We are Not Honey
Chapter 26. Plan

Such a beautiful afternoon. After the Ashar prayer, Zahra sat on the front porch looking at the shady trees that became coolers in the orphanage. Every now and then, his gaze was fixed on two account books with a fantastic balance for a woman like himself, complete with two ATMs plus one credit card. Either it was her mother-in-law or Riyan who put this in her suitcase.

His brain was filled with many questions, however, he was so reluctant to ask this to his mother-in-law even if only by phone. I don't know, I don't want to forget that family. It just wants to really get everything back to where it was before it was present between the relationship of Riyan and Meisya.

A month had passed after Riyan's departure. Not only this time he stared at the account book in his name after the prayer. Trying to find a way for something that was not hers to return to the Riyan family, but she was confused as to how to do it.

Now, Zahra is starting to return to living her life as when she had not met the man who made her feel the pain left behind.

Started back to enjoy the journey of life as before, when it did not feel pain when how it felt to inevitably have to let loved ones go with other women.

Although he repeatedly convinced his heart that letting go of Riyan was the path to a new life that was much better, it was still true that he remembered the man's face, the feeling that he was trying to get rid of, would again rule his entire heart.

"Remain here?" A long-veiled woman asked, carrying her body and sitting next to Zahra.

"More than think of this and that, Mom." Answer Zahra.

"Think what?" Ask the woman again.

"Mom, Ara wants to go to Umi's boarding school. Can ya?" Ask Zahra.

The middle-aged woman turned her head, looking at her daughter with a wrinkled forehead.

"You mean to her pesantren Mercy?" Asked the middle-aged woman again, and Zahra nodded in agreement.

"Palembang is far away, son. Why don't you stay here, accompany your mother and sisters." Pinta the woman.

Zahra bowed in.

"Mom, this is right here when Zahra unpacked the contents of the suitcase, there were two account books on Zahra's behalf there. Credit card as well. Zahra had no idea who had kept these two accounts in a suitcase." Zahras.

The woman who used to be called by the name Amina was speechless confused.

"Can you, Ara leave this to Mom, and Zahra goes to her boarding school, Kak Rahmat?" Ask Zahra.

Amina's mother hasn't answered. She didn't know what to answer about her foster daughter's plan.

"Are you okay?" Ask.

Zahra immediately nodded.

"What's wrong with your marriage?" Ask Aminah's mother again.

"Zahra is trying to take something that doesn't belong to Zahra, Mom." Answer her feeling guilty.

"What do you mean?" Ask the middle-aged woman again.

Zahra nodded again. Aminah's mother took a deep breath. Trying to understand Zahra who is still reluctant to talk about her daughter's personal life.

"In a relationship, for some people love won't just come, son. It takes struggle so that the person we want can love us." Said Aminah's Mother.

"Mom, Zahra is already struggling to get love from her. Even Zahra had agreed to accept being a second wife, yet, they still could not accept Zahra's presence." Lirih Zahra's. "True, Mother said, Relationships are like a rope that will never be upright without two people holding it, and if one of them is tired, then the relationship ends. For that, Zahra chose to stop fighting, because Zahra knew this relationship would never get to the best point. In Mas Riyan's life, not only was there Zahra that he had to fight for, but there was also Mbak Mei." Its effects.

Aminah's mother looked sadly at her daughter. However, what he can do as an ordinary man other than believe if whatever happens today, simply comes from God.

****.

If in Indonesia Zahra is still covered with sadness and guilt, different from Meisya who is now in Singapore.

A month has passed. Be happy? Nah! During this month, the happiness that used to be recorded neatly in his wishful thinking, until this moment he never felt. No, not because Riyan no longer treated himself well, quite the opposite. Ever since they arrived here, Riyan had been even more affectionate towards her than she used to be. However, I don't know what made him feel that something was missing from them.

As much as Riyan tried to make their situation the same as before, there would be more and more disturbing feelings in his heart.

"You should take your medicine, May. Therapy won't be useful if you're like this." Pinta Riyan pleaded while carrying a glass of water and some medicine towards their bed.

Meisya still did not want to answer. The girl simply stared at the wide-open window inside the room, until she made a white stepfather hanging there, blown away by the wind that went straight into their room.

"You really aren't the old Riyan anymore." His words, made Riyan again exhale rough breath. Not only this time the sentence was heard from Meisya's lips.

"What should I do, May? Tell me what I have to do to get us back to what we used to be. Please don't be like this." Please Riyan. He carried a tray of eleven water and some medicine items on the nightstand beside the bed, then sat back on the same bed where Meisya was.

Meisya still did not turn her head, and only closed her lips tightly.

"Did Mom call and scold you? Tell me, let me talk to you myself." Pinta Riyan again..

This time Meisya's head shook with tears falling down her cheeks.

"Then what, May. Did I go back to doing something wrong? Did I hurt you again?" Ask Riyan in succession. It had been a month since they arrived here, however, Meisya was getting more and more confused.

"You no longer love me, Yan." Meisya said softly with tears that still continue to fall on her beautiful face.

"What do I have to do to prove that you're important in my life? Is my sacrifice still not enough to prove it?" Ask Ryan again. "Meisya, let's start living here. It's really just the two of us." Persuade him again. He grabs Meisya's hand and kisses her repeatedly. But the hand he just kissed, pulled back by the owner.