Forced to Become Honey
Chapter 1 Happy

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Mikaela, an orphan girl who lives with her uncle and aunt. When he was a child, at the age of one year, his parents died in an accident. Mikaela herself. Until a couple and their daughter came to pick him up, to live with him.

Mikaela Harman, the orphan girl. Who lived under the care of his uncle's family.

His father, Arif Harman and his mother Aisya. Both died in accidents. Mikaela was only one year old at the time.

Mikaela is 18 years old. He just entered university. Mikaela lives with her uncle's family. But his uncle's family loved Mikaela very much. Her uncle and aunt made no distinction in loving Mikaela to her own daughter, Annisa.

Mikaela knows she's not their real daughter. Because since childhood his uncle and aunt always took him for two visits to the tomb of his parents. To let Mikaela know the graves of her parents.

This is the story of Mikaela Harman.

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"Danish... !" There was a voice of a woman calling out to a child who was about three years old who was running around on the sand of the white beach.

The boy looked towards the origin of the voice that called his name. Her tiny lips smilingly looked towards the two women sitting watching her play water. The eyes of both of them continued to see the movements of the three-year-old little boy, who was in his active period moving around.

"Don't run!"

"Later fall.. !" Follow the woman who sits next to the woman who names the son.

"Danish has been three years, do they not have the Desire to search for your existence ?" ask Aira.

"They don't know about Danish whereabouts" Mikaela said.

"They don't know?"

"Easy! they don't need any more children. I'm leaving because they're gonna have kids, they don't need me anymore."

Suddenly...

"Mika... !" The voice of the man who mentioned her name, made Mikaela turn her head. His eyes looked at the male figure he had not seen for a long time and the male figure he wanted to avoid.

"Bas.. !" Mikaela was shocked to see the man standing not far from where she was sitting.

"Ela ," said Aira was also surprised to see the existence of a man who had been Mikaela's husband.

"Ela.. let's go" said Aira.

Mikaela was still sitting on the sand, she was also quite surprised. He did not think that the man he had abandoned four years ago was now standing gallantly before his eyes.

Aira grabbed Mikaela's hand and pulled her to stand up.

"Come on. ," said Aira.

"Ela, we need to talk" Damar said.

"There's nothing we should talk about, Mom. Go home, leave us. Let me be happy here" Mikaela said.

"Come El, don't be so childish" said the man..

"Brighteousness ? I'm childish ? you are the childish ones !" cynical Mikaela returned the gaze of the man who stood looming before her.

"I said childish. What are Mas and Mba ?" ask Mikaela.

"Go back, let me live quietly here" Mikaela said.

"You're still my wife Mikaela !" exclaimed the man with a slightly raised tone of voice.

"Connect me ! talaq me.... !" mikaela Pinta.

The man was surprised to hear Mikaela's request.

"El... " Aira held onto Mikaela's arm and rubbed her friend's back.

"If I were still your wife" Mikaela said.

"No ! I won't divorce you !" said the man firmly.

"What do you want, Mommy ? you told me to go ! but you don't want to divorce me. You're releasing me from this marriage."

"Who told you to go ? I never told you to leave... ! you're the one who left quietly, without thinking about the feelings of the people who love you."

"Disyang me ?" Mikaela laughs. Her face was bitter to see the man who was said to still be her husband, according to the man.

What happened four years ago, so Mikaela accused the man of wanting to leave too ? who is wrong ? is Mikaela whose position as honey forced.

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"Ela, will you go to college?" ask Annisa.

"Yes mbak" said Mikaela with her mouth still full of fried noodles.

"Ela, swallow some noodles in her mouth. Just talk" said mother Aini. Aini saw the new food in her mouth. Both of her cheeks were bulging, so Mikaela's face was cute in sight.

"Sorry mother" said Mikaela, with a wide smile adorning her lips, dimples on her cheeks and two round eyes adding to her beautiful face.

"What's wrong mbak? Is there anything Ela can help you with?" ela asked, after her mouth was empty.

"Mbak want to ask for company to the boutique, mbak today want fittings clothes. Ela there's no show today, right?" Ask Annisa.

"Mas Damar where's mbak? Aren't the clothes fittings too?" ask Ela about her brother-in-law's candidate. Annisa's husband.

"Mas Damar is out of town."

"Huh.. mbak's husband, yes.. ! tell him mbak. Do not leave town. Take care of. wedding. The time to stay is ready, all in the care of Mbak himself. Do not get married later, when the contract is also represented by mbak" ledek Mikaela.

"Mika... ! hih... You are yes..!" Annisa rounded her eyes looking at Mikaela who was laughing mocking him.

"Hehehe.sorry, Ma'am.." Mikaela clenched her hands together in front of her chest, apologizing to Annisa.

"What I say is true, ma'am. Want to get married, but not tired of taking care of this. Just take it easy" Mikaela said.

Annisa flicked her lips, and stuck her tongue out at Mikaela. And Mikaela retaliates against what Annisa did. He stuck his tongue out at Annisa as well. The two retaliated, both stopping when the head of the family joined the dining table.

"What's this, early in the morning it's been a storm?" a middle-aged man came out of the room, walking towards where his two daughters were having breakfast.

"It's a habit, if it's not noisy. Both will not be able to start the day happily" said his wife. Aini's.

I laughed at his wife's words. His eyes looked at his daughter Annisa and niece Mikaela.

"Here, no one talks anymore. We enjoy breakfast, after that just continue who wants to talk" said the father. Aiman Harman's.

The atmosphere of the dining table is silent. The sound of a tablespoon clashing with a plate occasionally sounded Mother Aini's voice.

***

Mikaela left for college on a jol. Because the motor he uses every day is still being repaired. Motor used by the uncle who is still worthy to be used everywhere. The bike was older than Mikaela's, but Mikaela wasn't shy about using it to go to college.

"Ela, tumben rose ojol. Where's your butut motor?" ask Aira, her college friend.

"My motorbike is crashing again, my motorbike wants to laze first at the resting place. My motor wants to be touched by black, oiled brothers" Mikaela said.

"Your motor can enter the museum El, if likened to a human. Your bike is menopause," said Aira mocked Mikaela's butut.

"Buset, you're likening my bike to granny. My bike is still ABG. You just lost to my bike during the race," said Mikaela hit back at Aira.

"Obviously losing to me, the motorcycle koq is likened to a cute girl like me," said Aira.

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