BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
GUESTS OF AYU
"Mila ... Mila ... Mila!" the door to the room was knocked pretty hard. Ayu mbak voice. I immediately wiped away the remaining tears, then hurriedly opened the door before collapsing due to the hardness of Ayu's pounding. "Oh my goodness, are you not ready yet? I told you my friends would come. I will introduce them to you, but you are not ready at all, even though they have arrived!" nagel mbak Ayu's
"Sorry, I was ...."
"What's? You cry, huh?"
"No, no,"
"Don't lie to me. Geez Mil, what are you really like, anyway? The relationship is not clear, likes to lie again. I thought you were a real innocent and saliha woman, but it turned out ..." she looked at me cynically. "But you can't do this anymore. I don't want to know, you have to change for the good of all of us. Now the game is changing clothes, keep meeting us in the gazebo. The speed!" Ayu pushed my body into the room, then she closed the door from outside.
Fiufff. I took a deep breath, then threw it back. Several times I did it to calm my heart, so that no more tears would be spilled. If Ayu asks what kind of person I am, I may also question the same. What kind of person is he really? Why is his attitude one hundred percent different than when we first met?
Even though it had only been a few days living together, it felt very tired. Not just the physical, but also the heart and somehow to recover it.
***
Still a little far from the gazebo, but there were already voices of women conversing. Although a bit lazy, I kept moving closer.
"Assalamualaikum," I said, saying greetings, to four people who were sitting around relaxing while enjoying a fairly abundant snack provided by mbok Asih.
For a moment, the four women were silent. Three people looked at me sharply, from top to bottom, making me uncomfortable. The other is Ayu. Satisfied to interrogate with a gaze, then they answer greetings with ogah-ogahan.
"Friends, this is Mila. He's my middle brother." said mbak Ayu.
The three people extended their hands in turn, still with ogah-ogahan introducing themselves. Like I'm not worth it. From the actual appearance it seems that they must be rich people who are highly educated like mbak Ayu, but at least they can be friendly because after all I have become the wife of the Ilham mas.
"You're really lucky to have a honey sister like Ayu. He has raised your degree until he can be part of the Ayu family" said friends mbak Ayu the last.
Again the compliment they made to mbak Ayu. For her generosity she chose me as her honey.
I can only keep listening. Although actually a bit lazy. Not because not grateful to have been made madnya mbak Ayu. Whatever God's ordinance I believe is best. It's just, it feels like their judgment is overrated. It's true that I was made his honeymoon sister, he gave a lot of good, especially to my family. But, there are rights that should be granted but not exercised.
Maybe I was too naive, or too much hope that Ayu and Ilham are perfect people who understand religion, so there are a lot of great hopes I put on them. When that hope does not happen, it leads to disappointment.
***
"Mil, don't change clothes first. Soon there are other guests coming." said mbak Ayu.
"Who's mbak? Your friend Ayu?" my many.
"Later you know too." he passed by leaving me alone.
"How does it feel in Jakarta, Mil? No hassles? Have you been traveling anywhere?" ask Madam Sila.
With him I feel more comfortable because Madam Sila is very friendly. He also positioned himself as if he had known me for a long time so we could tell him calmly.
"If you are bored at home, you can play games with the foundation. I heard you used to teach njai huh? If you want to be able to help in the foundation." haggar Bu Sila, when we sit together on the terrace of the house while enjoying a cup of tea.
"Thank you for the offer, ma'am. Later I try to talk to mas Ilham and mbak Ayu first." I said who was honestly tempted by the offer because actually I was bored at home continue without any other activities.
"Oh yeah, if you may know, the plan is you'll stay here or what, Mil?"
The question from Madam Sila I can not answer because I myself do not know how to go ahead. No one wants to talk to me about it, whether it's Ayu or Ilham.
"Yes, you just wait how it will be. Ilham and Ayu must have thought everything well" said Madam Sila.
Our conversation turned to lighter things. Madam Sila advised me to continue my education, although it is not formal but it is important for my future.
"Wah looks like Auntie is at home talking to Mila. So engrossed. What the hell is that talking about?" suddenly Ayu appeared.
"Light story, Yu. Discuss how Mila plans in the future" said Madam Sila
"What plan?" Ma'am Ayu looked at me with a probing look.
"Yes, what is his future plan. Now she is married to Ilham, which means there is a new trust. Want to upgrade knowledge or not, how about his life in the future and others. Just about that Yu." said Madam Sila.
"We've all thought about it. Mila does not need to design a plan for any forest, she just needs to be done!" mbak Ayu.
"Yep, exactly as Auntie said. You will definitely prepare everything perfectly. But with the intervention of Inspiration too, right, Yu?" ask Madam Sila.
"Hemmm .. that's our family affair Auntie. No need for outsiders to know!" mbak Ayu. "It looks like Aunt has been visiting him for a long time. Not usually if you come here just say hello and go because Auntie has a lot of business?"
"Alright Yu, it seems you also do not want to see Aunt here for long. Then Auntie said goodbye first. Mila, thank you very much for the time, may you be patient and sincere in living everything. It's not easy, but believe me, it's all about the silver lining. Next time we talk again yes" Madam Please pat my shoulder softly.
"Tan," said Ayu again to call Madam Sila. "Tante remembers what Aunt once said. About the Ilham and the foundation?"
"Yes. You just calm down. Most importantly you remain the Ayu Aunty knows." Madam Sila came back for the second time.
I don't know what they're talking about, but I can catch the disharmony between the two of them.