BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
A NEW DAY

Household affairs now turned completely to me, although aided by Asih mbok still makes me nervous. Actually the hardest is taking care of the five children mbak Ayu, who is also my contact child. Only Sabrina and Ibed can hold her heart. While Iqbal, Asad and Hana who returned showed rejection of my presence after the relics of his mother.

"Try to take the children's heart with cooking, Mom," suggested mbok Asih.

I snap a finger. True also the word of the khadimat in our house. Maybe the food I make will make them comfortable with me. Is not one way to touch the heart of another person is to pamper his stomach.

This morning, I also started preparing a simple breakfast menu but usually liked by everyone. Fried rice seafood. Children usually love seafood. I hope that what I do is liked by them.

Once breakfast hours, one by one the residents of the house out. They want to get back into activity. I waited for them at the dinner table with the fried rice that had been served first. The delicious aroma I believe can be appetizing.

But unfortunately my hope was in vain, when only Ilham, Sabrina, Yumna and Ibed stopped by. While Iqbal, Asad and Hana pass by.

"No breakfast?" My toot. There's no answer. They were indifferent, as if they did not hear me speak.

"Iqbal ... Asad ... Hana, where are you going?" mas Ilham who realized that the children did not pay attention to me helped. But they keep quiet. "Iqbal!" Mas Ilham lost his patience, he stopped his first steps with a clash. "You heard abi, didn't you?" Mas Ilham was forced to intervene, he blocked his son's arm.

"Deliver Bi!" Iqbal.

"Can you hear Abi talk? Why not answer? What's wrong with you, talk to Abi!" Said Ilham in a high tone.

"Iqbal won't talk to Abi!" answer Iqbal.

"Why again?"

"Iqbal said it, right. Iqbal doesn't like that woman in our house. He's the one who caused umi to die!"

"Don't just talk to you. If you don't know what's going on, you better shut up!"

"Heh, quiet? Dong's wish for Abi and the woman."

"Iqbal!" Mas Ilham was really angry, I hurriedly broke up before there was a commotion back. Last time they argued it was almost a blow.

"Why? Want to hit Iqbal? Let's hit. Iqbal is not afraid, but Iqbal will not be silent, Iqbal will report Abi to the police station so that Abi is imprisoned!"

"Astagfirullah,"

To stop the debate I was forced to pull Ilham mas into the room in the hope that Iqbal would leave immediately so that the unhealthy debate did not need to continue.

"Mas, please be patient with the children. They just lost their mother. It's not easy to face all that." I said.

"But Iqbal was already brash. Allowed he may be increasingly becoming-jqdi."

"Yes, but in a gentle way. He's still grieving, let him calm down first. Iqbal is a good boy, he will be good again. He just needs time."

Fortunately, Ileham complied with me, he followed all my advice and will try to be more patient with Iqbal.

Starting the morning with a commotion, apparently the day I went through now was not easy. Now, being the only wife of Ilham made me not only take care of the children and the house, but also had to accompany her who was newly appointed as the head of the foundation to attend the inauguration.

I am not accustomed to attending a formal event plus being the wife of the leader here is certainly the center of attention of people, but very rigid. Of all those present, I realized that not everyone liked me, maybe even a small part or even nothing because the previous image attached to me was bad enough because of the framing mbak Ayu when we were at odds. Unfortunately, before Ayu closed his age, my brother did not seem to have time to confirm how we really are, how the marriage between me and Ilham mas. All people know is that I am a second wife at a younger age than Ayu. It has become the subject of people's gossip. Especially in this country whose name is polygamy is more viewed as bad because of the actions of people.

"Bu Ayu, uh I mean ..." a woman wearing a long robe with menor makeup greeted me. He deliberately hung his words.

"Mila," I said, extending a hand. Wish he could be my friend because I was really alone. Although our initial conversation was uncomfortable.

"Oh yes, Madam Mila. I'm sorry Mom, I still remember Bu Ayu. You see Bu Ayu who used to accompany Mr. Ilham, although now Bu Ayu is no longer there but still we - we remember the wife of Mr. Ilham ya Bu Ayu" he said.

I forced a smile. Just like I thought, they haven't been able to accept me here.

The discomfort was not only from the mother who first greeted me. But almost everyone. They always compare me with mbak Ayu, they think we are very old. Like heaven and earth. Although they convey through subtle innuendo, but enough to make me speechless.

Ma'am Ayu. Ma'am Ayu. Ma'am Ayu. It felt like I wanted to disappear from this place, when no one could accept me.

Actually from the beginning I have been trying to encourage, but still, the feeling of inferiority appeared as well, especially now that I am two-bodied. Maybe because of the influence of hormones that make me get carried away.

Not wanting to constantly be the months of mother-mother innuendo, I finally decided to go out.

Now should be a new day for me. But it turns out the challenge is greater than having honey. My image is already ugly and I have no power to change it.

"Mil, how is it outside?" apparently Madam Sila caught up with me.

"Eh Ma'am," I hurriedly removed the glasses in his eyes before he spilled.

"You crying?"

"No."

"What's up, Mil? Tell me, did anyone hurt you?"

"No, ma'am, it's just not comfortable there yet."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's not my place. It seems like the mothers inside have not been able to accept my presence. They love Ayu so much, so compare us very different."

"Mil, I'm sorry if the mothers here make you uncomfortable. I'll talk to them to respect you like they respect Ayu."

"Your condition seems uncomfortable. You and Ilham should go home. For a moment, I call you Inspiration." Madam Sila hurriedly went inside, while I could only wait outside. To go back inside it feels not brave.