Not Salihah's Wife
Serving Husband

Coincidentally today is the weekend, Randy is already out of his apartment for a jog leaving Amara busy with her own thoughts. How not, the words of the husband this morning that may also contain prayer and hope that he becomes a wife of prayer quite seized the mind.

The girl sat leaning against the sofa with her eyes fixed on the flat screen before her who was airing the news regarding the artist's divorce while her mind was thinking about Randy's expectations.

Be salihah's wife

Be salihah's wife

The sentence felt continues to mengiang, when Amara took a bath, breakfast even to this day.

“Pak Randy prayed or quipped huh? It is clear I am not a wife of Salihah or indeed she wants me to be a wife of salihah?” amara murmurs.

Amara opens her phone and goes on a quest to become a godly wife. He scrunched his forehead as he opened one of the search results links and read the information he got. Some points already understand that being a wife of Salihah is to be closer and have faith including obedience to the husband and also keep the aurat.

“Keeping aurat?” the girl looked down and looked at her own appearance. “But this is in the house time, so it doesn't matter dong I wear this outfit.”

Back focus on the screen of his phone read the continuation of the results of its disbursement.

“Serving husband.”

Brakes.

The phone Amara was holding had even slipped off and fell to the floor, she even had to catch her breath after reading the full description of the intention of serving her husband.

Amara is not an innocent girl who does not understand the purpose of the wife serving the husband, the process in question is coming to her mind. Moreover, he had seen the scene of the couple's bed that was either husband or wife on Juan's phone.

There was the sound of the door being opened from the outside and entered a handsome figure who looked more handsome because he was sweating.

Crazy, this dryness is increasingly visible more macho so curious if again yes, inner Amara.

“Eh, how come I'm so perverted like this anyway.”

“Why?” ask Randy who saw Amara hit his own head even though it wasn't a big blow.

“Owh, no,” says Amara.

“I take a shower first, we have breakfast after this,”, Randy said as he put his phone and earphones on the table.

“You take a shower, follow dong Pak,” Og Amara who is definitely not heard by Randy who has disappeared behind the door of the room.

Drt

Randy's phone rings, Amara turns and Hana's name is on the screen. It was impossible for Amara to answer the call even though in her heart she wanted to say no more contact with my husband.

However, she still has the heart not to do that.how the woman named Hana is the woman Randy will marry and at that time did not know that her future husband was married.

“Wait, how does Mr Randy feel?”

The phone is back vibrating but this time because of the incoming message. Once again Amara stared at the screen and could read the message through the pop-up window, where Hana asked why Randy rarely reported and contacted her.

“I'm curious what this woman looks like.”

“Woman who?” ask Randy who's been walking closer.

Exactly, since when he was there.

“Tuh, a divorced artist when there has not been a month married,” said Amara origin while pointing at the TV screen.

Randy looked at Amara strangely, because the TV was showing a cooking show.

“What has not breakfast can make you suddenly error?”

“What do you eat?” ask Randy to grab his phone.

“It looks like there was a phone deh,” said Amara.

Randy was silent while focusing on the phone in his hand.  Of course he had already read the message from Hana and seen the call log.

“Pak, can you ask seriously?”

Randy looked over and nodded slowly. The man's heart is still gambled by the reprimand of the fact that lately he has ignored Hana and rarely berkabar on the woman. Amara as his wife and Hana as his future wife.

“Wedding we want to take where? Mr. Randy does not want to talk me while Mr. Randy will soon be married to .. Hana,” said Amara.

“As far as we've discussed this, I'm trying to be the man in charge,” said Randy. “About Hana, I'm also mommy and Papi will soon meet his family to say about our marriage.”

“Then?”

“Then how do you mean?”

“If they already know Mr. Randy is married then how?”

True as Amara said, what if Hana knew I was married, Randy's mind.

Seeing her husband silent, perhaps confused by their circumstances Amara did not continue her curiosity and curiosity.

...***...

Brucks.

“Aahhh,” Amara's breath as she lands her body on the sofa.

Just returned from the Mother's residence since last afternoon, even he had lunch and dinner with Mother including Randy. Amara was immediately preoccupied with her cellphone in contrast to Randy who was already at the work desk in the corner of the living room of her apartment.

The man thought about Amara's question this morning as well as Mirna's mother-in-law's words as they talked together.

“Mother very much hope you can be a good husband and guide Amara. Even though you can't do it please don't hurt Amara, she's Mother's only daughter. Nor do you let others hurt Amara even if that person is the person closest to you.”

“Huft.”

Randy stepped closer to the sofa and sat down next to his wife.

“Pak we watch yuk, eve of the week nih time cengo doang.”

“Nonton to ...”

“Nevent need here just use TV, if you go to the cinema later meet campus people can berabe. Mr. Randy said, our wedding should not be published ‘kan?”

It is true that the statement was his order but hearing back from Amara seemed to be a satire because until now Randy has not legalized their newly implemented marriage religiously.

Amara was already squatting in front of the drawer under the TV, looking for the movie CD pieces that were piled up there.

“This is still wrapped, not yet watched yes sir. We just play this, yes, I have not seen this one,” proposed Amara.

The couple had returned to sit side by side even Amara folded his legs when he listened to the film. Sometimes Amara is broken and Randy just smiles. Actually, the film they watch is action genre but there is a spice of humor and the severity is currently a romantic scene where the couple in the film is kissing and starting the bed scene.

Both Amara and Randy are fixated with the scene and even have to swallow saliva because of the awkward whack and the hormones that hit make both of them feel the desire to imitate the scene they watched.

“Amara, we can not see ...”

“Why? Mr Randy was cold? I want to be a wife by serving my husband like that scene,”, Amara pointed at the TV while staring at Randy.