BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
TABAYYUNS

About two dozen mothers gathered on the terrace of the mushalla. I gathered them, of course after asking for Takmir's permission with a special invitation. They were the ones we thought would often gossip about me. In accordance with the information from the mother and union Siti. Some I know quite closely because we are neighbors, some only know the name because I rarely interact with others.

Accompanied by Siti's union, I delivered a greeting, the reason why I invited them. Want to share the story as well as explain implicitly that my household is fine even though I am a second wife. So they don't really need to talk about me.

"So mothers, whose names are wives in polygamy does not mean seized by actors. The second wife was not that low." I said, smiling, trying as casually as I could, though my chest was rumbling withholding furiously, want to tell them that the polygamy that is in accordance with the Shari'a is not as bad as what is on their minds. But that is how people today view polygamy, always considered ugly. Though not all, just because of the work of the person, so everything is considered the same. "After I explained, does anyone want to ask? Want to ask about the household I live in is also okay." I said.

"Common in the pardon, better ask now mothers. Instead of being talked about in the back, his name is ghibah. The sins!" Firmly uni Siti, thus making mothers smile in shame. "Mom don't want to, does his sin move to the person being gossiped? So if something is going wrong, just ask now!" add the Siti union again.

Because no one wants to ask questions or just issue arguments, so I ask Siti's union to distribute the food and groceries that I have prepared. I purposely gave them quite a lot of gifts in hopes that they would be embarrassed to talk about me again. Besides there is no benefit to them, it will only increase sin.

"This is my thanks to the mothers who talked about me in the back. I know that my decision to remarry as a second wife was a controversial one, but InshaAllah has no Shari'a that I have violated and according to Allah this is permissible. That's why I did it." I said.

Again they were silent. Embarrassed to take the gift I had prepared, but unfortunately also if left because the parcel is very they need because the average person in my village is middle to lower economy, middle to lower, more are below the poverty line. So if there is help like this, it means a lot to them.

I think I have given them enough explanation. That's why I let them go home in the hope that there's no more talk behind me.

"Union Goddess!" I arrested one of the mothers present on the terrace of the mushalla. "The briefcase wasn't brought?" My toot. When he saw the Goddess Union pitching after leaving the parcel that was prepared for him.

"No need to Mil, just give it to the others." The Goddess Union was about to pass.

"Why? Uni still got shy to take? Not feeling good after what uni did to me?"

"What are you talking about Mil? Oh yes, if you want to discuss personal matters, next time do not use mushalla. It can be in your home. Your home is now wide. Accommodating twenty guests is enough!"

"It's the one who's spreading the no-no gossip about my household."

"Not Nududu. I have proof, Ni. Rozi has confessed. The one who taught him to provoke the TPA children was uminya. Uni. And so are those mothers. It is also the Union that provokes!"

The Goddess Union could no longer dodge. Before clarification, I had indeed gathered the evidence so that he could not evade it anymore.

"Then what do you want Mil?" the question of the Goddess Union left me inexhaustible. He makes trouble, but why does he also seem to be the victim. "All right, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done any of that. But that means well, Mila. You should know, from the beginning I sincerely helped you and your family. I'm concerned about you guys. I deliberately did all that so that you would immediately return to Mr. Ilham. You're gonna have another baby, Mil. All this has happened, of course, with God's permission. So accept the written destiny for you!"

"Then what about my heart, this? What about Yumna who lost her father? With a mother who lost her child? Also with his own bang Hasan. He didn't get justice" I said

"Credicate or not. My life is not calm, Mila. I feel nervous every day. So too with Ayu. He is also not calm. But now he intends to report himself to the police once he is healthy. Then what's less, Mila?"

Less what? I don't know. Sometimes I want to be selfish, ask that Hasan bang be returned so that my life is calm as before. But it is true that the Goddess union says that this has all been God's destiny for me. It is written in the love of Lauh Mahfuz and can no longer be changed because the ink is dry.

"Mil .. believe me, we are not bad people. We do it all because we want to be responsible. We also feel guilty and regret everything!" The Uni Dewi.

"Go!" I said.

I turned around. Leaving the Mushalla court. Just walk by. Even ignoring the call of the union Siti and Yumna were already waiting for me.

This leg keeps stepping. Getting further. Leaving the crowd of neighbors who passed by. Not even their greeting was anything I responded to because my mind was in a mess. This leg only stopped after being right in front of the tomb bang Hasan.

"Abang .. I'm sorry." I said, sitting down, holding a tombstone bearing his name. "It feels like everything is passing so quickly. Our togetherness is too fast. My brother is no longer with us. I myself have not been able to determine the attitude, whether to forgive them or still hate. Everything feels heavy, bang. I can't accept the fact of being a family with the one who's already made you lose your life." The circles just keep flowing, the faster, I let the crying explode. Sometimes we have to spill everything in order to feel calm.

My mother no longer exists. Now there is only Yumna. Somehow I will tell him about what happened to Abinya. And can he forgive everything? Including accepting the fact that his mother had become the honey of the woman. It is not easy, but I must immediately determine the attitude, end it all or continue to carry the inner wound.