BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
PORRIDGE FOR AYU MBAK

"Milah's patient, yes." mbok Asih rubbed my shoulder slowly. While I was still drifting in worry until tears involuntarily dripped. I'm honestly confused what to do. Being in a place that almost everyone is hostile to me, except for Ilham mas and mbok Asih.

Slowly, I wiped away the tears. Trying to calm down, God willing, everything will be fine. I will admit my mistake to Ilham and apologize to Hana even though it might be difficult for her to apologize.

"Mbok, why was the porridge brought again?' I glanced at the porridge bowl that was now on the table not far in front of me. "Isn't that for Ayu's mom?"

"Eh yes, Mom. I even forgot to say that Bu Ayu had asked Ms Mila to deliver the porridge to the room."

"Huh, me? Why should I mbok?"

"Come, Ma. I am confused too. I'm just sending you a message."

"Yes, I'm delivering now" I said, not wanting to get into any new trouble. Before leaving, I wiped the remaining tears again, making sure there were no traces left so as not to provoke curiosity.

Tok to tok. I knocked slowly on the door of Ayu's room. Soon, his voice told me to come in.

The room was very large, three times larger than the room I was occupying now it was now wide open. This is the first time I've seen the inside. In front was a large window with white curtains decorated with golden tassels. In the middle of the room, there is a large mattress, with a white gold bed cover. Beside him, there was a dressing table with a large glass. Lots of makeup neatly arranged there.

While on the wall, there are two large cabinets, not far from there is a baby box that is definitely an Ibed bed. Exactly in front of the bed as a large sofa in white facing the television with a very wide screen. A truly perfect luxury room.

"Why do you like this room? I like it okay. That's a sign that your taste is high. But you should know yourself, too, Mil. Where did you come from? You're a nobody. Don't forget yourself. Don't dream too high!" firmly, Ayu who was sitting on the bed with Ibed who had fallen asleep not far from him.

"Now, no. A room like this is not my taste" I said, chuckling. I'm self-conscious, really. I wouldn't stay in a room this big alone either. Bothered to clean it up, too. "It's mbak, I want to canterin porridge for mbak Ayu. Eat it." I said, as if I were, laying porridge on the table beside his bed.

"Get out of our lives, Mil!" mbak Ayu.

"Why mbak? Wasn't that the mother who brought me here?"

"But now I don't need you."

"I'm married to Ilham. Getting me to leave won't be that easy. Mas Ilham had to divorce me first so I could go home."

"You can sue him. It'll be easier."

"Astagfirullah, marriage is not to be toyed with like that. Besides, why would I have to take me in my household if it ended up being like this!"

"Mila .. I'm not comfortable with you. I don't like women who are too bold and brave. You don't know what I'm saying!"

"Which part, mbak?"

"Astagfirullah, I never thought like that, ma'am!"

"You could have kept dodging, but reality says otherwise. You also deliberately did not bring your daughter along to be free to flirt with my husband."

"Oh Allah .. not like that, ma'am. If you know how tormented I am far from Yumna. I also want to live with him. So now I want to accept my mother's offer to take Yumna with me. Seriously mbak. Besides, you can realize that now Ilham is not only my husband, but also my husband and it is all for the matchmaking that mbak Atut. I have a share in our marriage. But why is it acting the opposite now?"

"You're out of my life, Mil. Just go! You are a poisonous snake! You want to ruin my marriage, right? You want to take my husband?" the accusations were again leveled by Ayu, he who initially could still hold himself back hysterically. Of course his screams made the rowdy whole house that was actually very large. The sleeping Ibed also woke up. The two-year-old was crying hysterically. "Aaaaaaaa ...." Ma'am Ayu is completely hysterical. His attitude certainly confused me.

"Oh Allah, why is it? If I'm wrong, we'll talk good. Didn't it all start well. Why does it have to be like this, ma'am?" I tried to hold onto Ayu's mother who could not control her emotions.

Ma'am Ayu is not just screaming. He tried to bang his head against the bedpost repeatedly.

"Name ...." Iqbal and his sisters entered the room when they saw his mother screaming. Soon Mbok Asih came.

"Mbok, how's this?" my many.

"Mother why, Miss Mila?" ask mbok Asih.

"So angry again, kept hysterical until this" I said

"What are you doing, umi?" Iqbal encouraged me to get away from his mother immediately.

"You must have hurt our Umi, right? Basic evil ... evil .. evil you!" Hana couldn't help but come back to attack me with her little punches.

The excitement happened for a while in the room mbak Ayu until finally he fell unconscious to the floor. The kids are getting hysterical. I myself get carried away with emotions because I continue to be attacked by them with false accusations.

"Shut up!" I finally screamed. I can't speak slowly because no one wants to listen. "If you are all noisy, I will whip everything at your Abi so that you may be punished!" I said, firmly.

The children seemed to be afraid of the threat I gave them. They're silent. Although Hana and Sabrina cried holding her mother.

"Mbok, please call Farid to help me bring Ayu's mother to the hospital. Mbok Asih please take care of the children. I'll call Ilham to follow us to the hospital." I said.

We acted quickly. Bring Mbak Ayu to the hospital he used to visit if his condition recurred. Actually, the children forced Ayu to come, especially Iqbal and Hana. But I managed to reject their request. Of course still with threats.

The only ones who left were me, Ayu and Farid. Bringing along children who are still prejudiced against me will only add to the problem. I'm not sure there won't be any debate between us. On the way, I did not forget to call Ilham. He promised to go straight back home even though it takes time because of the trip from Bogor to Jakarta.