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The Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "Then it does not bring anything but good."
[Muttafaq 'alaihi]
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Amira gets out of the taxi after paying for the argo. He stared at the wonder of his house that looked crowded like never before. Amira felt hesitant to enter what else when she heard Damar's voice inside. He's not sure.
"Why not go in?" Amira was surprised by the presence of the man in her house.
"Dlo, Dinan sir, are you here?" Dinan looked at Amira then threw his face away.
"Come in," Amira looked at Dinan and then she seemed to think, she thought the host had not changed, but why it was Dinan who allowed her to enter the house was not her.
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Amira put her right foot into the house.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." Amira looked at Arif, Faris and Damar took turns and then she stood up and looked down.
"Old kok, Mi? I came here a few minutes ago." Amira turned to the older sister and then smiled awkwardly. Amira did not make a sound she nodded then walked inside and there she was greeted by Nirmala's embrace with a splash.
"Why are you here?" Nirmala took off her embrace, she looked at Amira in wonder.
"Dla, I can't find you. I miss knowing that you are not being answered, called unanswered. What do you want?" Nirmala did not feel guilty she instead cornered Amira.
"Come in first," said Amira.
"Whose decision is in whose hands?" Arif who felt astonished with his sister followed the steps of the sister.
"Ngikut best according to Abang," said Amira then went into the room. Amira closed the door and locked it. He put the bag on the floor and then threw his body on the mattress. He was tired really, it felt when he saw Dinan he wanted to scratch his face.
"Amira, out!" Amira was convinced that it was the voice of her brother. She felt that her brother was in a bad state, maybe this was the influence of her disrespectful attitude towards the guests.
Amira replaced her hijab with a house hijab made of T-shirts but still as wide as the hijab she used to wear. He patted both of his cheeks then he opened the door and in front of the door was already Arif standing towered.
"After the Asar prayer you give an answer to Dinan." Arif said with a firm tone.
"I don't want to be polygamous, let alone made a second or third wife. Ami does not want to, but also Ami does not want to be divorced when he is bored. Amira doesn't want to bang." Arif looked at Amira with a face that was difficult to interpret.
"Why do you think so?" Arif let Amira back into the room.
"Pak Dinan just got divorced, Bang. Ami does not want later when there is a small problem or interest with other women Ami divorced. Ami did not want to," said Amira accompanied Isak crying.
"Are you sure Dinan just got divorced?" Amira nodded.
"Dinan's wife is more than two if Ami marries her and Mr. Dinan ruju' with his old wife. What else two wives Mr. Dinan already have children the same age. Ami is not able, really Amira does not want to marry Mr. Dinan with such circumstances." Arif stroked Amira's head affectionately, he did not think that all this was the result of a failure that once greeted Amira, he said, but he was sure that with any circumstances Dinan then the man could definitely make his sister happy.
"You know the reward of the polygamous?"
"No way, Amira wants to find more reward but with other worship."
"Poligami express ticket to heaven, cook not want?" Amira looked into the eyes of the older brother with a splash of tears in her eyes, she did not know why the older sister had such thoughts.
"When there is a smooth road, choose a steep road." Amira shook her head.
"Yes already, the preparation of the prayer after that to the middle room we discussed this all together. If you don't want to tell Dinan the truth, don't hang Dinan for too long."
"I want to get married to Mr. Dinan" said Amira quickly and then she shut her mouth. Arif turned towards the sister with a seductive face.
"So you want to take an express ticket to heaven?" Amira shook her head.
"If Dinan's situation is like that you should receive a complete package, Amira." Amira shakes.
"I want to marry Mr. Dinan if Mr. Dinan does not have many wives." Arif shook his head.
"If you want to accept Dinan, you also have to accept all the facts that exist. If what you think is true you have to accept the fact that you have to be willing to share when you are willing to marry Dinan." Amira looked at Arif with her innocent face. He came back crying with sobbing makes Arif confused with his sister's attitude.
"Hi, why are you crying?" Arif took his sister into his arms.
"I want the old Dinan sir, I don't want to fail to marry again. But I don't want to be polygamous." Arif patted the soft sister's shoulder.
"Remove your ugly mind Ami, now you have the choice of accepting or rejecting. Don't let your bad thoughts rule you and make you take decisions you'll regret like before." Arif said in a flat and wise voice.
"I don't regret failing to marry Farhat." Amira replied in a loud tone.
"No, you don't regret failing to marry Farhat but being able to change your view of marriage and instead you deeply regret having rejected Dinan two years ago? Do you want to repeat it?" Amira took off her embrace and then she looked at her sister's face.
"In retrospect it seems like Brother is supporting Mr. Dinan, so it's one-sided as if Brother is supporting Ami but actually isn't." Arif chuckled seeing Amira let out her sulking tone.
"It's true, Brother supports Dinan. Form of attitude of fellow men." Amira glared then she hissed softly.
"The man and the compactness he made." Amira said softly but was able to make Arif hear her and spout his laughter. He did not know what his brother's heart and brain were made of that always thought to himself without a care and looked for something that could strengthen his conjecture.
"That's it, think carefully."
"I've thought about it, I'll marry Mr. Dinan if Mr. Dinan is not married. Even at this time."
"If Dinan had been married? Amira immediately silenced a thousand voices. He doesn't know what to make.
"Had thought, you want to go to the mosque and find a restaurant that can be booked and can be used as a separate place to eat between men and women." Amira just nodded. He can't think for now.
