Not Salihah's Wife
Threats ....

“You didn't hear what I said?” Randy asked again, hoping Amara would behave better not to lose to the maturity of Hana. According to him, Amara does not feel confident dealing with Hana.

“I heard, of course heard. Where is my room, I have to arrange clothes and other items,” said Amara without looking at her husband.

“Mas Randy has not set up a room for us,” said Hana.

 “Where is the usual main room more spacious than other rooms?” Amara asked while looking around.

“On the second floor,” replied Hana.

“Ah, then I use that room. I'm Mr. Randy's first wife of course more entitled to that room, is not that Mr?” ask Amara for approval.

Randy hasn't answered yet but Hana's talking.

“But my things are already there, Mami says I can use the room.”

“Ah, Mr Randy hear that? According to Mr. Randy's promise that Mami will not interfere in this house, was not it you yourself who said that the affairs of the room have not been shared. Why your stuff is already in that room. Move immediately, while waiting I want to see the park,” Amara said.

Hana seemed to ask Randy for approval but the man did not speak, he agreed with what Amara said. Finally Hana went to clean her stuff with a frowning face.

Amara sat in the gazebo staring at the swimming pool in front of her. The house is quite spacious and can be said to be a dream home for newly married couples but for Amara it does not feel pleasant because she has to share with Hana.

“Amara.”

It turned out that Randy followed and sat down next to his wife.

“How, do you like this house?” Randy hugged his wife's waist.          

“Like, of course I like. What I don't like is the fate that my husband remarries, ” said Amara.

“Amara, you know for yourself what the conditions were. Don't want me, after all you've given permission.” Randy again reminded Amara that this condition is not purely his fault.

“I did allow Mr. Randy but that doesn't mean I like the decision. I keep Mr. Randy's promise to register our marriage immediately and don't let Mami interfere here let alone always win Hana. When I'm hurt by those things, be prepared that I'm leaving Mr. Randy. Being a widow is okay than having to be tormented on tap by honey and in-laws,” said Amara issued his heart.

“Just calm down, I try to always be fair. I see you're getting brave and pulling out your fangs.”

Amara looked at her husband.

“Here I am alone, no one defends and supports like Hana who is always supported by Mami so I have to help myself. If I am weak, of course I will be stepped on and Mr. Randy can do anything to defend me if the speaker is Mami and the woman Mr. Randy loved long ago,” said Amara.

While in another room, precisely in the main room to be occupied by Amara.Hana tidied up his goods to be moved assisted by a household assistant.

“Why moved Bu?”

“This room belongs to Amara, I use the other one,” replied Hana.

“Mother Amara looks very young, just deserved to be married to a young wife.”

“Salah Bik, Mr. Randy married Amara only after that married me,” explained Hana.

“Oalah, so Amara's mother was an old wife and Hana's mother was a young wife. Mistake me,” said the Bibik.

Hana could only sigh. While being busy moving all her clothes, Hana's phone vibrates apparently incoming messages from Umi Maya. When engrossed in replying to the message with Uminya, suddenly there was an incoming call from a new number.

The woman hesitated to answer but worried about the important call.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet Hana.

Silence, no answer.

“Halo,” says Hana.

Still quiet.”

“Why there is no sound.”

“Hana, don't hang up,” said someone on the other end of the phone.

“We have to meet, I'll send you the address. Don't refuse or I'll tell her how that night I touched you.”

Brak!

The phone that was stuck in Hana's ear regardless after knowing that the one who contacted was Akbar. Moreover, the man again threatened Hana.

“Halo, Hana. don't mess with me,” said the voice on the other end of the phone.

Hana with trembling hands took her phone back.

“Do not disturb me,” Hana said stammeredly.

“I have no intention of interrupting. Just wait, when I'm already in Jakarta we should meet.”

“No, don't ever bother me again.”

“Who is bothering you?”

Hana turned and ended the phone call. It was Amara who was already in that room.

“A-amara,” said Hana.

“Who is bothering you?” Amara asked again.

“Ah, no. It was wrong to connect, so I said don't bother me anymore because the caller instead invited me to acquaintance.”

“Owh, are you done yet? I want to rest, Mr. Randy will sleep here tonight. You must know how Mr. Randy if in bed,” said Amara.

Hana can only smile bitterly, of course she does not know how per_kasa Randy because after marriage they always sleep separately even in one room.

“Please, I'm done,” said the woman in the syar’ him and left Amara's room.

“Hm, spacious is also the same room as my room at Mother's house. It's good that he wants to live this one, he thinks he is who,” muttered Amara.

...***...

Amara sat leaning against the head board staring at Randy wearing a tie. The woman's face was pouting while her husband looked cheerful. Last night Randy invited to do fun activities in bed even many times to make Amara tired and this morning he was lazy to move.

Even though yesterday Amara only teased Hana by saying Randy's act if both with him, it turned out to be a reality.

“Quick shower, we have breakfast together!” Randy's Word.

“In the first place, I have no morning lecture,” said Amara who will return to lay down her body.

“Amara, wake and shower.”

Amara finally got up and passed Randy while nudging his shoulders. Though at dawn she had taken a bath but after the worship of two rakaat, her husband again asked for her right.

“Pak Randy sucks,” taunts Amara.

Randy just chuckles at the taunts from his wife. The man did not move, he was still in the room waiting for Amara.

It turns out that Hana is already at the dinner table, helping Auntie prepare breakfast. Seeing Amara and Randy coming down together was of course envy. Although from today until the next two days, Randy will sleep in the same room with him and Randy will not feel the happiness that Amara feels.

“This coffee Mas.” Hana puts a cup of coffee in front of Randy.

“Thank you.”

“Later noon, I'll drop lunch. I hope Mas Randy does not refuse, today is my right according to the schedule.”

Randy and Amara looked at each other.

“Hana, not that I forbid you to come but on campus no one knows that I am married let alone have two wives,” said Randy.