BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
TURNS OUT WRONG

I and Ibed were in a conversation. Although many do not connect because of the age of Ibed is still young, but at least I do not feel too lonely. Someone has responded to my words even by a toddler.

"Mila's sister doesn't eat?" suddenly someone appeared in front of me. Farid, he's only a few meters away from me. I don't know when he's coming, I don't really realize.

"Eh Rid, it's a minute away. I'm still looking after Ibed." I said.

"Mbak Mila to saung only, let Ibed be with me. Although men, but I'm used to Ibed take care of."

"Not Rid, you haven't eaten yourself, have you?"

"I ate at the house. The driver's time ate with the employer," he chuckled. "This is mbak, Ibednya. Let's be with me." True that said Farid, as soon as asked, Ibed immediately excitedly turned to sling Farid. Even now he can laugh when marked. "It's mbak, just eat there. Ibed InshaAllah is safe with me. Isn't that Bed?" Farid began to take Ibed for a walk around the playground.

I followed Farid's words, heading towards the saung to join the others. Moreover, it just so happens that my stomach is hungry too.

"Lho Mil, it's here. Ibed where?" ask Ayu, looking left and right.

"That's mbak ... Ibed the same Farid." I pointed towards the children's playground.

"Farid Same? You know, I'm just as positive as you." said mbak Ayu. "Where is Mil. I'll take a minute. Not very patient. Yes, just eat there. Farid's a driver, not a babysitter!" Ayu Mbak nagged.

"Let Hana take Ibed, Mi!" Hana immediately ran towards Ibed and Farid.

Hearing Mbak Ayu's response, I can only be silent after saying an apology. I really didn't think he would regret that much to me. Indeed I also had the mistake of letting Ibed be in the driver's custody, but I really didn't know that it shouldn't be done. I don't think it's a problem if Ibed is carried by Farid because he also works for this family.

"Yes, eat first." orders Ilham.

How can I eat if the atmosphere is like this. I'm really not feeling good about Ayu. Moreover, several times I apologized still not being touched by him. Now, the rice and side dishes that I bribed were hard to swallow. After all, I am a Minang girl who is used to living with feelings. After making others upset and not getting sorry must have tasted bad.

"Yes, just eat there. Don't wait, we'll be home soon!" cetus mbak Ayu's.

This is the real face of Ayu. So big was my mistake in his eyes that he seemed to have a hard time apologizing. Ahhh no, I don't want to bring up. I felt Ayu's attitude change since my arrival at the Padang hotel. He, mbak Ayu has started to change since there. He talks ketus. Her sweet attitude the first time we met changed. Butwhy?

At the time, I was sure I hadn't done anything wrong. Before the agreement we still had time to communicate through UNI Dewi and he looks so sweet.

Was what was previously a falsehood?

Suddenly, that feeling appeared in my heart. Or maybe Ayu regretted sharing her husband with me? Because since Ilham mas officially became my husband as well, mbak Ayu like never willing to let go of Ilham mas. He always tried to get ahead and not even let Ilham mas near me even though we were halal.

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Ayu's mother is still struggling spoiled in the arms of Ilham. He doesn't care even if he's in front of me. The honest attitude makes me uncomfortable. Whether this is called being jealous or not, but I actually felt quite hot as he continued to act like it.

"Why does it have to be like that, anyway?" I grumbled in my heart.

Whether conscious or not, Mbak Ayu even asked her children to take a photo of the two of them.while I was in the corner of the saung can only force a smile while holding Ibed who was eating his snack.

"Have you fallen in love with Ilham, Mila?" I asked on the other side of my heart. There's no certainty. I honestly still consider myself a stranger because we don't know each other very well. He is a pretty cold guy. It's just that I've become his wife. It was inappropriate for them to show off their affection in front of me. Both wives. No one else should, let alone another wife.

Lunch is over. Me and Ma'am Ayu did not go straight home, we were both going to go shopping, smenetara mas Ilham with the children were going home.

"We want to go vegetable shopping, ma'am?" I asked, to break the silence, because Ayu was just silent all the way.

Ma'am Ayu glanced at me at a glance, then he returned to driving concentration.

The car stopped in front of a textile shop. Ma'am Ayu came down, I followed him from behind. Exactly the men who followed their employers.

This kind of atmosphere is really bad. If Ayu has a problem, why not just talk about it? I want to cry with this kind of treatment. Totally confused. Is it hard to answer someone else's question?

"This is it!" ayu chose a white dress and handed it to me. "Try there!" ayu's attitude towards me compared to the waitress was completely different. Earth and sky. He can be sweet, while to me so thin.

"What's that for, mbak?" My toot. "Sir, do you want an event?" I continued to shower Ayu with a lot of questions. Silence without knowing our mistakes is really uncomfortable. If you don't like it, explain the cause. I don't want to be treated like that, so I'm determined to get him to answer my questions even though he might get angry.

"You're such a nag!" mbak Ayu.

"And I am a jutek," I said, in my heart. Then followed istigfar repeatedly because it had latai brother honey himself. Yeah how else. I'm also an ordinary man. If from the beginning she showed this kind of attitude I would not want to marry her husband. "Sorry, ma'am." I said. "The shift is so mbak, we only realize the original attitude of someone after a long time together with him" I added.

"Whisper!"

"Keep this dress for what?"

"From the beginning I told you to obey me. Now I ask not to talk much. You just shut up. You will also know. So you're patient, don't ask too many questions!" asserted Mbak Ayu before finally leaving the store earlier.