BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
CONFIDE IN MOM

It turned out that my mother had prepared quite a lot of dishes when we came. Mother said she had already sensed that her daughter-in-law and granddaughter would be visiting. Hence the mother cook rendang, chicken gulai and also fried tofu tempeh. All that dishes that you always serve if we gather when Eid al-Fitr.

"Emak should not bother like that, we can buy food so that the mother is not tired. Or Mila who helps my mother cook." I said that the bad heart is cooked so much when my appetite is declining because it is still cravings plus the burden of thought due to problems that are happening to me. "This is a lot, Mom. Not going to eat once." I pointed to the cooking of the mother who still left quite a lot, even though we had finished eating.

"Then you guys just stay here. So that someone eats your mother's cooking. When else try your mother cooking. Tomorrow you won't be able to cook again "Said mom, while tidying up our old dinner plates.

"How's Mi? We're staying at mom's house, right?" ask Yumna. "We haven't stayed here in a long time. Ba kangen want to sleep with mom, want to hear the story of mother about Japanese soldiers before going to bed." pinta Yumna.

"But we don't bring a change of clothes, Na." I said. Sorry I didn't bring a change of clothes.

"Your old clothes are still in the closet. Just wear it to change." said the mother.

"alright. Tonight we stay here." I said. Greeted with applause Yumna's joyful cry.

***

As planned by Yumna. Tonight, Ba'da Isya, she had already climbed up onto the bed, next to Mother. Before long began to hear a story that has been told repeatedly by my mother to Yumna, but my little girl never tired of asking her grandmother to retell the story. I who hear accidentally can memorize the story because it is often repeated.

Remember, when the Hasan bang was alive, when we visited and Yumna asked to be told. I always told bang Hasan if his mother had no other story so she had to repeat the same story many times. But said Bang Hasan, it is the way my mother remembers her life story in the past. How cruel the Japanese army that made him an orphan at a very early age.

"The boy wants all of us, his children and grandchildren to know that his life's struggle is very hard. Even so, my mother never had the desire to give up. Mother always tried to survive even though repeatedly she passed the danger until finally she could pass it as a winner." So said bang Hasan.

Not felt, my tears are shining. Remembering bang Hasan told me while rubbing my head until I finally fell asleep beside him.

"Why is our soul mate so short, bang. Just a couple years of marriage. If Abang did not go that fast, maybe now we already feel happy because Yumna has grown up, he is no longer often sick as before. It's okay to live mediocre and often even not have it, as long as there are no problems. Then it will feel comfortable, bang." I said, whispering.

"You crying, Mil?" suddenly my mother was sitting in front of me. Yumna fell asleep after listening to her grandmother's story.

"Sir," I hurriedly wiped away the tears. Shame to be found my mother crying.

"Why? What's the matter? If you need a friend to tell you a story, tell your mother, God willing she is ready to listen."

"Mr ... Mila kangen bang Hasan." I answered Jljutjur, how I feel at this time. "if bang Hasan is still alive, the three of us must be living happily. Mila doesn't have to go through all these complicated scenarios that Mila thinks are complicated."

"Hasan InshaAllah is calm there. He is a good and responsible man, I believe his job will not be difficult. This scenario is God's, Mil. You must accept the qadha and qadha of Allah with sincerity. Everything has been fair to all of us."

"Yes. But ...."

"Why Mil?"

"How do you think, mil? You were once his wife, you should have memorized what Hasan's nature was."

"Bang Hasan will forgive because he is a good person, the heart of Hasan bang very airy, as long as he is his wife, never before Mila saw bang Hasan angry or hate others. It is truly a picture of a sincere-hearted human being. Everyone who does bad is always returned with good until people are reluctant to do evil to him."

"Yes, that's how Mil. Hasan was so. Until the end of his life he didn't change at all."

"If my mother herself? Will you forgive someone who has done evil to Hasan, a very fatal deed."

"Everybody's made a mistake, Mil. If he truly repents, we must not judge him. God may have forgiven us, but we are still covered in hate. We ourselves are the losers. The people we think are evil have returned holy, but we are covered in sin. Loss, right?"

"Yes, Mak. But ...."

"But what?"

"It feels forgiving is hard, Mom. The mistake is huge."

"When, apologizing to someone is sometimes difficult, but the more difficult it will be the greater the reward. Are you not tempted by what God has promised? There is no point in carrying anger on others, no matter how bad, our job is just to forgive. Then our hearts will be calm. There will be no more burdens to make yourself lose."

"Mr,"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did Mila have to tell her the maslaha that was worrying Mila?"

"Will this be a burden?"

"Yes Mama,"

"Then get to you, Mil. Never mind. Let's forget. We forgive. Although heavy, but believe me, there is always wisdom from every test that God gives us. Even if it's not found now, it'll be in the afterlife."

"Mom!" I hugged my mother tightly. "Thank you, I listened to Mila. Accept also has helped Mila determine the attitude. Mila will try to release Mila's anger."

"Alhamdulillah. I pray the best for you, Yumna, our future son and your new family, Mil."

The sky was getting darker, from outside the house my mother heard the sound of crickets. I laid my body on the mattress that used to be always used with bang Hasan while staying at my mother's house. It did not take long, now these two blinds have been closed, drifting to the dream world, where there I saw bang Hasan waiting for mother, he waved his hand at me and Yumna.