BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
SHOULD WE PART WITH YUMNA?

In the two-metre room I used to live in with Yumna, Uni Siti and my little niece, I kept quiet. Uni Siti is back in the kitchen, helping the mother and neighbors prepare dishes for tomorrow's event. While Uni Dewi said he wanted to go to the market first looking for some equipment that was still lacking.

Crick. The sound of the door opening. Apparently mom. He was pulling the curtain of the door, as soon as we looked at each other, Mother asked for permission to enter me.

"When did Mak come? Isn't Mom healthy, right, her leg still hurts? If there's anything you should just call Mila there." I said, while welcoming the arrival of the mother, guiding the old woman inside.

"Emak wants to talk, Mil. Yesterday there was still something against my mother's heart. After all, mom wants to talk a lot about you as a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. If you wait later, hunt you into someone else's wife, so the son-in-law of others as well." said Mom with a long sigh.

"O Allah, Mila said. Until whenever Mila will still be mother's daughter-in-law, so mother's child. Forgive me if Mila's decision doesn't match what you're expecting."

"Not Mil, my mother did not forbid you to marry again. Really am. Even the mother is happy, finally you can rise also from the slump after the departure of Hasan. You are still young and deserve to live a better life. My mother always prayed that you would be happy. It's just ...." Mom looked heavy. "Mil, there's something that's bugging my mom's mind. There's something you want and you expect you to get it."

"What Mak? Let's say. If Mila is capable, Mila will."

"Mil, you talked to your mom and dad before. They can't decide even if they agree with mom, because that's your full right."

"What do you want from Mila?"

"Mil, after the wedding you will move to Jakarta. The place for the mother is very far away and it feels impossible for the mother to visit there even if only once in her lifetime. While you know, you already have no one but Yumna as a relic of Hasan. If you don't mind, Mil, can you go to Jakarta and not bring Yumna? Can he just stay here with us? Both of your parents don't mind if Yumna stays with them. She also hopes to take care of Yumna. Seeing it every day is a spirit of life and happiness for my mother. But if he is far away it feels like something is missing from his mother. How's Mil? Can you grant this old mother's wish? Mom's age isn't gonna be long, Mil. At most it only lasts a few more years, or maybe even just a few months. Please Mil, don't separate Mom from Yumna. You are still young Mil, you can still have another child. Could be Mil." My mother held both my hands.

Split with Yumna? My body immediately shook. How could I do that? Parting with my real daughter. My flesh and blood has always been with me.

"Mom," I shook my head.I gave my mother's request even though I understood she was heavy if she had to part with her only grandchild.

"Please, Mil!" My mother begged me.

"Just a few years, Mil. After mommy's gone, you can take her. My mother has no one else. Mom's really alone, Mil. Do you have the heart to let your mother die in longing for her granddaughter. After Hasan is gone, you and Yumna are the ones who make you the spirit of life. Please son." She kept begging until I was out of words.

The two of us hugged each other in tears. I feel like I'm in the wrong situation. Regret accepting the proposal is becoming. If only time could I turn, I would refuse to meet with the family of Ilham, refusing to be his second wife. There are so many problems that I have to face because of it all.

"If you can't afford Mak, it's better for Mila to cancel her wedding" I said.

"What are you talking about, Mil?" suddenly, my mother entered the room. "Mil, I understand you're in a dilemma, but it's all set up. Now if you want to retreat, it's the same as digging your own grave. Previously, I had warned you to think mature, do not follow your own ego, all you have to think about. Now, after everything's prepared, there's no recoil option for you, Mil. We've swallowed a lot of bitter pills over your decision, so go for it. You must learn to sacrifice for every cause there must be consequences!" firmly mom.

"O Allah," my body immediately felt limp when I heard the statement of my mother who really did not defend me. But I get it, what mom said was right. Canceling this wedding plan is like digging your own grave. My cry broke instantly, overshadowed Yumna's face, my only daughter.The little girl, how could I be far away from her?

"You don't have to worry. Yumna will stay here. Mom and Dad agreed. Sometimes she would stay at my mother's house. He will be fine, after all, there are cousins who usually accompany his days. I'm sure Yumna won't be lonely." said mom.

Yumna, maybe he'll be okay. Parting with me, maybe just a few days he felt heavy, but what about me? Can I get through the day without my daughter? I shook my head.

"Mil, after all you don't know how things are going there yet. Will Yumna be comfortable with the strangers around her, as well as in a foreign place away from the people she used to be with?" said mother.

"But there's Mila, ma'am." I said.

"Mil, you'll be the second wife there. You also have to adjust to a new environment that you are not sure everything will be okay. As a mom, feeling mommy heavy Mil. Please think again.don't until Yumna is brought in an uncomfortable atmosphere.so you want to give the best for your daughter, sacrifice for her. Later, if you're sure everything is fine, I don't mind you bringing Yumna" said the mother who agreed.

O Allah. The tears are getting bigger. I don't know what to say. But what the mother said was true that bringing Yumna to a foreign place with a new atmosphere that I myself could not confirm could-can only be a burden for him. But being away from her is a burden to me. Why should the choice be this heavy and why was it unthinkable to me before.