BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
MUNJINGAN THE VILLAGE

Actually, the distance between my house and my mother's house is not too far away. It can be taken on foot for not ten minutes. It's just that I want to buy souvenirs for my mother, we have not met for a long time, not communicate because my mother does not have HP. I can imagine how lonely her mother lives today, at the age of twilight spending time alone because only Bang Hasan is the only child she has. While her grandson had to come with me, I moved to a very distant place with me.

Given that, I felt guilty for my mother. I shouldn't be selfish, leaving my mother alone. I should have been devoted to my mother, accompanied her in old age, not even remarried. But there were also my parents who were struggling economically. Just marrying Ilham was the solution I could get.

Since remarrying, Ayu actually also provides alimony for the mother he entrusted through mother. The amount is more than enough.. But still, the name of money will not be able to replace affection.

"Mi, what do we buy for mom?" yumna asked, shaking my arm.

Fortunately, Yumna broke my daydream, otherwise I almost returned to tears because I was carried away.

"We buy a banana sponge mother's favorite, yes." I give a suggestion, remembering how much she likes banana balls, the same as what bang Hasan likes. Ahh, again my heart becomes sad when I think of those two people.

Both of us went to the cake shop at the very end. In addition to buying banana balls, we also bought several other small snacks according to Yumna's request. He said he had wanted the food for a long time, but in Jakarta no one sold it. The shopping is already at the mall.

"That's why Na doesn't like living in Jakarta. The snacks are not as good as those sold in this market. There is only ciki ciki ciki chocolate chocolate that tastes too sweet. Na was afraid of eating mostly snacks there even his teeth became a hole." said Yumna, to make me laugh. That's because Yumna hasn't gone to a traditional market or to the Benhil area

as well as those in Central Jakarta, there are many who sell typical West Sumatra foods. I have been invited to mbok Asih twice there when I miss my hometown and it feels very satisfied to be able to find the various snacks I want.

"Eh, Mila?" suddenly someone a few years old was clinging onto me, gently patting my shoulder. He was with two friends I didn't know, probably living next door. Apparently Nilam, one of the friends of Hasan bang who said people have been harboring feelings for Abinya Yumna since the bench madrasah. Unfortunately his love clapped one hand because finally bang Hasan even proposed to me. Until now, the union Nilam was not married, when bang Hasan died, he had come and looked very hit.

"Union Nilam," I threw a smile.

"How are you Mil? Long time no two. Last time was Hasan's funeral, huh?" tanyakanya.

"Yes ni. Thank goodness good news..Uni how?"

"This is how Mil is." he forced a smile. "Cock is here? Back to the village again? What I heard said is that you now live in Jakarta?" ask uni Nilam. "Your second marriage news is enough to shake this village, Mila. A lot of people talk about it. That's why I also know that it turns out ...." He glanced at his two friends.

"Yes Ni" I answered, short. Because I'm not comfortable talking about my life right now. Especially about the polygamy he wants to talk about. In my village, people's judgments about polygamy are still very negative. They consider the second wife always as the destroyer of other people's households.

"Duh Mila, I really didn't expect that you'd finally remarry and now you're pregnant, huh?" he glanced at my stomach.

"Yes," I answered again.

I didn't answer. Just look at it, wondering which way it's going.

"Waving his eyes, his first wife directly huh? Well, I really didn't expect any wife to share a husband like your honey, Mil. She must be a very remarkable woman. His heart is so wide. Curious, what is it like? I just know that he is rich, but I don't know what his physical condition is? Not beautiful? How to get honey young like you. But by the way Mil, you yourself are not interested in finding the third honey?" he smiled meaningfully at me. A smile that feels strange.

"Sorry uni, I have to leave immediately." I'm preparing to leave. The comfort is really no more.

"Where the hell is Mil? So rushed!" he tried to prevent my move.

"I'm going to my mom's house, this is "I answered.

"Well, it's great that you're Mil. Despite being married to another rich man but still remember your former in-laws." he laughed with his friends.

"There is no such thing as a former in-law or former son-in-law, uni. My mother is still my in-law! Sorry, but excuse me "

"Yes Mil. Don't forget my message. If you want honey, offer it to us. Who wouldn't want to be the wife of a rich man. Just a few months married his house has been transformed like a palace. So the third or fourth you don't refuse! Importantly rich! Not like Hasan first, mediocre." exclaimed uni Nilam.

His voice that was loud enough immediately invited the attention of people around so now they glanced at me while whispering to each other.

O Allah. My steps were stiff because those gazes were on me. My ears were hot as they talked about me in a voice deliberately made a little loud for me to hear.

"O, so this is Zul sir's son who became the second wife? Geez, it's still young and pretty. It looks so good, doesn't it have a heart? Didn't you know her mother how to keep other women feeling? But yes, the name of money can blind the eyes of anyone. Even his parents accepted it because it had been bought!"

"When the child is a girl, but not afraid of what karma? Become an actor!"

Again, they talk about actors. Something that obviously has nothing to do with polygamy. The second wife does not mean a liar!

"Why do Mi, the mothers like to gossip?" ask Yumna.

"Come away." I replied, continuing to go faster while guiding Yumna's hand.

"When said Mr. Ustadz, the most women in hell one of them because they like to gossip." Yumna bobbing heads.