BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
MEET THE KIDS

The house, though big, was quiet. There's no one's voice. Though according to Farid's story and also from the description of the Union of Dewi, mbak Ayu and mas Ilham already have five children. Do not-don't they have not come home, considering earlier mbak Ayu said will pick up his children who were entrusted to the in-laws when they were in Padang.

I thought, if Ayu wants to meet her in-laws, why not invite me, considering I am now also his wife Ilham. Means in-laws mbak Ayu is also my in-laws.

"Mom Mila, right?" suddenly a middle-aged woman approached me.

"Yes" I replied.

"I mbok Asih, who works in this house. Bu Ayu told me to welcome Miss Mila."

"Mbak Ayu hasn't come home yet?"

"Not yet Ma. Now we're in." Mbok Asih helped carry my bag. He walked first while occasionally looking back, making sure that I followed in his footsteps.

"If Ilham has not come home yet, Mbok?" my question, pleasantries.

"Not yet Ma. Haven't been home since ..." he glanced at me.

"Oh yeah. From the hotel said mbak Ayu, mas Ilham want to go to the foundation first."

Just arriving at the door of the house, suddenly a car stopped in the yard. Not far from us. Four children were followed by Ayu carrying a smaller child.

"Well that Bu Ayu has arrived." said Mbok Asih.

"Yes." I replied. Smiling at the ones who just came. One by one, I looked at the faces. The faces of five children - Tau and Ilham. They look adorable, their faces are handsome and beautiful, just like their father and mother.

"Just arrived, Mil?" ask me Ayu.

"Yes mbak. These are all kids, mbak?" I asked, while throwing a smile at the children, hoping to get the same reply, but they all stared. Someone looked at me with a strange look, someone threw away their face. "Who is this his name?" I tried to get along. At the greatest, I reached out my hand, but there was no reply.

"Mbok, take Mila to her room" said Ayu.

"Oh yes, Mom." Mbok Asih invited me back.

"Eh, where are you going mbok?" ask me Ayu.

"To the guest room, right, ma'am?" ask mbok Asih.

"Why go to the guest room? Mila is not a guest. Just go to the back room." said Ayu.

"Rear room? Mirna's used room, Mom?" ask mbok Asih.

"Yes!" firmly Ayu, then he passed with his five children. Leave me and MBok Asih.

"Yes already. Come on, Mom." Mbok Asih invited me back into the big house.

We passed the white living room. A truly magnificent living room with large chairs and also ceramics and flowers even though it is not original but looks very beautiful. After that we passed the dining room with a long dining table that was no less amazing, still with white shades. Then we passed through the living room, and then passed through the kitchen which was three times larger than my hut.

"Well, this is your room" said mbok Asih who still looks confused.

"Why mbok?" my many. Opening the room. There was a bed of considerable size, a large wooden cabinet, chairs and a table with a large glass.

"No, just confused. Why does Mila's mother sleep here, is Ilham's mother now."

"This is a room ..." he seemed hesitant.

"What room?"

"Old maid's room, ma'am. I should have been placed in the guest room. Bu Ayu why the hell?"

"Now, what's wrong. Here is enough too. In my hut, even I do not have my own room because there is only one room and even then the size is much smaller than this, there is no mattress as well. And the ones who sleep there are quite a lot. There's my son, my mother, brother-in-law to my niece."

"Yes but right, Mom ...."

"Already, nothing Mbok kok.did not need to be discussed again. But, by the way, that was Ayu's son, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"If you may know, whose name is it? Actually wanted acquaintance, but ...."

"Mother do not put into the heart of the attitude of the children earlier. Actually they are good children, maybe not ready to have a new mother. Sorry Mom, but,"

"Yes, it's okay Mbok, I understand too. I have a child too. As a mother, you are more concerned with the feelings of children. Isn't that mbok?"

"Yes the ma'am. It was his name, the first was Iqbal, now it was Junior High, third grade. The second child was named mas Asad, already first grade Junior High..The third is called mbak Hana, sixth grade SD. The fourth is Sabrina, now third grade. While the smallest one was called Mas Ibed, it was still two years."

"O so."

"If the mother wants acquaintance, mending approached mbak Sabrina first because the child is actually good and quickly familiar with other people. If the others are indeed more quiet like Mr. Ilham."

"Yes yes. I'll try to meet Sabrina."

"Well, where is Miss Mila's son?"

My memory was immediately drawn to Yumna. My daughter is the only one who is always friendly to others.ahhh, just separated for a day it feels so long.

"There's a mbok, in the village." I replied. "Sorry, I went into the room first. There's something important I want to do." I said

"Oh yes Mom. If there is anything, I am usually in the kitchen or to my room only. Next to this bathroom." mbok Nah shows a separate room with a bathroom next to me. I nodded, then entered the room and locked it from the inside.

Yumna's. Yeah, now I want to call him. I want to know about my little girl after a long day of not seeing her. Does he miss me too? Whether Yumna was still crying looking or perhaps she was angry because I left her.

In that HP there is only one number, namely the number Hp now held by my family. It looks like Ayu put it in. It is not too difficult for me to understand the use of this HP because there are still boxes and paper instructions.

"Mrs .... !" yumna from the other side of the island. He waved his hands while occasionally kissing the screen as if he was kissing me. Yumna looked cheerful, she no longer cried like yesterday when I left. "Na kangen Umi's. I want to meet Umi. Umi's coming home soon!"

"Dear, Umi also miss Yumna. Has she eaten?"

"It has. Umi got on a plane yesterday? Later Na invited to board a plane, Mi? I also want to know what it's like to be on a plane. Umi's happy you can't fly high?"

Almost half an hour me and Yumna were chatting. I'm really grateful to have HP for being able to talk to Yumna. Long distances no longer prevent us from communicating.

Na ... Umi will pick up Yumna soon. I promise, we'll be together soon.