BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
THE SOUND OF THE SCREAMS OF AYU

Ten o'clock at night. Tired of feeling this body after going home, then have to rearrange this room to be comfortable and in accordance with what I want. Actually there is another PR, which is washing clothes while staying, but I decided to do everything tomorrow. Besides being tired, I also do not want to cause noise due to working late at night. Anyway, if you see I am still busy nyuci, mbok Asih certainly will not stay silent, the middle-aged woman is always trying to prevent if I come to work. In fact, his job is very much.

Just laying down on a brand-name mattress that was very soft and comfortable, there was suddenly the sound of screaming from upstairs. A familiar voice in my ear. Ayu mbak voice.

What's wrong with her? Why are the nights screaming?

The scream did not stop, followed by a cry that was quite hysterical. I was very curious as to whether something had happened, but also afraid to approach. But after arguing with his mother-in-law, he no longer came out of the room.

Brucks. Now we hear the sound of stuff on the floor. I couldn't help but be curious, worried that something might happen. That's why I decided to peek out from behind the door. The four children of Ayu were lined up doing the same thing near the stairs.

Yes Rabb .. What should I do?

Just about to get out of the room, suddenly a pair of eyes belonging to Hana glanced at me. The glance is sharp enough that it can intimidate me to not dare to shuffle from the stand.

"You what?" suddenly the eldest Iqbal followed a glance after being poked Hana.

"Umi why?" my many.

"It's all because of Auntie. If Auntie hadn't come to our house, Umi wouldn't have. Now Aunt is satisfied? Remember, if anything happens to Umi, we will never forgive Auntie!" firmly Iqbal, then went upstairs to his parents' second room.

My fault? I frowned. Confused by this situation. Not finding an answer to my mistake, Hana suddenly attacked.

"Eggler!" he said, though his voice was slow but pierced into my heart.

The actor? Astagfirullah, I immediately limp in hearing it. Unexpectedly, a child as small as Hana could call it. Especially with the background of her family.

But am I really a liar? My heart immediately rejected the accusation. I'm not that low woman. Whose husband did I take anyway? Ilham? I didn't snatch it from Ayu's mother, even today they're still together. After all, it was Ayu who brought me into their household life.

So shocked to hear Hana's accusation, my body immediately trembled. Cold sweat appears. Not wanting to collapse in front of them, I quickly went into the room, locked the door from the inside, and then sat limp in front of the door.

"Yes Allah ... O Allah. Astagfirullah. I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not that bad, God. Here's the weight of the test of living a polygamous household life." I scolded in a soft voice while crying.

What I was afraid of all this time happened as well. Real life is not easy. It is true that some people say that polygamy is the highest part of marriage. It is not easy, especially if it is still worldly in the heart. Intention must also be really because of God, not just put forward lust alone.

I don't know who's wrong in the problems I'm facing right now, which I know, right now I'm really filled with great regret. Is this part of the warning of Ilham, that I must be patient through all this. Does he also know that his children are actually not ready if his father must have a new wife.

The voice of Ayu's voice was heard again. More excited than ever. I did not dare to go out, even though it was just a peek because it was crowded due to the words of the actor thrown by Hana.

"Yumna, Umi miss you son." I can only whisper calling my daughter's name. If life had been this complicated, would I have been able to bring Yumna to live together. Or will the dream last longer?

Six o'clock in thirty minutes. All breakfast menus are on the dining table. Mbok Asih and I wait for each other, hoping that all the other family members will go down as usual, before starting the activity, then will gather for breakfast. Fifteen minutes of waiting, no one came down. While waiting, suddenly the sound of footsteps came from above. Apparently, Ilham.

"Lho Mil, which kids?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head.

Mas Ilham immediately headed for the children's room, knocking one by one the door of the room. Not long after they followed his father. One by one they sat at the dinner table, enjoying breakfast in silence.

"Bi, today the school is at home first huh. Abi has an important agenda, has not been able to deliver Sabrina" Ilham said to his fourth daughter.

"Who's home study?" ask the girl.

"Hmmm, how about Aunt Mila." said mas Ilham, glancing at me.

Sabrina did not reply, she just glanced at me. While I don't know what to answer. To be honest it is still awkward because of the blatant rejection made by Iqbal and Hana.

"Sabrina let Iqbal. Later Iqbal just ride the motorcycle" said Iqbal, focusing on his food.

"It's seven o'clock, Bal. Sabrina's not ready. If you wait for him, you might be late. You're third grade, don't be late for school!" mas Ilham.

"What's up, Bi. Iqbal can call the picket teacher, ask permission to be late" Iqbal said.

"Bal, if Abi says you're leaving now. Don't argue anymore!" tehur mas Ilham.

Iqbal reflexively put the spoon and fork so that it makes a loud enough sound. He stood up from the chair. "Why should Abi always impose his will? Why don't you ever hear what we want?" Iqbal. "We're not kids anymore, you can make a choice. So please appreciate what we want!"

"You're against Abi?" lilham asked back. The father and son looked at each other, making the atmosphere at the dining table cold. While I can only listen in silence. Why is everything so messy like this?

"It's all because of that woman!" Iqbal pointed at me.

"Since when have you been so disrespectful? This is what your Umi taught you?" ask me Ilham.

"immies? Umi has nothing to do with all this. Abi as the head of the family who is not wise, why add the woman in our house? Look now, everything's fucked up. Umi's sick and we all hate that girl!" Iqbal hatch.

"Iqbali. Keep talking to you!" mas Ilham patted hard on the dining table so that everything was silent. He stared intently at his eldest son, then turned to the other children. "If you can't be polite, Abi will give you severe punishment. So please be nice!" tehur mas Ilham. "Now everyone is ready to go to school. Wait for Abi in the car!" be firm again with Inspiration.

Iqbal, Asad and Hana obey their father, they soon pass to the car while carrying their school bags.