BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
SPARRED

"What's Mila?" mas Ilham looked at me without a blink, it looked right that he was so curious.

It's time to avenge Ayu. Thought. Besides, I have the same rights and I don't think this is part of Ayu's menzolimi. That's why I convey my wish to Ilham.

"Astaghfirullah, I think you'd like something, Mil. I really deg-degan. Until the cold heat of his son-in-law." said mas Ilham.

"What do you think I want?" ask me, frowning. Trying to guess my husband's mind.

"No." he smiled. "But your tumben asked for company tonight, you didn't ...?"

"What?" I immediately widened my eyes at Ilham mas, worried that he thought no-no. Oh, that means my guess was not-janhan right, he thought I was thinking no-no.

"Do you really want me to sleep here tonight? Later even regretted and then told me to go back to Ayu's room like it used to be. Remember, I don't want to be rejected twice!"

"This time I'm not going to kick the mas, promise!"

"You don't feel sorry for Ayu if tonight she's in trouble with Ibed?"

"Well, have you ever been to Ibed?"

Mas Ilham bobbing head. I do remember he said it when he was going to stay with me, but I told him to go to Ayu's place because I was worried that Ayu needed a friend to take care of Ibed.

"Yes, then sleep here tonight." I asked.

"Alright my beloved wife, my heretic. Tonight I belong to you!" he said, while peeping my forehead.

"Ehhh, don't think of anything because nothing will happen!" my firmness.

When Ilham teased me, suddenly my bedroom door was knocked. Apparently Sabrina, he was told by Ayu to call his father to the room immediately. Ayu's mother used the excuse that Ibed was fussy. A reason that has always been a mainstay so that Ilham mas soon meet him.when in fact Ibed is not really fussy. I don't know, for tonight I don't want to care too much about him because I'm still upset after being bullied by Ayu yesterday.

"I went to ayu's place first, then straight here again." Pamit mas Ilham's.

"good. But it can't be long. If it comes a long time, I will lock the door and I will not forgive you!" i'm affirming.

***

The request I submitted to Ilham mas was judged presumptuous by mbak Ayu. She was even very angry, even though it was also my right as the second wife of Ilham.

"You don't think about how our children feel by asking my husband to stay in your room. You know that Iqbal, Asad and Hana were teenagers, they were shaken when they found out his father was with you!" mbak Ayu.

"Mila .. don't ever ask Maa Ilham to stay in your room again, or ...."

"Or what, mbak?"

"You still have a heart, right?"

Ayu continued to threaten, forcing me to no longer be close to Ilham mas by using his son as an excuse.

"It should not be known, it's a risk if we stay home. Inevitably the children must know that Ilham mas is no longer only owned by mbak, but he is also my husband!" I said firmly.

"I really did not expect, a village woman like you turned out to be sneaky as well. I guess you're different, at least you still have a heart for kids who don't know anything. It turns out that you are the same, as selfish as the female destroyer of other people's households!"

"Who ruined whose household, ma'am? Ma'am who invited me here, don't ever forget that. Honestly, I'm sick of hearing the chatter that just twirled there. Making children as a shield even though I do not know what I do is my right to some of the wives of Ilham and no one has the right to prevent it!"

I don't know why, I finally got hooked. No longer want to budge until the debate that led to a mouth fight ensued.

"Duh Bu Ayu ... Madam Mila, please don't fight like this. The kids saw it!" pinta mbok Asih who tried to mediate us.

"Silence you mbok. Don't interfere in our affairs. After all you are here to work for me, not for the women of this village. So don't ever try to defend him or I'll fire you!" Ayu's mother threatened Asih.

"Bak no need to be so angry at mbok Asih," I was getting annoyed with the disrespectful attitude mbak Ayu. But he still feels most powerful because this is his home, so he can do his best to anyone here. Moreover, our status is indeed below it economically.

Arguing with Ayu completely drains my energy. This body feels very weak. That's why I decided to end. However, as long as we are not equally receptive between the two sides, the existing ones will remain like this. So a debate that won't find a way out.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in arguing with you anymore. I want to take a break to my room." I said.

"Where are you going? Don't go yet! You promised to follow all my words!" Ma'am Ayu tried to intercept my move. He seems unsatisfied, though, still want to impose his will even though I have said firmly that I will not follow his wishes because what I ask Ilham is my right without violating any norms. "Mila!" mbak Ayu still did not want to give up just like that, he even blocked my left arm until I had trouble walking.

"Mbak, what the hell. Let go of me." I asked. I think my body is getting weaker. I could no longer support this body until it fell to the floor even though it was still conscious, but it felt like my head was really spinning like it wanted to collapse.

"Milah Mom!" there was a voice shouting asih. Looks like he's the one propping up so that my body doesn't just collapse.

"You why? Mila! Don't pretend, you're deliberately pretending to faint so you can escape me, right?" recite Ayu in a rather loud voice.

I can't answer anymore. Can only hear the voices of Ayu and her children arguing with each other. While mbok Asih tried to make me aware by rubbing my forehead and massage my arms and fingers.