. So yeah. Alright!" fiko said at last.

Arrived at the District Office. Fika and Fiko parked their bike under an acacia tree. In that place, there are already many people crowded to see the poetry reading race. Participants who follow her sit in a folding chair that has been prepared by the committee.

Fika's heart started to become irregular. He began to feel groggy. Fika waited for her name to be called forward to read her poem. Fiko who saw Fika's facial expression gave advice.

" Let's calm, Fika! Let's just say no one sees you reading a poem" Fiko said with a smile.

" Where can that be!" sahut Fika smiled knot.

" Hehe. Yes already! You just read a poem that in a weightless race must be a champion. How's it?" said Fika.

" That's more true!" fika said while taking a deep breath.