
Eventually the three adults left the dining table. Mas Ilham first, followed by mbak Ayu and mbak Sita. I do not care if they will continue the conversation or stop because of the rejection response of Ilham. I believe that the man who has been insulting me can make the right decision.
Inspiration has stated that getting married again is not an easy matter. There is such a huge responsibility. Facing the two of us he was already in trouble, let alone having to add again. It'll just make him dizzy.
Right now what concerns me is the psychological state of the children. Exactly four children mbak Ayu who participated in listening to the talk of his parents. Their youngest, Ibed, did not eat together because he had rested in the room first.
Hana, he who looks instantly changed. The little girl got up from her seat. He walked towards me. His body shook withstanding the tightness. Suddenly, without my consent, he burst into my arms crying sobbing.
"Hana doesn't want to have a mother anymore" he said among his sedu sedu. "Umi Mila .. will that aunt be our third umi?" tanyanya, still sobbing. "Aren't you Umi Mila? Don't yeah. Hana does not want, just two Umi. No more adding to it."
"Honey, trust everything the same Abi, yes." I said. "Sure to make the right decision for all of us."
Hana shook her head quickly. "Tell Abi, don't marry her again. We don't want to have a new mother anymore. We don't want to." he shook his head. "Speak to Abi, Umi Mila. Abi will definitely listen to Umi. Help us. We don't want to be the subject of friends at school. Hana is tired of being bullied to be excommunicated so!"
"Who's making fun, Hana?" my many.
"Friends." he replied. "Hana's ashamed."
"Why are they making fun, Hana?" ask again. "What did Hana do wrong, son?"
"Not Hana, but Umi!"
"Why Umi?"
"They said Umi was sick, so Abi got married again. Uni should be treated in a mental hospital. That's what they know from their mothers. Every day the mothers would talk about the matter as they gathered to take their children to see and mock Hana." Hana recounts her friends' behavior to her. It turns out that there is one of the parents of students who know that mbak Ayu is taking treatment to a psychologist so that the story is circulating everywhere, of course with added spices. Especially after the second marriage Ilham with me who added to their belief that actually mbak Ayu is not being good soul so her husband chose to marry again.
Polygamy is still foreign to most people. A second marriage is always considered negative. If not for his wife who is lacking, her husband is the one who is in trouble.
"Hana, shut up!" Suddenly Iqbal rebuked his sister. "What are you talking about Umi? How you talk like that. You can't keep Umi feeling up to being able to say all that?"
"It was not Hana who said, but ..." again Iqbal rebuked his sister.
"Whoever says it to you, you should argue. Not even to join Umi. You want to be a bad boy? If Umi hears, how does Umi feel?" Iqbal said that he could not wait to face his sister.
"Hana just said what Hana heard. They made fun of Hana because of Umi. Iqbal knew everything, but Iqbal did not try to do anything to block everything. Why don't you talk to Hana's friends' parents. Prohibit them from talking about Umi or Iqbal mas prevent Umi to bring new mother-to-be again!" Hana won't lose.
"It's all her fault, why are you even killing Umi?" Iqbal. It means he can't accept me yet.
"No. Don't lie to yourself! Umi is wrong, not Umi Mila." said Hana.
"immies? Oh, so now you call her Umi. Then now you're her son, not Umi's son anymore?"
"The evil Iqbal. Intentionally turning everything around like Umi did. Hana does not want to follow Umi's will again if Umi does not change as before!"
"Whatever. Now you seem to have eaten his talk. So you're more defending him than Umi?" chase Iqbal. "How much you Hana. You remember, who gave birth to you. it was Umi. not her..Knows you!"
"Hana knows, but if it's wrong don't defend it."
"Umi's not wrong, she's the one who took Abi from us. she's also the one who made umi sick because in addition to taking Abi, she also took grandmother from Kuta all. she's the evil Hana!"
The two brothers were angry. Hana tried to get out all the uneg-uneg that stuck her heart according to the facts she knew. While Iqbal still persisted with his stance even though he also knew that what he was defending was wrong.
"The evil Iqbal. Mas Iqbal is just like Umi, just selfish!" Hana was still crying, disappointed that she finally ran to her room. While Iqbal looked at me sharply, blaming me for his mother's mistake.
"What do you think of Ayu's plan?" ask me Ilham. We sat together in the back garden and enjoyed a cup of tea.
"About Sita?" I confirmed the direction of Ilham's conversation.
"Yes." Yeah."
"I believe the decision I will make is the best. If you're ready, please, but if not, you better not try."
"Actually my knowledge of polygamy is still very low, Mil. That's why it's hard for me to get married again." she took a slow breath. "But ... You're not surprised by Ayu's plan?"
"Initially shocked,"
"Then you're not jealous?"
"Why should I be jealous?"
"Surely Ayu already told me all about my past and Sita, right?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Then you're not jealous?"
"Not so."
"Why is that?"
"Why should I be jealous too? I understand, mas will not easily decide to marry again because the problems in our household are quite complicated. I must be dizzy, right?" I intended to mark it, but instead made Ilham angry.
"I thought you'd be angry because you felt ..."
"Feeling inferior, rivaled? Because Mbak Sita is smarter, richer, beautiful and well educated?".
"It's not like that, Mil,"
"Mas ..jealousy exists, but it need not be exaggerated because of what I married." I answered confidently.
"Mil, thank you for believing in me and always supporting me." When he was about to kiss my forehead, suddenly Iqbal and the others ran at us.
"Abi ... Abb ... Abi!" call Iqbal.
"Why Bal?" ask me Ilham.
"Name ... Um, Bi." Iqbal pointed inward.
"Why Umi?"
"Umi's gone" Iqbal and Ilham's mas ran inside.
While I was hindered by Hana who came back in my arms. He was crying so much.