BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
ASAD AT THE POLICE STATION

Parks belonging to the formerly green Ayu mbak now look unkempt. Many of the dominant roses are dry because they are never touched by their owners again. Maybe that's how children are today, ever since their mother died, they like to lose direction even though the relationship of mother and child is not too close because mbak Ayu has many responsibilities that make him not have much time to take care of his five children.

Me and little Ibed originally just wanted to take a walk in the park while looking for sunlight. It's been two days Ibed flu, I think with the sun dried in the morning it can make the pain subside, so I decided to take the baby boy who was soon one year old was going around. He was very happy too. With steps that are still one-on-one because Ibed can only walk us to play while joking. Sometimes the flowers mbak Ayu stop to take a stone, see a plant or rest because I am tired of playing with.

"Ibed, will you help me finish this park?" Ask her. Ibed just nodded. Busy back to playing. I asked Farid for help who had finished taking the children to school to prepare gardening equipment.

"If you need help call me, yes, ma'am." Farid said, after he finished delivering the gardening equipment.

I really want to tidy up my own garden, after all it is not good if it is close to Farid for a long time. Although he is a talisman in this house, but still we are the opposite sex who must maintain distance. Moreover, Ilham once said that he did not like it too much if I was close to Farid, for any business.

I've never dealt with roses. But I often read books related to the world of plants, especially roses because once had a rose garden is my dream. So a little bit of science.

Stalks of roses that have been wood and old I throw away. The flowers I had not saved were taken out. I asked Farid to buy some roses and orchids to replace the flowers that had been removed.

Half a day to clean the plants. I think my body is very tired. Fortunately there is an Asih mbok that helps tidy up the house and cook. So I can rest. In a pregnant condition like this it feels easier to get tired. That's why I'm thinking of taking a break while looking after Ibed. But have not entered the room suddenly mbok Asih has called.

"There are police outside, ma'am" Asih said.

"Police?" I'm confused, mixed in fear, why did the police come here? What's the matter? To answer the curiosity, I hurried out.

"Fool with the parents of Asad Fakhruddin Ilham's son?" ask the police with the highest rank.

"Yes sir, I uminya. What's up, sir?" my many.

"Sorry Mom, can you come with us to the police station? Whichever son Ms. Asad is now at the police station with some of her friends. They were involved in the brawl. But what's more damning is when we checked Asad's nak's bag and we found there were drugs in it."

"Astagfirullah," I immediately lemes.

At the police I promised to follow as soon as Ilham came. My feelings were completely shattered, I was afraid that Asad would err because of my existence. I feel like I really failed at being a mother. I do not know how to account for everything to God and also mbak Ayu who has entrusted me to take care of his son.

Thirty minutes later, Ilam came home. He picked me up before he went to the police station. Along the way I asked that Ilham not be angry with Asad. I asked her for permission to talk well because I didn't want the boy to get any further away from us.

"Asad's gone too far, Mil, he's already tarnishing the family's good name. New first class Junior High School already using illegal drugs. How big will it be? He could have killed his father!" exclaim mas Ilham.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. Don't so. Words are prayers, good wishes for children. Not even pessimistic. Wish they were okay. Besides, if you are rude and scolded that there is Asad will be further away. It will be harder for us to touch his heart. Ayu has entrusted the children to me." I said.

"If Ayu were here, she would have wrath her son that way. This was all due to Iqbal's influence, somehow the boy had the heart to influence his younger siblings. If this is what he's responsible for!"

Mash Ilham was really angry. I can't even make him calm because according to Inspiration this is something that can't be tolerated.

"Mas, just once. Give me a chance. If I fail then please do whatever is best for the children." I said.

There is no Answer from Ilham, the look on his face still implies annoyance. I can only pray that his heart is calm.

Arriving at the police station, sure enough, when meeting Asad, mas Ilham could not hold back his anger.he immediately attached to Asad, he immediately stuck to Asad, he did not care even though many police even had journalists secretly taking pictures of him.

Actually, I can understand why he is so emotional.at this time so many problems faced by Ilham. His new work has not found a way. Still stuck everywhere.he had even started regretting coming out of the Foundation. To come back again was also ashamed. In addition, it has economic dependents that are not small. Six children and one more soon.

While his former friends were by his side, once he was no longer the son-in-law of Madam Sila then one by one away..As if they exist insincerely but because of the position of the Inspiration.

"Mas, patience!" My love.

I tried to mediate it. Stand between Mas Ilham and Asad so that there are no more violent scenes.

after a bit of calm, we talked to the police. They've done a urine check and Asad's result is negative. But where is this illegal stuff from and for what? Unfortunately Asad did not want to open his mouth, he was afraid.

"Asad please speak, son. It's for Asad's sake too. So that Asad can come home soon." My love.

Asad did not budge until his father threw his fist back at the thirteen-year-old boy until he fell down from his chair.

"astagfirullah mas, you want to kill your son!" I can't hold back my anger. "Once again you touch my son, you face me!" I said, while standing in front of Ilham with passionate emotions.