Not Salihah's Wife
Of Amara

Randy stopped his activity and turned to look at Amara who was looking at him.

“For what am I jealous?”

Amara put her shoulder out.

“That's it, the time I was close to Juan in question. Though only close to ordinary not because there is a relationship of sorts,” said Amara.

“I just reminded. You are married and ...”

“Forced,” said Amara interrupted Randy's remarks.

“Amara .. forced or not that obviously we are married and have to keep each other's honor,” said Randy.

Amara sighed and leaned on the sofa she was sitting on and stared around her husband's study.

“Then I was asked here for what?”

“Punishment because you're always rowdy and inconsiderate in my college hours, help me input this value.”

“Hahh.”

Amara was in the room long enough, even lunch was done in the room. Not because Randy was making things up for company but indeed the man looked busy.

“Udah finished nih,” said Amara then yawned because tired. “I can go home huh?”

Randy stared at the wall clock and refocused on the documents on his desk.

“Go home with me, another hour is done.”

Amara clucked but remained where she was. The girl opened her phone, surfed on social media and video apps while waiting for her husband to finish. Occasionally, Randy wondered what he was doing with him.

Randy looked at Amara who was already lying on the sofa while staring at her phone. Every now and then the girl chuckled, it seemed like the video being watched was so funny.

Unknowingly, Randy smiled at Amara.

“Hah, stuck ‘kan. I should have gone home first,” complained Amara. He and Randy are in the car.

“Hardly jammed, it's clock home from work.”

“Ah, yes. The day after tomorrow there's mapala activities, I'm following. Mr. Randy signed my license dong," asked Amara. 

"You're coming with mapala?" 

"Yes." Yeah." 

Randy is still focused on the steering wheel and seems to be thinking. 

"All of you are the same cost," said Amara while grinning. 

"This is an activity in the mountains of Bogor?" 

"Hm." 

Randy was actually hesitant to allow Amara to take part in the activities. Seeing Amara's condition that easily panicked and reckless it seems that the activity is not right followed by the girl. 

"Don't say Mr. Randy won't allow it."

"You think?" 

"Ish anyway I want to come, when Mother High School prohibits me from participating in this activity now time can not also." 

...*** ...

Amara is ready with her bags and supplies. Randy finally allows, though in his heart the man hesitates and worries. 

"I'm leaving, yes" said Amara who had carried her backpack. 

"Hey, come here" Randy said, extending his hand. "Keep kissing hands" he said again. 

Amara grabs her husband's hand and kisses him with reverence, not knowing that Randy intends to come to the venue. Moreover, he is indeed part of the rectorate of the campus of course all campus activities including student safety are his responsibility.

"Be careful, don't be careless because you're not home" Randy told his wife. 

During the day Amara was already at the event location, because the new participants who participated were minimal experience so there was no strenuous activity to climb to the top or even explore the forest. Just walking from the parking lot to the event venue which was a bit far away and the terrain was decent, Amara was already complaining and exhausted. 

"Whatever the heat, too," complained Amara as she fanned with her hat. 

"Yes, you know I don't follow. Mending diem in the room, adem and not tired," complained Melly. 

"Well, how'd it go?" john's. 

"Swash, you mean?" Amara is confused by Juan's proposal but if possible can also be done.

After setting up the tent, Amara and her two colleagues covered the river. By reason of stomach pain they even play in the water and around the river rather than having to follow a series of other events. 

The committee suspected that Amara and his two friends were in the committee tent, not in the river. By late afternoon, the sky was thick and cloudy even the river current was getting heavier. 

"Gaes, we're turning yuk. I think the danger is here" Juan proposed, looking at the river. 

"Come," ask Melly. 

"Maybe in the health tent, there was a stomachache I asked to wait there," 

Stomach pain, inner Randy then headed to the tent in question. 

Nor did he find Amara there, including his tent. Contacting the girl is also free because the area is very difficult to signal. 

"There was a fall, in the river," one told the health team. 

Randy followed the direction of the voice and approached a student who was panting. 

"Who fell down?" 

"Mara, she slipped." 

"Sluck where?" ask Randy. 

"In ... Where is it?" Melly scratched her head. "We were in the river, the current was heavy and we wanted to come back here but Amara slipped."

Randy rushed towards the river at the direction of one of the organizers. 

A cry from Juan encouraged Amara and told her not to let go of her grip. 

"Mara," call Randy.

"Here Sir" said Juan. 

"Amara," call RAndy. 

It turns out Amara is struggling on either branches or tree roots and under the river currents are increasingly heavy like rain down the river upstream.

Randy lay down on the ground and stretched out his hand so that it could be grabbed by Amara. 

"Ride, grab my hand!" 

"No, I must have fallen and when I let go my hands also fell." Amara's voice was already shaking, it was clear that the girl was in a situation that made her very scared.

"Remara, take off one of your hands and grab my hand" Randy said.

"But ...."

Crick. 

It turns out that the pedestal of Amara's hand grip began to regas and will break.

"Imara, hurry up and do it" said Randy. 

"Mara, quick. He won't let go of your hand" Juan said. 

Amara let go of her hand and swung and Randy managed to grab the hand but the pedestal Amara was holding was broken. 

"Aaaa, Mr. Randy, don't let go of my hand" cried Amara as she swung with just one hand.

"No. No will, now you swing again and grab my hand again.”

It turned out that Amara had to swing several times and both hands could reach Randy's hand. When Amara's body managed to rise, the girl cried in Randy's arms. Of course Juan and the two organizers who were there stared in wonder at the couple's interaction.

“There are injuries?” randy asked as he broke his arms.

There were bruises on Amara's forehead, arms and knees because he had fallen and rolled on a rock and one of his ankles was sprained.

“Auw,” strangles Amara while trying to walk. Randy immediately grabbed his wife's body and carried her back to the venue.

“Amara, are you okay?” ask Melly.

Amara, who was lying in the patient's gurney in the health team's tent, shook her head. Randy was talking to the organizing committee about Amara's condition.

“It looks like you want to be taken deh,” said Juan.

“Brought to where?” ask Melly.

“Ke hospital kali, which is clear Mr. Randy want to make sure your condition is safe and treat these bruises,” pointed Juan on Amara's body.

Randy did not come long.

“You're in trouble, I said don't be careless,” scolded Randy. “We find a hospital,” take Randy who immediately back carrying Amara.

“Pak Randy ...”

“Shut!”