BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
HADIAH FROM AYU

About thirty minutes later, the door to the hotel room I was staying in was knocked. It turns out Ayu. His face looked different than before. Like there's a problem. He carried something in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Mil," he said, putting the parcel before me.

"Sorry for what, ma'am?" I frowned, thinking, feeling like there was no mistake Ayu made to me. From the beginning until now he was good.

"Sorry for the last night's food. It looks like it's true that the waiter misdelivered or, "he didn't continue.

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am. I'm the one who apologized for bothering Ayu. I should have brought the supplies my sister-in-law gave me. But in a hurry to stay." I chuckled, remember last night, unable to sleep because I was hungry.

"Alright, the problem is solved yes. Oh yeah, you're done getting ready? Later on arriving in Jakarta you should stay in the same way as me."

I'm nodding.

"This, you give it to your family huh. Just leave it to the driver, later he will deliver it to your family. The other one for you. As a wedding present from me." Ma'am Ayu handed the parcel to me.

When I opened it, it turned out to be HP. "This is for me, ma'am?"

"Yes. For you and your family so that you can still communicate."

It feels really good to get the HP parcel because it means I will be able to re-communicate with the family, especially Yumna. In our house there was no HP. The only way to stay informed of Yumna's news I could do was to send her a letter. Mang sounds outdated for now, but how else, I can not force because our economy is all short.

Ayu's mother came back out of my room because she also had to get ready before we left for the airport.

"Mbak Ayu is really good," I sat down while fondling the HP he gave.

***

Now; me, mbak Ayu and mas Ilham are already on the plane. We sat in rows. Me and Mbak Ayu are side by side, while Mas Ilham sits alone with the other passengers.

My heart rumbled as the plane began to fly. Slowly getting higher until all I saw were long lines. The river and the sea are like a railway. This is what it feels like to get on a plane. The floating smile instantly disappeared as it flashed over Yumna's face.

Yumna .. sorry Umi. For a time when we had to separate. But Umi promises we'll meet soon and be happy again. Umi does this for Yumna, so that we can have a better life. Maafin Umi, Na ....

Ayu and Ileham are good people. I have great confidence that his family is also good. They can certainly accept me and my son with the airy chest even though at this time the name of the second wife is always ugly in the eyes of people, considered as the snatch of people's husbands. Although many run polygamy in accordance with sharia. This is also a challenge for me to be a polygamist who fits sharia, being a honey sister who is not zolim on mbak Ayu as my brother.

***

After the plane perfectly stopped. One by one the passengers got off. I also went down along with Ilham mas and Ayu mbak. The three of us walked in quick succession. Passing through the hallways that I think are long enough until finally we are in front of the baggage claim. Me and Mbak Ayu pulled over, who took our stuff is mas Ilham.

After all the stuff got us, the three of us came out. Mas Ilham then intercepted a blue taxi, for us to ride.

Is Jakarta? My eyes glistened to see the tall buildings soaring up into the sky. I don't know how many floors the building has. I can't count because the taxi we drive keeps on going, past the tall buildings inexhaustible.

If you look at all this, Yumna would be happy. He was always fascinated by the magnificent tall buildings. Several times he invited Yumna to Padang he was so happy, especially if he could really go to Jakarta.

"Wait a minute, son," I whispered to myself. "Umi's gonna pick up Yumna soon. God willing."

The taxi we were riding again stopped in front of a hotel that was no less magnificent than the hotel we were riding while still in Padang.

"Are we going back to the hotel?" I am still wondering because from mbak Ayu or mas Ilham no one gave evidence.

Mas Ilham just walked to the reception desk, then he again walked into the elevator followed by mbak Ayu. I who know nothing can only follow from behind.

"Tonight we stay here first" said Ayu, stopping in front of a room with the number 504. "You come in first, I'll be here soon." he opened the door for me, tuned the AC, then disappeared behind the door.

Why stay at the hotel again? We have arrived in Jakarta, why not just go home?

I could only wonder in my heart for not daring to question everything to them.

***

"Mil, now you're my honey. We are both wives of Ilham. But, as an old wife, I want you to obey me because after all I was the one who married Ilham. I know more about him. I've always served him all this time and I've also met you with my husband. I mean, our husband. The Inspiration!" Ma'am Ayu emphasized his last sentence. "Perhaps, polygamous life will not be easy. There will always be trials that we have to live. Moreover, you and I are completely different. We are so bored. So please, don't do much. If there's anything, ask me a lot and never get ahead of me!"

A junkie? I frowned. I don't know what it means to Ayu. Not wanting to get too dizzy thinking about it all, I just nodded. It is true that said mbak Ayu, however I am his honeymoon sister, he knows more about mas Ilham.

"Tonight, we're here before tomorrow we go back home to meet our children" Ayu said. He signaled me to sleep on the next bed.

Different from in Padang. Tonight I slept with me. Even so we don't talk much. Mbak Ayu looks busy with his phone so it reminds me of Hp giving Mbak Ayu. Can I now use it to contact Yumna?