BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
HOUSE OR PALACE

I was still standing alone in front of the hotel lobby when finally someone called my name. "Mila's sister?" ask a man who may be as old as I am, or may be younger. "I'm Farid, the driver's Mr. Ilham and Bu Ayu" he said, bowing his head.

"Oh yeah. I'm Mila." I linked both hands forward.

Early in the morning, Ayu and Ilham left the hotel. Ayu said, Ilham mas there was a sudden business, while he himself had to pick up his children who were entrusted during his and Ilham mas to Padang to hold a proposal and marriage.

Actually I want to go directly with mbak Ayu only, but he did not invite, instead told me to wait in the hotel lobby. He said someone would pick him up later. It sounds a bit troublesome actually, but again, as a new person I can not protest, must follow as said by mbak Ayu.

"You going home now, ma'am?" ask the driver, break my daydream.

"Oh yeah." I'm nodding. He took my bag, then walked first to a car that again I did not know the type. Just know that the color is black, looks expensive because of the shape and also the AC is quite cold. Since the first stay at the hotel Padang, then the current hotel, I did feel a bit allergic to AC. I who used to be without air conditioning felt a bit annoying when I had to wear it.

Where will I go home?

Suddenly the question came to my mind. Actually there are many questions that arise, but from the beginning I always tried to brush it off.

About, why did Ilham never come or talk to me when we were married? Is he disinclined by the existence of mbak Ayu.

So where am I going to live now? Given that Ilham never talked about this other than saying that we will live in Jakarta, but specifically it is not said whether separated or fused?

Ahhh, it feels impossible to have a roof with Ayu's mbak. Although she brought me and Ilham mas, but she is also a woman who has sensitive feelings.

I shook my head so that those thoughts would immediately disappear by turning my attention to the scenery of the buildings on the streets.

"Like a tall building huh, mbak?" suddenly Farid asked. He returned to throw my daydreams.

"Huh, yeah. It was the first time I saw a tall building. It still looks so enchanted. I'm tacky huh? Please understand, I'm from the village." I said, smiling with embarrassment.

"It's okay mbak. I am also from the village. Indeed, these tall buildings can always hypnotize the people who look at them." replied Farid.

"Oh so yeah. Has Farid been working with Ayu?"

"New six months, mbak. I happen to be still the same village Mr. Ilham. He kindly accommodated and even gave a student duty so that I could continue my studies in Jakarta."

"Oh yeah? Wow means very good inspiration."

"God is good mbak."

"Mas Ilham and Mbak Ayu work where?" my many.

"Pak Ilham works at the foundation, mbak. Currently running for chair of the foundation. If Bu Ayu is a consultant." Farid explained.

"Oh," I nodded my head. "That means Ayu's busy, huh?"

"Yes so mbak. Bu Ayu is the owner of a large company in Jakarta. Later we will pass through his building." as promised by Farid, when we passed a high-rise building that also towering, he explained that it was Ayu's property.

If Ayu is this perfect, why marry again?

The question again piqued my mind. Having a wife who is beautiful, rich, highly educated and has many offspring, why should you add a new wife? What reason? Then why look for ordinary women who are far from the first wife. I want to know all the answers, though, but all back must be detained because I do not want to just ask Farid who does not necessarily also know the answer because he is only a driver at the Ilham mas house.

The car Farid was driving into a luxury residential area that I usually could only see on neighboring television. To enter we had to pass through the guard post.

"Who's Rid?" ask one of the guards. "Helper candidate?"

"Astagfirullah, no. This is Ilham's second wife, her name is Mila" Farid said.

"Astagfirullah, sorry .. sorry. Uh, I mean Ma'am. Sorry ma'am." from behind the window, the security guard repeatedly lowered his head.

I just throw a smile. Say no why. I'm not offended by her words just now because that's her judgment. It's only natural because I came to wear a game that looks shabby. When compared to mbak Ayu, it feels like the employer and his assistant.

The car re-entered the residential area. Farid, who heard the security guard, apologized to me. But I answered calmly. Not offended one bit.

"We've arrived, ma'am." said Farid.

The car stopped in front of a large house. I was so big I gawked. Farid honked, before long two guards opened the two-metre-high gate. The car goes back to the yard. A very beautiful courtyard filled with green plants. In the middle was a pond and a fountain. The page is perfectly organized.

"Please," Farid opened the door.

"Is this a house or a palace?" I asked Farid with a gaze not separated from the building in front of me. Is this really the home of Ayu and Ilham. That means they are very rich. But it's worth it because Mbak Ayu alone has an office building that is so high. Then, am I going to stay here too? Before going inside, I took a deep breath, preparing myself before seeing the next surprise. Is there any luxury that will be presented?

It is inconceivable how the reaction of the two parents, Uni Siti, my nephew and certainly Yumna upon seeing such a luxurious house. They must have been so amazed, just like me. Now I understand more why I was called a maid by the security guard in front. It feels better to be a maid than to be the second mistress in this house. Suddenly I wanted to laugh considering the fate of my life. Although I don't know the end yet, it feels like a dream. A person as poor as I, who used to live in a narrow hut with many of its inhabitants, is now part of a wealthy family. Approximately, if the people in the village see all this, will they increasingly be saying that I am crazy about property so want to be a second wife?