The Sandwich Generation's

So honey?.

After treating us that night, Mr. Margono called me so intensely.

Honestly, this makes me a little uncomfortable, even more so his age is far above me even though in terms of appearance does not look old-fashioned but still looks if he is aged.

With light he said

that he was looking for a second wife, when I asked him why he wanted polygamy he replied that his wife was ill.

So that it can no longer fulfill its obligation as a wife to serve the needs of Mr. Margono as a man who is still high in his lust.

Mr. Margono himself was so open about his eldest son's son who was the same age as me and is now in college outside the city, while the other two are still sitting in High School.

Straightly Mr. Margono asked me if I would be willing if I was made his second wife.

Luckily I didn't fall unconscious when I heard her question, I honestly wasn't ready to be a honey.

I have a dream to marry someone who loves me, not because of pity but based on the love that grows from his heart.

While I saw Mr. Margono ask me to be his wife because he felt pity and desperate for his needs as a man.

“ Mbak if mbak willing, at least I can give a better life for the family mbak."

"Sorry not to be condescending mbak do not want to see his mother and father happy in his old age?.”

For a moment I was silent at his honest words a little offended me as if my parents seemed to suffer so much from our situation.

Does our situation look so sad in the eyes of others? I said in my heart.

Toch during this time even though we live in a pasan even sometimes we become mamak rempeyek who do not sell as a side dish we eat.

But we can still smile and joke around with each other never being our limitation as a lament.

“ Sorry sir I have not been able to give you the answer now, because this is not about me alone."

"There is my sister who is still my responsibility.” Answer me with a heart because I don't want to offend him.

“Ouuh ndak what, I'm not in a hurry kok mbak.” Legally.

I've been in a dilemma ever since meeting with Mr. Margono that afternoon .

I know and believe he can give us a better life, 'cause he's a successful cathering entrepreneur in my town.

But should I accept his offer for a more established life? is this not the name to sell love?.

When we were watching the soap opera in the living room silent I stole a glance at my mother and my sister Dita and Arif.

If I were to be Mr. Margono's wife you wouldn't have to wait just to eat seafood .

If I become Mr. Margono's father and mother no longer need to squeeze sweat for the sake of steaming his kitchen smoke.

So many words if that keeps milling around in my mind, if this if it is, tomorrow I confide with Emi my best friend and co-worker.

“Mi if someone offers you a better life, think you want to not? on condition that you be made his second wife.”

“ For a better life I want, but to be a second wife I can not imagine, why did you arrive so?.”

I just shook my head while pretending to be busy tidying up the display items, Emi came up to me and held onto my shoulder.

“Sa reply , you can't have it for no reason.”

Emi nodded her head while smiling at me.

I explained to her that I was offered to be the second wife of Mr. Margono, the middle-aged man who treated us that night.

“ Seriously you? but try to rethink are you ready to share a husband? are you ready not to be jealous when he comes home to his old wife?.”

Emi asked a lot of questions that made my guts even more shriveled, I absorbed what Emi said ready me with all that can I imagine my husband making out with his legal wife?.

“ Try your tahajjud and isikharah prayers to ask for instructions sa.”

“I can not suggest accept or refuse because who undergo it you later.”Slothfully.

I nodded in agreement with his advice, just two weeks later, Mr. Margono contacted me again to ask for my answer.

Because after following the advice of Emi prayer tahajjud and istikharah my heart is steady to reject the offer of Mr. Margono but I fear he will be offended and consider me as a person who does not know myself.

“ I apologize that is as big as it is, I am afraid you are disappointed later so my answer is not.” I'm the same way we're connected via phone calls.

“Oouh yes it is okay mbak , but the relationship that has been established do not get interrupted ya.” He ended our conversation that afternoon.

I feel so relieved let me miss this important opportunity that I am not bathed.

Had I accepted her offer to be his second wife because of what would have happened, I did not know if I could.

I will try to make them happy in my own way, I said in my heart.

“ Lisa later before you go home to the office ya.” Said Ms. Hana .

Me and Emi looked at each other and guessed why I was asked to go to the office when I did not feel wrong.

“ So I feel bad, huh? guess what's up.”I complained to Emi.

“Come alone first to be clear than busy nebak nebak keep on fear.” Emi Suggestions.

With a feeling of wastage I stepped towards the office

GECK..GECK.. GEE.!

“Log in!.” A woman from the office.

Inside the maam Mariana our manager greeted with a friendly smile.

“Sorry mom called me?.” I asked a little tense.

Ms. Mariana returned with a friendly smile that made me a little relieved she explained that the management had considered moving me to a bigger Mall in view of my performance and tenure.

I can not cover my excitement because it was moved to a larger mall of course visitors were more crowded.

“Betul mom? I was moved there?.” Ask me with a smile.

Ms. Mariana simply nodded her head while smiling back at my excited reaction.

After saying thank you and receiving the new uniform I said I went home to Miss Mariana all the way home my heart was very happy while humming a little I was riding a motorcycle towards home.

On the one hand I feel happy that I am finally working with a new atmosphere, because honestly I am quite saturated with the old workplace ,but other times I feel heavy parting with Emi my thick best friend.