Not Salihah's Wife
Who's That Man?

Randy and Amara return home together and there is no welcome from Hana as usual.

“Hana, where to Bik?” ask Randy.

Amara chose to go straight to the room when she heard her husband ask her whereabouts.

“Not been out of room since last afternoon, Sir,” Aunty replied.

Randy, worried that something might happen, rushes to Hana's room.

“Hana,” call Randy when opening the door. There was no sight of the woman in any corner including in the bathroom. Randy's gaze led to the balcony door opening.

It turned out that Hana was sitting on the floor hugging both of her legs and buried her face there. Even the woman did not wear a head covering, making her long hair unravel.

“Hana.” Randy called back.

Hannah raised her face, they looked. Looking at the puffy eyes, Randy crouched down and faced Hana.

“What's up?” randy asked who was confused by the woman's condition.

“A-I ...” Hannah did not continue her words.

“Say, what's the problem?” ask Randy again.

“I'm fine,” replied Hana. “What's tonight we so meet Mami?”

“Ah, I forgot to ask Arama.”

“But Mami only invited us both,” said Hana.

Randy moved from his position and stood still staring at Hana below him.

“My wife's romance too, even her first wife. He has the right to know and accompany me even he who is more entitled than you.”

“Mas Randy changed,” cetus Hana.

“Change?”

“What because I've been handicapped like this, so Mas Randy treats me like this.”

“Hana, what do you mean? You understand more about religion if a man with two wives has to. I may be biased towards you and I promise to be fair. If I ignore Amara because of Mami's invitation, it's wrong. Because you are my wife,” said Randy.

Randy finally leaves Hana's room, then heads to another room to clean up.

By nightfall, the man called Hana and Amara. The three are already sitting on the living room couch, ready to listen to what Randy will say.

“Mami invited us to dinner, we'll come,” Randy said. “Prepare,” tell the man.

Hana didn't respond too much. He was disappointed to have to come together. Imelda is so supportive of her and likes her, that Hana feels more supported as Randy's wife than Amara.

“I'm not coming,” said Amara.

Randy who would stand up, undo his intentions and look at Amara.

“Why?” ask Randy.

“I'm tired and a few more days of exams. So I'm not coming,” said Amara.

Randy actually disagrees with Amara who can't come along but arguing it will make Hana feel unfair because her stepfather cares too much for Amara.

“We should be prepared, rather than late. Not good with Mami,” said Hana.

...***...

“Finally you guys come, let's go in,” take Mami.

Pram seems disappointed that Amara did not attend, not because of what but worried that Randy could not be fair and nurture his two wives.

“Amara not coming?” ask Pram.

“No, soon the exam he refused to come because he had to study.”

Imelda doesn't really care about Amara. Because he only invited Randy as well as Hana. Dinner was dominated by Imelda's conversation with Hana.

“I will register my marriage with Amara, this has been my promise before,” said Randy.

“Before, over time people will know your relationship,” exclaimed Pram.

“Then what about Hana and the reception we planned?” ask Imelda.

“We'll talk about that later,” said Randy.

Randy and Hana return home quite late and during the trip both are just silent. Upon entering the complex towards his house, a car stopped in front of the house.

“Whose car is it?” muttered Randy, Hana also saw the incident.

The car Randy was driving was getting closer, the car in question finally drove.

What is he, Akbar? inner Hana.

“Mas Randy will sleep where?”hana asked when she and Randy were home.

“In the guest room,” replied Randy. Tonight is not the schedule of Amara or Hana, he wants to be alone despite cheating to take the start with Amara last afternoon.

Hana looked at Randy's body that had climbed the stairs.

“Living room, beware if I see him sleeping with Amara?”

Hana rushes to her room, she does not bring a cell phone and turns out many calls and messages from Akbar, including saying that the man is waiting in front of the house.

“Car earlier, right Akbar,” muttered Hana. “How is it, he dares to come.”

Tomorrow.

Randy came out of the room and there was Hana standing there.

“What's up?” ask Randy.

“Hm, no Mas. I wanted to wake Mas Randy up first.”

Randy just cleared his throat and left Hana for Amara's room. Some items and clothes are in the main room which is occupied by Amara.

Randy scrunched his forehead to see Amara still wrapped in a blanket.

“Amara, wake.” Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbed his wife's face. “Princess sleep, wake up!”

“Ish, Mr. Randy is a nuisance. I was awake, I prayed, but my head was dizzy. Let me rest first,” complained Amara still with closed eyes.

Randy saw Amara's face a little pale, finally he let Amara rest.

“Don't get too suspended because of the exam, remember your health,” Randy's advice then move on to walk in closet.

Amara only cleared her throat to hear her husband's advice.

At what time Amara finally woke up, she actually woke up late because she felt unusual with the physical.

“Looks like my body can not be compromised, just learned a little solid than usual already drooping like this,” muttered Amara while lowering both legs and then stepped into the bathroom.

Today there is no college, because Monday Amara has to take the exam. Wearing a home suit, the woman went down the stairs and headed for the kitchen.

“Loh, you just woke up?” ask Hana.

“Hm, I'm not well,” replied Amara then took a bottle of mineral water.

“I think you've left without breakfast, so breakfast has been cleaned by Bibi.”

“No problem, my stomach is not comfortable so it is not tasteful for breakfast,” said Amara.

What is imagined in the mind of Amara is zuppa soup from the cafe subscription and today is still quite early, of course there is no cafe open.

“I want zuppa soup, it feels already on the tip of my tongue,” said Amara. He is currently in a gazebo near the swimming pool.

Even the woman opened her phone looking for the desired food through an online application.

“Ish, whichever one is open,” complained Amara. “I just find, who knows there are other foods that make me taste.”

Amara wore a cardigan and rode her motorcycle, not forgetting her wallet and cell phone. Surrounding the complex even down shophouses some distance from the residential complex where he lived.

 “Loh, that's Hana.where is she going?” muttered Amara who had slowed down the speed of his motorbike when he saw Hana get off the taxi and hesitated to enter one of the restaurants.

Amara parked her motorbike and entered the restaurant. Choosing a table is a bit corner and pay attention to Hana who looks to be waiting.

"Who is that guy?" amara muttered as a man approached the table where Hana was.