Honey For Amira
Ijab kabul

"Have you checked with the doctor?" my many.

"It has. But the doctor said, I had to go to the hospital for ronsen. But I have no charge to go to the hospital. I'm also afraid, for the operation." Grandfather Zia explained about her current condition.

I was so sorry when I saw the condition of Zia's grandfather. I am also very concerned about the living conditions of Zia and her grandfather.

Could it be true, if Mas Farhan wanted to marry Zia just to help Zia's economy. Why should I marry her.

"By the way, you live in this house just the same Zia granddaughter of the father, huh?" Ask Mom to look at Zia's grandfather.

Grandpa Zia simply nodded.

"Yes. This is my only grandchild. I took care of him and raised him from childhood. His mother and father died when he was little."

I saw that Mas Galih and Mas Farhan still did not stop staring at Zia. Zia is beautiful, but I don't know her nature and attitude. Could she be a good girl, I don't know her at all.

"Actually, we came here, to propose to Zia Pak. We're here to propose to Zia for my sister Farhan" said Mas Galih without much further ado.

Grandpa Zia smiled. He then looked at me.

"Is she your wife Nak Farhan?" Grandpa Zia looked at Mas Farhan fixedly.

"Yes Cake. She is Amira my wife" replied Mas Farhan.

"Does your wife agree that you will marry Zia?"

"Yes. He agreed with Kek" Mas Farhan assured Zia's grandfather.

I'm silent. Right now, I'm confused what to say. Actually my heart hurts. My chest is also tight. My body also sagged as Mas Galih spoke to Zia's grandfather about our arrival here.

But in times like these, should I shed my tears in front of people. I don't want to look weak, especially in the eyes of my honeymoon candidate Zia.

"Amira, have you agreed that I will marry Zia?" Mas Farhan looked at me.

"Yes. I agree" I replied briefly.

"Listen to yourself Zi, Kek, my wife has agreed that I marry again. I just want to make Zia happy" said Mas Farhan.

"If grandfather, agree. But what does the Zi want?" said Grandpa Zia

Grandpa Zia looked at Zia.

"Zia, do you want to be his wife, Ustadz Farhan? Do you want to be the second wife of ustadz Farhan?" ask Grandpa Zia to her granddaughter.

"If Mas Farhan can be fair with me and Ms. Amira, I'm ready to be the second wife. If Madam Amira had truly allowed her husband to remarry, I would never have refused to let Farhan become my husband" Zia said at length.

"And if God had ordained me to be the second mate of Farhan's ustadz, I would have been a second wife, too" continued Zia who seemed so steady in answering questions from her grandfather.

"Yes, if everyone has already approved, grandfather will bless you Zi," said Grandpa.

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"I accept the marriage of Ziana Olifia bint Abdul Aziz with the mascawin paid in cash...!" My husband uttered his kabul ijab out loud.

Some people have been witnesses to my husband's marriage to the girl. My husband's marriage to Zia, held in the house of in-laws with closed.

My extended family also no one knows about this, because I deliberately kept it a secret from them including my parents.

Because if I talk to them, maybe they'll get mad at me and Mas Farhan.

"How are witnesses legitimate?"

"Well..!!!"

After that I got up from my seat and stepped away to go to the room. I left the people in the living room. Let them say what about me. To be sure, I can't see this marriage. The more I hold this heart, the more I cannot control it.

When I got to my room, I threw my body out and sat down on the side of my bed.

I was crying, putting all my feelings out there.

My heart ached when I saw my husband remarry. But this is the destiny I chose. I let my husband go with another woman.

"Why, my heart hurts so much. Why does all this have to happen hiks.hiks.." I said on the sidelines of my cry.

"But I can't cry. I have to be strong. This is the path I chose.

I feel sorry for that girl too. He's already an orphan. If his grandfather died, he would also definitely live a kara because he had no family anymore. Let him feel happiness too" I continued.

Actually I am also concerned about the living conditions of Zia. And I will learn to accept Zia as my honey. Although it's actually very difficult for that.

I'm sure, there won't be a single woman in this world willing to be combined. But I assume, this is a form of obedience of a wife to her husband. And God has promised heaven to a wife who is obedient to her husband.

Tok tok...

The sound of knocking on the door was already heard from outside my room. I hurriedly wiped my tears and stepped up to open the door.

"Amira, you're looking everywhere, you're here? Fauzan nangis nyariin you Amira," said the mother.

"Where is Fauzan now?" ask my mother.

" He's the same Galih. Come outside!" pinta mother.

I'm nodding. I then came out of my room to see Fauzan.

I approached Mas Galih who is currently still on the front porch of my mother's house.

"Fauzan," I said.

Mas Galih looked at me.

"Amira, where are you from? Fauzan cried from earlier. Looks like he's hungry. Have you been breastfeeding yet?" ask Mas Galih.

"It's already. Fauzan is full. Maybe he's hot."

"Yes already. It's." Mas Galih handed Fauzan to me.

I smiled at my son. I kissed and carried him.

"Amira, what's wrong with you? are you crying?" ask Mas Galih.

I'm silent.

"I know how you feel Amira. You can't afford to see their marriage" said Mas Galih, glancing inside.

"I told you that I'm sincerely married to my husband again" I denied that I was sad to see this marriage.

"I can't believe that you are truly sincere. You can speak sincerely but your heart and eyes can't be lied to by Amira." As if I could read my mind.

Although he was a man, he seemed to be very sensitive to the feelings of women.

"Oh yeah, they're married anyway. Want to be flanked again. I feel sorry for Zia too. Let Zia come to feel happy life too. I'm sure I'm the same as my husband. He is the man in charge. He knows the science of religion and he'll definitely be fair with me and Zia."

Mas Galih is just mangosteen.

"OK is up to you. All the decisions you have made. The show's over, Amira, don't you want to go inside?" ask Mas Galih.