BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
COMPETITION

To be honest, I was very upset with Ayu. It's really immature. Already know the cause of all is him, instead of realizing by accepting instead asking that I retreat. It really doesn't make any sense. Not that she wished me a thank you, but at least she could appreciate how I tried to get them to reunite.

"Always feel most entitled to determine everything. Though, even though I am the second wife, I have the same rights as her!" I can only hide. If you do not remember his sin of cursing others, maybe this heart still continues to discuss the nature of Ayu who until now I can not understand.

***

Although my relationship with Mbak Ayu has not improved, now the aroma of competition between us began to feel. Actually it was Ayu who challenged me to both try to reclaim the heart of Ilham. We both race, who can win.

At first I refused the competition because I was afraid that this was only the way Ayu to expel me from the side of Ilham mas, but after being convinced then I wanted to accept the challenge.. after all, after thinking about it, there is no harm, after all, there are no things that we make bets. We just need to compete to be the best wife. After all, marriages with more than one wife are usually like that. Between the wives will equally compete to provide the best service to get the heart of her husband.

This morning the competition began. I have prepared my favorite breakfast menu for Ilham. Rice soup complete with red crackers. This is my favorite menu I know from my mom. Actually I am grateful to be close to my in-laws because I know so many things about my husband even though we know each other.

"What's that?" ask me Ayu. He stared at the strange food that I now serve at the dinner table.

"Lho, don't you know? This is Ilham's favorite menu." I said.

"Favorite? Oh, you know where it's from?"

"Mother." jawbaku. "By the way, where is Ilham? This hour why hasn't it come down yet, mbak?"

"Well, oh. You just wait. Maybe you're ready." Ayu smiled. In the meantime, he leaves, delivering the children first before meeting his client.

***

It's eight in the morning. I waited for an hour and a half for Ilham. There is no sign of him going down. It feels so bored. My stomach also started rumbling because I had not had breakfast. But I decided to keep waiting because I want to have breakfast with Ilham mas with his favorite menu.

"Mother just eat first, later the maghnya relapse you know" said mbok Asih, who just finished shopping. Indeed, every once a week, mbok Asih out to the traditional market to shop for the needs of this family. Actually, this morning I wanted to come, but because I remember making breakfast for Ilham, I finally stopped myself to come along.

Sure enough what was said by mbok Asih. My stomach is uncomfortable now. It feels very nauseous at all. A feeling that is somewhat different from usual if my stomach disease relapses, but still just as uncomfortable.

"Hoek," I ended up vomiting too. Mbok Asih had to lead to the bathroom because my body felt very weak.

"Mother breakfast first. I make warm tea." haggard it asih.

"Make the tea warm if you can." I said.

"What time do you have breakfast?"

"Wait for Ilham first."

"Duh Ma'am, why don't you go to my dad's room. Than to wait here."

Immediately I went upstairs, to the main room. In front of the room door, I knocked on the door slowly. Calling the name of Ilham. A few minutes of waiting there was no reply, even when the sound of knocking was a bit loud.

"Well, where the hell is Ilham? Called no nyahut. Is this clock still sleeping?" I'm still guessing. Not wanting to be filled with many questions, I finally decided to send him a message because there was no way to break inside. It might even become a new problem.

[Where's mas? Why not leave the room too? I've been waiting at the dinner table since. I'm masakin masakin favorite menu. Rice soup with red crackers. Let's hunt out, I wait. I also have not had breakfast, maghnya already uncomfortable.] I sent a message.

[Lho, Miles. Ayu did not tell you that I have been leaving since dawn. I had to go to Bogor because there was a board meeting for the determination of the chairman of the foundation.] Responded mas Ilham.

Whahuh? Mas Ilham went out of town and mbak Ayu know but he did not tell me. Even pretending as if Ileham is still in the room.

Actually, actually, I should have suspected when mbak Ayu let go I waited for Ilham mas just like that after the competition between us began because after that mbak Ayu really tried hard even to direct his children to attention mas Inspiration never came to me.

[Mil ... So you haven't had breakfast?] second message from Ilham.

[Not yet mas, I think mas in the room, so I wait for the mas from earlier.] reply me.

[Yes my goodness. You don't have to do all that. If you have entered the meal or are already hungry, just eat first.no need to wait for me all.].

I did not reply to Ilham's last message, and soon passed to the room. Throwing Hp on the mattress, then follow.

It feels very disappointed. So that it overcame the hunger that I had felt earlier. Appetite was immediately lost when I knew Ilham could not eat breakfast with me.

Instead of blaming Ayu who deliberately hid the departure of Ilham mas, I blame Ilham himself who was not interested in me. I understand he left early in the morning, but there's no harm in him telling me in a message. I am now his wife. Secretly, without me noticing, there was a sense of jealousy appearing in the heart. I feel unregarded.

***

"I'm sorry Mil. Not that I don't appreciate you as a wife, but ..." mas Ilham persuaded that I no longer be angry with her. As soon as he came home from Bogor, he immediately approached me who had been locked up all day in the room.

Earlier, I did directly convey the disappointment I felt in Ilham. He has sent several apologies, but I did not reply to any. Even Ilham tried to call, again the phone was not picked up.

"Mil, really, don't shut up like this. I really cannot be silenced by you." he still begged for an apology. "What do I have to do to make you forgive?

"Promise will fulfill it?" my many.

"What do you want to ask for? Don't ask for something that is forbidden, Mil. I beg you." he asked, linking the two hands in front.

"Depends!" I answered, smiling triumphantly.