BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
MEET

These lips were completely mute, while the body trembled to see the figure of Ayu's mother who was now lying on a hospital bed with many hoses attached to her hands. His body was really thin, very conspicuous, different when we were about to part.

Is that the burden he is carrying? Is there a doctor who can treat it?

"Mila?" Ayu's eyes opened slowly. His dry lips spoke with a trembling voice. It looks like a real trouble. "Alhamdulillah, you will finally go home, Mil. I'm so happy, I still have the chance to meet you before I close the age ...."

Brucks. I'm throwing at him. Like a sister crying in her brother's arms. It felt, at this moment, the anger and hatred I felt yesterday had thinned and almost disappeared, just like the iceberg was melting and the water was flowing, disappearing. Now there is only regret. Why must a day be missed with hatred.

This is the path God has set on us. He did make a mistake, so fatal that it made Bang Hasan lose his life. But he also felt pain that was no less painful, that is, had to feel pain that was quite severe, it was new physical, plus the mind that was not calm because of feelings of guilt. Repeatedly Ayu said that he was very sorry and ready to take responsibility for his actions.

"I've really sinned a lot on you, Mil. I'm really mean. You lost your husband and Yumna became an orphan. I am very sinful, whether or not that mistake can be redeemed.

Mila .. It feels so tired to be me. The life I've lived all this time never felt happy. Since I was a child, even though I had everything, but it felt like I was alone, no one really loved me. Even when I came back to find my mother. He also does not care much for me than the luxurious life he always glorified.

Marrying the man I love is the same. He doesn't really care about me. Our marriage was bland. It's like a formality. There is no love or warmth. I was completely locked up in solitude. Hngga finally you are present in my life, becoming my honey. Perhaps for most people honey is a poison for him. But you're not Mila. You are truly sincere, always trying to do the best for us so that I am moved and feel more guilty.

I'm sorry Mila. Forgive me. I'm really sorry. It's made you lose your husband. It's been trapping you as my honey but it's a lot of your rights that I lost. Also I always make you eliminated from the side of Ilham mas until I finally realized, it will not be that easy to eliminate a sincere person like you. I'm sorry Mila," cried Ayu broke.

I really could not bear to make him who was already thin and looked helpless trying to get up to get an apology from me.

"I'm sorry Mila, forgive ...." In a weak voice he tried to get up, but I held it with both hands.

"It has. It's been. I gave it all away, ma'am. I have forgiven you." I said, with tears in my eyes.

We both hugged. So tight. Crying each other until I finally feel the embrace mbak Ayu increasingly stretched until finally released.

I know, sooner or later everything will happen. Although really crowded to lose the figure of honey that I have considered as my own brother, but I have been sincere.

***

While sowing flowers on top of the navel, my memory shifts towards a moment that occurred about eight months ago. When Ayu came to my house with Ilham. He was trying to be nice to me, a side I was really hard to find after we got to Jakarta. He's actually a good man, it's just that circumstances make him evil.

After praying for Ayu's mother, I rose with Yumna and mother, making room for Ilham, the children and Sila. We waited a few meters from Ayu's grave while keeping an eye on them.

Fifteen minutes later, Ms. Sila got up, followed by a woman who signaled to her children that we were going home.

"Iqbal wants to stay here, accompany Umi!" firmly Iqbal, when Ilham mas again called him because only he was still sitting in front of the tombstone Ayu mbak. Her sisters are also preparing to go home.

"It's late afternoon, Bal. Let's go home first. Come here again tomorrow. Besides at home there are also guests who want to come to worship" said Ilham.

"No. Abi just go home, Iqbal stay here!" emphatically. "There will be Asih and Fang Farid manggs guarding the house!" he insists.

"Bal" Madam Sila persuaded her eldest grandchild, but still did not make Iqbal change his mind.

"What's going home for? Iqbal wants to stay here. Abi realized no, all this time Abi has been really evil on umi. Plus that girl. He's made umi leave us all. Now you have Iqbal go home, stay with him. Do you think Iqbal can live a quiet life with him that has made Umi sick!" scream Iqbal.

"Bang!" mas Ilham did not want to lose, so that made my body tremble because it was shocked by the father and son who mutually agreed. "You don't know anything, so don't just talk. Ask maaysama Umi Mila, then we go home!"

"No. It will never. I will never apologize to that woman. He should be the one apologizing to me. He's the one who made the five of us lose the Umi. She's a bad girl, she's the one who's been making us sick. Abi should have realized, open Abi's eyes. That woman is evil, bi. Today he can get rid of Umi, it is possible that later he will get rid of us Abi children!" Iqbal again.

"Iqbal!" Mas Ilham was really inflamed. He who was already very physically tired was now assaulted by his soul as well.

"Bal, be careful when you speak." Mom stood up for me, making the young man even more inflamed.

"Grandmother is the same. You guys are so mean to umi. What's wrong with Umi so you can treat Umi like that? You're making Umi suffer. You want to replace her position with that woman. If you don't like Umi anymore, let umi live with her children. Don't bother Umi until she's sick!" ibal still continues to corner me, accusing me of being the cause of his mother's death. Even when Madam Sila who is his mother mayu helped explain everything to Iqbal, he still did not want to listen. For him I was the guilty one until again the father and son quarreled.