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Amira was sitting tensely on the very end of the chair, she ignored the sight of the three women in front of her, she just silently assured her heart that she had given up, she did not want to marry Dinan. And this decision he had taken had been thought through carefully.
Amira realized that since Nirmala itchy wanted to invite her to talk but she did not care about it what she thought at this time was her firmness in making a decision. He doesn't want to be swayed by anything.
"Ami, how come Arif doesn't come home?" Amira turned to look at Dinda.
"Try checking into the mosque." Amira nodded then she walked out and passed Farid and Damar.
"Where are you going?" Amira.
"You're looking for bang Arif." Amira replied slowly.
"Arif is going to the City university with Dinan there is something to take care of." Amira clenched her hands, she so remembered about the meeting of Dinan's two wives near the City university. So this is the case, Dinan is asking permission for his wives to remarry. Amira nodded then she went back inside the house. He was getting more and more convinced to look at Dinan right now.
"Cock-back, Ami?" dinda asked after answering the greeting Amira gave.
"Go to the University."
"Circuits don't happen, they turn out to be." Amira turned to look at Dinda.
"Don't know?"
"Yes, it was your mas before the mosque said." Amira looked at Dinda with an annoyed face then she was silent.
"Why are you?" Amira looked at Dinda then she shrugged her shoulders. Either, this influence comes months or indeed Amira in unfriendly times because usually she is not like this.
"Istighfar let the heart be calm." Amira nodded as is. He didn't want to say, he was defending himself from exploding.
"You why? Everyone you're indifferent." Amira's mother who was already upset by Amira's attitude let out her voice.
"Amira is PMS Mom. It's natural that he's in a bad mood." Dinda answered her mother's question, not wanting to act disrespectfully but rather she wanted to save Amira from the reprimand the mother-in-law insisted in front of Nirmala.
"You don't have to defend her disrespectful behavior, Din." Dinda turned her head towards Amira who was restraining her emotions. She did not want Amira to regret later if she vented her anger on her mother. Because when a person is angry his brain and heart do not function, which functions only lust. Therefore, angry people often cannot control their actions and speech.
"Sorry Mom." Amira let out her voice. He was still able to hold on until this moment.
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," the voice of a woman who was in front of the connecting door. That woman is Dinan's mother. Amira stared in disbelief at the woman she had met several times. What's the matter?
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." Amira and the others shook hands with Dinan's mother alternately.
"How are you, Ndok?" asked Mother Dinan to Amira who was still staring at the astonishment of the presence of Dinan's mother.
"God be kind, mother how are you?"
"I am good and very good." Amira nodded then let mother Dinan sit down. Amira sits between her mother and mother Dinan. Amira felt a little strange as Dinan's mother squeezed her hand slowly and smiled at him.
"Amira," call Arif from the vestibule.
"Yes Bang." Amira was about to stand up but was prevented by her mother.
"But Brother called."
"Just answer yes from here." Amira looked at Dinda, as the sister-in-law nodded her head in agreement.
"Is there anything you want to ask, Ami?" ask Arif.
"There's no bang."
"Then you can start." Amira heard the voice of the brother who was not as usual. Is his brother in the flu? Why is his voice so bad.
"Yes." Yeah." Amira answered uncertainly. When he heard the words in front of him, he became even more astonished.
"Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim, I married you to my brother Amira Zahra bint Wahid Abdullah with a gold dowry of five grams and a package of Islamic books paid in cash." Amira was silent with an empty look. He could not digest what was going on, not even he heard the voice of the reply from the man who was ready to bear his life after this. He was just too surprised by everything.
This is not true, this is not justified. He does not want to be polygamous. As Amira came out of the shadow of her thoughts she saw her mother and sister-in-law hugging each other and crying. He looked in all directions.
"Amira doesn't want to be honey" said Amira quite tight to make all eyes on him.
"What do you mean, son?" Amira's mother asked in a surprised tone.
"Amira doesn't want to marry a lot of wives." Amira crying.
"Dinan not many wives." Mother Dinan who replied with a firm tone.
"But Amira doesn't want to share a husband, Mother." Ibu Dinan and Amira's mother looked at each other. Arif is seen at the connecting door. Her brother smiled amusedly even though his eyes were red in tears.
"Sir, you said you wanted to marry Dinan." Amira stood in front of her sister.
"But if Mr. Dinan doesn't have a wife, Bang." Arif caressed his sister's head. Then she took her sister in her arms.
"Abang understands. If you marry Dinan, then Dinan has no wife." Amira immediately took off her embrace.
"Abang sure?" Arif nodded.
"Don't tell me Mr. Dinan divorced all his wives?"
"My son just got married, how could he come to divorce his wife. She just married Amira." Ibu Dinan spoke after understanding what Amira meant.
"So Mr. Dinan is not married?" tanya Amira turned to look at Mother Dinan.
"Not yet." Amira turned towards Nirmala who was grinning.
"So Mala tricked me." All eyes were staring at Nirmala.
"Not really, just mispronounced."
"So Mr. Dinan is still single?" ask Amira. He covered his face then he turned his head towards the elder brother and there was already Dinan standing beside Arif. Amira glared then she ran inside her room regardless of the call from the older sister and made the laughter in the room break.
Arif shook his head, where there was a bride who was shy like her sister. Except for Amira Zahra. A quiet girl who is fragile but also strong together.
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