BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
OCCASION

Although I am heavy with the arrival of guests this afternoon, but he still prepares dishes to welcome the arrival of people from Jakarta. There are several types of small meals and one large teapot of warm sweet tea that has been served on the bamboo table of our hut living room. Maybe for the people it was very ordinary, but for us family, this dish was already very luxurious. There are onde-onde, sponge cut, fried bananas, boiled cassava and gelatin. Either mom gets the money from where to buy all that.

In the living room there were already the frenzied voices of Yumna and my little niece. They sound like they want to try the show. He seduced his grandmother several times. But my mother still did not give permission, even told them to play outside or go into the room where I was locked up. The only room we had in this hut.

"The camera has arrived!" exclaim Uni Siti from behind the room curtain. "There are three people. A couple and their driver. Riding a car that seems to be expensive." added the Siti Union again.

"Ni Goddess?" my many.

"It's in the living room too. Accompanying Mom and Dad."

"Hufffff," I'm wasting my breath. Trying to arrange not to be awkward when meeting later. For some reason, these feelings are mixed. Perhaps because of confusion and fear of making the wrong decision.

"Mil .. if it's heavy, it doesn't have to continue."

"But Union,"

"Mil, let's go. Mr. Ilham and Bu Ayu are waiting!" suddenly the Goddess Union appeared in front of the room door.

"Huh? Oh yeah," I'm nervous again.

"No need to be nervous. Calm yourself, everything will be fine." The Goddess Union led my way towards the living room.

Weight. It is very heavy this step. There are many things that make me feel reluctant to leave the room. I don't know what, but I can't explain. Clearly, I was really confused, whether the decision I made was right, or just a wrong decision because it follows the ego alone

The two people sat side by side on the bamboo chair. When I was in front of them, the female guest whom I then called mbak Ayu looked at me. Cess.

She really looks perfect in my eyes. Despite his age at the head of three, he looks much younger, maybe even younger than me. She wears a milk-brown abaya, with thin makeup that adds to her beauty.

For a moment we just looked at each other, and then he smiled, came up and hugged me until I could smell what kind of perfume and what brand, but what was clearly really fragrant, indulge my smell so I don't want to let go of that scent.

"Mila's? I, Ayu." he stretched out his hand. Grasping tightly as if we were old friends who just met again.again I was made inferior because his hands felt so smooth. Is this the hand of the rich?

"Yes mbak." I forced a smile that was somehow shaped because I was really inferior.

Does she really want to share her husband with me? What is the heart of this woman before me made of? Ahhh, no. He should not worry, it should be the honey who is worried because the woman in front of me is really perfect.

"Let's talk, so that no time is wasted." union Dewi open the conversation. He began to direct that this ta'aruf process could run immediately.

"Bismillah .. okay. Previously, my husband and I would like to thank you so much for being in the middle of this family to get acquainted with all the members of this family, especially Mila." Ma'am Ayu representing her husband opened the conversation. "Our intention here, it was steady to ask Mila to be a second wife for my husband, mas Ilham. Isn't it Bi?" mbak Ayu turned to her husband who answered with a nod.

"Previously sorry, is it true that Ayu has been steady to share a husband?" suddenly, my mother spoke.

"God willing, ma'am" replied Ma'am Ayu steadily.

"But why? Why should I go with my daughter? Isn't house life mbak Ayu already very perfect, already have children too!" firmly mom.

"Mom, I understand what you're worried about right now, you must be afraid of Mila's future? My marriage and my husband is not just like most people's marriages. We are also currently undergoing dawah as one of our activities. I allow even support by also looking for a second wife for my husband. What we have decided InshaAllah we have thought and also we have entrusted to Allah by undergoing Istikharah for several months so that InshaAllah this is not just a decision based on lust alone." Ms Ayu explained at length about the reason for allowing her husband to be polygamous to all of us.

"But why Mila? He is not comparable to the beautiful, wealthy and learned mbak Ayu." Mother is still blind, not willing if her child must be a second wife.

"Bu ... first saw Mila's face through the photo, I'm very sure he will be a good honey, will not be various and God willing can be guided also help our preaching." mbak Ayu. "Especially after hearing the story of Mbak Dewi about Mila, our belief is increasing."

"Then ... What about Ilham?" the question my mother asked made our eyes fixed on her.

That man, from the beginning, didn't say a word. He just stayed by his wife's side. At a glance, I glanced at him, while his gaze was fixed on Father.

"I've left everything to my wife. For this problem, I believe he will choose the best." said Ilham mas who asserted that he and his wife had seiya seia.

But the mother remained unsatisfied with the answer of the couple. "What about the Ilham family, the Ayu family, the people in your neighborhood? Remember, after marriage you will take our children to a place far enough for us to reach. We can't look at it and watch it all the time!"

"Mom!" Dad gave a signal to Mom who was carried away by emotions. The mother still could not accept that her daughter had to undergo a polygamous marriage. Actually I understand how the mother feels, as a woman, certainly does not want her daughter to share a husband, let alone be the second. Given how people now view the status of a second wife badly.

"Please think carefully. If Mila marries and follows them, she'll be far from our sight. Being in a foreign place with a stranger, if anything, who would Mila complain to?" revealed mother.

"Mom, Mila will indeed be far from her family. But there he will be with his family too. After marriage, he will be part of our family. Mas Ilham will be her husband, while I will be her brother." replied Ayu.

"Sister? Honey sister? I don't know, I'm not sure about this." Mom's face was so disappointed. Slowly he got up from his seat, went into the room, left everyone.