BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
LOOKING FOR AYU

The atmosphere in this house is increasingly not conducive. Iqbal still attacks his father on charges of not caring for his mother, leading his mother to act outside the bounds that lead to leaving the house. Several times he also cornered me as the cause of all this. I don't care how angry he is with me, now it's important to fix everything. These children are just victims of their parents. Although not a highly educated person, but I have read several adolescent psychology books about children who are broken home due to their parents' fights in our village mushalla library.

I believe the children mbak Ayu also the same psychic condition with children who experience broken home even though their parents are not divorced.

Clearly, Ayu and Ilham are still living together, but their hearts are no longer united. Mas Ilham had made a distance so wide for mbak Ayu that they were like strangers.

In fact, Ayu really loves Ilham. Love is so great that it makes him want to master the life of Ilham in full. Many things that are sometimes for normal people are not common sense but are done by mbak Ayu. Like proposing me to be the second wife mas Ilham, also when offering mbak Sita to be a third wife when she herself did not want to share a husband. But that is how sometimes people who have problems with their psyche. Sometimes beyond reason, but in fact they need help, not made a deeper abyss as done by Ilham.

"Hush still. Everyone needs to calm down!" I said with the heart, for the first time to all who are in this room so as to invite the attention of all. Silence, no one spoke anymore, even Hana stopped her crying. "Can everyone hold each other's emotions first? At this time mbak Ayu left the house, no one knows where he went while the day will get late. Do you have the heart to be stuck alone in the streets without us knowing whether he is in a safe place or not? Could it be, there are bad people who love him? All of us here who claim to care about him are busy fighting, blaming each other. Why not both hold back emotions, refrain from fighting and focus on the search mbak Ayu. If we still want to fight, we will never meet with mbak Ayu, while the police also do not want to help search before his departure more than once twenty-four hours. What then can you still mention caring about mbak Ayu?* ask them all.

"Then what now?" ask Asad, after all had been quiet with each other.

"Let's continue the search. We share the task, who stay at home help pray and be patient with each other. No one fights anymore. And please, if you come back later, let's all improve each other's attitudes. Remind each other in kindness. Started to show a caring attitude to mbak Ayu so that he felt everything was no problem, everything was good as he expected." I said.

"alright. Asad will help you find Farid. Abi and Aunt Mila please continue the search as well. Mas Iqbal help call Umi's friends. Others wait at home while praying that Umi can be found in good health" Asad said.

Everything moved back according to what I said. We both split the city of Jakarta. Researching every corner, hoping to find the figure of mbak Ayu who disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"Where else should I look for it." I said. It was getting late in the afternoon, the sky also looked cloudy. I'm really afraid it's raining and Ayu's mom hasn't been found. Finding when the weather is sunny is very difficult, especially if it is added to rain.

"Eitherway. I was also confused" lamented Ilham.

"Is there no special place that could be visited by Ayu?"

"What kind of special place?"

"Parent's house, family, friends or what?"

"Are there friends like that?"

"Yes so Ayu's friends that you know that. They just support the system to screw things up. But for their good there will be none. That's why I never liked them. But the thing is, Ayu still maintains them even though he actually realizes it is only used."

Now I understand how complicated life problems mbak Ayu and all this time he faced it himself. I who was once upset by him now only have feelings of pity left. I'm more determined to help Ayu get out of her problems.

"Mas sure, there is no place that really means to mbak Ayu. Like the graves of her parents?" I asked again, remembering the soap opera I had seen when I was a teenager in the neighboring house, when the main cast ran away from home, ran to the grave of his parents to spill all his sadness. Maybe in real life it is done by people. Like me who also had been to the tomb bang Hasan when sad when the beginning he left us for good.

"His father's grave was clearly impossible because I was the one who often invited him to pilgrimage. They have no special place in Ayu's heart." said Ilham. "Eh but, ahhh, what's possible." mas Ilham seemed to think.

"Why?"

"Tomb of his brother Ibed. But ...."

"But why?"

"Is he there? But what I saw was that he was very sad when he lost our sixth baby and that was the end he had to undergo sterile surgery."

"All possibilities, even if they are small, let's try it. Maybe the baby is very valuable for mbak Ayu. We're going there now, ma'am." My son.

The car turned towards the family funeral. Not too far in fact, but quite time consuming because the streets of Jakarta are quite crowded due to traffic jams in the afternoon by people who come home from the office.

I really can't wait to get to the place Iluham said I was. Somehow so great hope I find mbak Ayu there even though Ilam still doubt. He is very hopeful that with the presence of my baby, he also hopes to give more offspring for the children of Ilham. It could be, it was there.