BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
BRIDAL NIGHT

Those pictures, I don't know who took them. But I know every moment in that picture. There's nothing special. First he came to pick me up, second he loaned me a book. Our conversation is just that. Where does the fault lie?

"Do you know who he is?" Ask Ilham, still with an angry face.

"The driver's at home, right?" my many.

"Yes. And that's your taste?"

"meaning?"

"You have feelings for her? Talk to him often? How times? How far along is your relationship? Let's answer!"

"Feelings?" I immediately laughed. Why was this man before me able to make such a quick conclusion from just a few very common photo sheets. We just had a normal conversation without any other frills. Besides, I'm not that happy to establish relationships with others while being in relationships with others. In the photo also clearly visible we are in a public place with far apart positions. Then what's wrong?

"Why laugh? Funny huh? Oh, you can't deny. It turns out that you are completely outside of our predictions. I should have asked Ayu to be more selective when choosing a second wife candidate. Not just because the widow is poor."

"Astagfirullah," I did not expect a mas Ilham who is known by the people and the surrounding environment turned out to be able to talk sadistically to me. "Yes, I am a poor widow. Thank you for marrying me and elevating my status. But that doesn't mean you can insult me like that. After all what is wrong with the status of widows and poor. I became a widow because my previous husband died in an accident, while I was poor not our desire. Our family, especially my father, has tried hard to improve the family economy, but back again, all is God's decision. I can what? Want to force the will to become rich? Or angry with God? Not possible, right? It is the same against God's will! I'm not going to do that, be a grateful human being!" I said in a rather high voice. I was very upset by the allegations of the man who had officially become my husband.

"Ma .. sorry. That's not what I meant. Why are you all angry? I am your husband. Do you know a wife to her husband?"

"Yes know. But a husband who does not give his wife rights, what should be obeyed? Husband who has even married his wife for a week, but just talk is not. What is married for?"

I challenge Ilham. These emotions are really stirred. Never imagined would be mutually authentic like this. But I did this because he fished first!

Suddenly Ilam gently pulled both my hands before him. Kissing the back of your hand while saying sorry.

"I'm sorry, Mil. Not that I don't know how to treat you. But there are some things I can't finish so I can't give you the right as a wife." He looked at me clingy. "Now, if you will, let me do it all." without waiting for my answer, he took my head, reciting a prayer that should have been read the first night we were together. Slowly he blew my yam, then grabbed my forehead and kissed it back. "Jamila Asila, allow me as your husband to make good on the inner living that should be yours."

That night, the night that began with a debate to cause a little wound in the heart, ended with a wedding night filled with love. Yes, for some reason, that feeling suddenly appeared in the heart. I felt sure that I had fallen in love with Ilham, the man who had legally become my husband. I could have fallen in love because of the way he treated me that night.

***

"Are you awake?" mas Ilham rubbed his eyes slowly, he blinked a few times until he really looked perfectly at me. "Why don't you pray why don't you wake me?" Ask again.

He smiles. Then get out of bed. "You want to take a shower?" he glanced at me spoiled.

"No ahhh, cold." I dodged it.

"Cold? There's warm water. Come on, the reward is also great." he pulled my hand, helped me to release the face. "Thank you baby, thank you for being patient waiting until you can finally be my full bride." again he landed a kiss on the forehead.

Behind the coldness of Ilham, I did not think that he had a very romantic attitude as well. The way he treated me so gently made me feel really comfortable.

***

Not twenty-four hours away from home, not sure how many times Hpnmas Ilham rang. Not only that, the incoming message is also endless. At first I refrained from curiosity, but accidentally read also on the front screen. It turns out that the one who contacted was mbak Ayu.

"Why not lift it, mom? The message was not read either?" as we enjoyed breakfast in the hotel room.

"Later on." replied Ilham, enjoying a sandwich on his plate.

"Maybe something is important."

"If it's important, I'll get in touch too."

"Is there something with Ayu's mom? I mean, maybe Ayu doesn't like our togetherness?" Ilham did not immediately reply, he was again busy with his breakfast. "I'm sorry if I'm wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, Mil. It's just that, Ayu needs time or maybe he needs some clarity of heart. Ahhh, I can't explain it because it's all so complicated. He who seeks his own problems." said mas Ilham with a look of annoyance.

"Is Ayu sorry about our marriage?"

"Mil, we don't have to talk about this first, how? Didn't mom tell us to come here for the honeymoon? How about we just talk about things about us. I mean, what about your daughter. My daughter too. Yumna's. Will he stay in the village or be invited to Jakarta?"

Because Ilham called Yumna by name, my thoughts immediately went to my daughter. I immediately expressed all my hopes for getting back together with my little girl. Moreover, he has also been whining several times to be picked up by me.

"Well, we'll soon pick up Yumna. It's not good if he's been separated from his mother for a long time. Yumna is too small. I also do not want our marriage to be the cause of the separation of mother and child" said mas Ilham.