Not Salihah's Wife
The Narrow World

“For a while,” cried Amara as she walked limped towards the door.

There was a bell sound when he just finished bathing, not even had time to apply wound medicine. Twice yelled for the person who pressed the bell to wait, but his efforts were useless because the person could not hear him shout.

“Tante ...”

Imelda with her arms crossed over her chest looking at the girl in front of her from head to toe. Amara who seemed to be swallowed*ngi by the woman's gaze became misbehaved, especially now that she was wearing a clothes shirt and hot pants.

The flirting talent he got from his mother, Inner Imelda.

“Until when will you let me stand here?”

Amara patted her forehead, forgetting to let her mother-in-law in.

“Please Aunt,” said Amara while opening the door wider.

“Where's Randy?” imelda asked as she sat on one of the sofas. His view could not be separated from the dirty bowl of Amara's breakfast porridge and several pieces of medicine.

“Pak Randy has left for campus.

Amara who noticed the woman's sight immediately grabbed the dirty bowl and medicine sheet and took her to the kitchen.

“What's with your feet?”

Amara, who had been sitting opposite her mother-in-law, explained the cause of the cuts and dislocated legs.

“So, on campus already know you are married?”

“Be-lum aunt. Mr. Randy said not to publish as long as we are not married officially.”

The woman pulls the corner of her lips as if grinning when she hears Randy's decision regarding his secret marriage to Amara.

Amara herself was amazed by the attitude of her mother-in-law, whether what was on the middle-aged woman's mind until she showed a face that seemed happy with Randy's decision or indeed the decision would lead to divorce.

Amara should be happy with her guess but it seems something strange when imagining her and Randy finally ended the marriage relationship that was done because of forced.

“Hei ... You heard no? Even daydreaming,” the scolding of Imelda resuscitated the reverie of Amara.

Imelda sighed, faced the daughter-in-law who was still a child and was as annoying as her mother.

“I asked if Randy had told me that he ...”

“Will get married,” sahut Amara interrupts Imelda's remarks.

Again Imelda felt like it would explode because of the irreverence of Amara who interrupted her speech, but she was curious about the feeling of the girl who already knew Randy was ready for marriage.

“Hm.”

“I already know and Mr. Randy himself explained. That's why I asked for it immediately.”

“Then?”

“Tante know the reason Mr. Randy does not want to mentally retard me.”

Ah, it seems interesting to see this girl watching Randy marry Hana. May it happen, Inner Imelda.

“Listen! We will soon meet with Hana's family to discuss their wedding plans again, even if they need to be hastened. So you don't expect Randy to keep your position, you better go back to your mother and find another man to take advantage of.”

“Wait! What does Aunty man mean to use?”

Imelda ignored Amara's question, she stood up with a handbag in her hand.

“Tell Randy that I'm here,”.

“But Auntie, I don't understand what aunt said,” Amara said as she followed her mother-in-law's steps.

“Ask your mother she must know I mean.”                                                        

Amara clucked as Imelda left and closed the door of her apartment unit. Realizing that he is not only facing Randy who is a perfectionist and annoying in his eyes must also face the mother-in-law who shows her dislike.

“Ask your mother she must know I mean,” muttered Amara imitating Imelda's remark. “How can you know, indeed you know each other. Uh, wait a minute. Om Pram and Mommy ever .. cuddle, it could be that they have a relationship and Aunt Imelda .. could be know the relationship,” said Amara suspect love triangle that occurs between the mother and Randy's parents.

“It turns out the world is indeed narrow,” inner Amara.