Honey For Amira
Galih Support.

"Where is the car." Laila looked around. But I didn't see the teapot in the kitchen.

"La, what are you looking for?" farhan asked as he looked at Laila who was still frowning in the kitchen.

"Teko Bi," replied Laila.

"This is the teapot here" said Farhan, pointing at the teapot on the dining table.

Laila looked towards the dining table. And the teapot turned out to be in front of Farhan and Zia

"Oh yes Bi. I found it there."

Laila then walked to the dining table to pick up the teapot.

Laila smiled as she saw the glass filled with water in front of Zia. Laila did not run out of ideas, she immediately nudged the glass until the water in the glass spilled over Zia's veil and robe.

Zia screamed as she saw her clothes drenched. While Farhan stopped his chewing and stared intently at his son.

You are poor, Laila said in her heart. He laughed contentedly.

Laila was satisfied that she had succeeded in pranking Zia, her stepmother.

Prangs...

The glass fell to the floor and broke into pieces.

"Laila, be careful dong Laila. Why are you holding the glass. So spilled everything. What the hell," said Farhan upset.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zia looked at Laila sharply. But he did not dare to say anything because now he was again at Amira's house. Perhaps had there not been Farhan or Amira, Zia had already scolded Laila.

Ih, it sucks Laila. I'm sure, if he accidentally nudged the glass earlier, inner Zia.

After spilling water on Zia's shirt, Laila then walked away leaving Farhan and Zia. Farhan got up from his seat and approached Zia.

"Zi, are you okay Zi?" farhan asked as he looked at Zia's soaked clothes.

"Mas, what is your son. I got soaked like this, right," said Zia.

"I'm sorry Laila. He accidentally swore water on your shirt."

"I want to go home. I'm gonna change clothes."

"Well, I'll take you home."

Zia got up from her seat.

"Wait a minute, I'll get ready first."

"Yes. I'll just wait here" said Zia.

Farhan then went into the room to get ready. When he was ready, he went back to Zia. Farhan embraced Zia and led her into the living room.

"Amira, I want to take Zia home first yes," said Farhan before leaving.

"Why Zia?" asked Novi while looking at Zia.

"So he was spilling water" Farhan replied.

"Oh..." Novi can only be 'oh ria.

"Laila nukulkan glass and water on Zia's shirt earlier" explained Farhan.

Amira looked at Laila.

"Laila, what have you done?" ask Amira.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Instead of regret, Laila simply laughed inwardly. He wanted to get his father and stepmother out of the house.

Before leaving, Farhan looked at Novi.

"Nov, maybe Mas won't come home tonight. You can sleep here take care of Amira and Laila. All set the dining table and wash the dishes. And tomorrow morning, Mas will come back here. I want to send your mother to the hospital."

"Yes Mas" said Novi briefly.

Novi just agreed to what Farhan said. In his heart, Novi was furious with Farhan.

Ih, sister-in-law sucks. It's usually just people. Why am I the helper of what is in this whole relationship, who eats, who is asked to wash the dishes, inner Novi.

Farhan and Zia then walked away from Amira's house. After Farhan leaves, Novi looks at Amira.

"Mom, your husband is why. Why should I be asked to wash the dishes. Kan Zia and he ate. Why am I the one who asked to do the dishes" Novi protested to Amira

"If you're tired, just stay, don't wash the dishes. Wash your own dishes. Let Mas Farhan wash his own dishes tomorrow morning. You both wash your dishes, each of you," said Amira.

"And Laila. You were the one who broke the glass. You dong who must finish the broken glass," said Amira again.

"Yes Mi. Sorry Mi, I broke the glass."

"Yes Mi."

Novi and Laila then walked into the kitchen to clean up the kitchen and the living room. Meanwhile, Amira, entered her room by pushing her own wheelchair.

Ring ring ring...

Amira's phone rang. Amira immediately picked up her cell phone that was on the bed. He then raised the call from Galih.

"Hello, Amira Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakiumsalam Mas's. Mas Galih tumben. What's up, Mas?"

"This is my mom, she said. He wants to talk to you."

"Oh. Where's Mas' mother?"

"It."

A few moments later, Bu Aminah's voice was heard from behind the phone.

"Hello Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakiumsalam Ma'am. Mom, how are you?"

"Good mother's news. How are you saying Amira?"

"My news is good too Mom "

"Where is your condition? you control it again tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Be careful, you want to be the same who controls it. Well, the next time you want the same Galih tomorrow the control. He said Galih was ready to take you. Good time the Farhanya bothered."

"Oh I want Mas Farhan Bu to control it tomorrow."

"There's a car? if not, then Galih will rent a car."

"There is a Mom. Borrow it to the front neighbor of the mosque."

"Oh, thank goodness then. Oh yea. Where's farhanya?"

"Mas Farhan is not at home. He was gone with his new wife."

"He wasn't there? and I want to talk to him."

"Why don't you just call Mas Farhanya directly, Mom?"

"Ah, it's lazy that he's with Zia often. I don't like that woman very much. "

"Why do you talk like that, Mom? however, Zia is also the mother's daughter-in-law."

"Yes, Amira. But he is different from you. You are so mature Amira. And that Zia, is still childish. I don't like it."

"Mother is how the hell. In terms of age also me and Zia are different. Zia is still twenty years old Ma'am. While I, it's been thirty-five more."

"Yes the Amira. You want to talk to Galih? the Galih."

"Yes, Mom."

"Hello Amira's. You what the condition is. What changes have you made?"

"Alhamdulillah Mas, my neck can already be slightly scratched. My legs are also much lighter than before therapy."

"Thank God Amira. I hope you'll get well soon."

"You expect me to be healed?"

"Yes dong. If you're cured, I'll take you for a walk."

"What! seriously Mas? Whose streets are they? same you?"

"Yes, same me. I am also the one who hides me."

"We're both Mas?"

"Yes not. Do you think we walk together? you say we are not mahram. Can't walk both."

"Hehe. Who thinks that's it."

"Yes, we're going out with Laila. I'll borrow a car for us to take a walk. If Novi wants to come, too."

"Geez, how good are you anyway. Doain aja Mas, let me recover quickly and we can all walk by car,"

"Yes Amira. I will always doain you. The spirit of healing is Amira."

"Yes Mas. Thanks to ya."