BECOMING HONEY'S SISTER
REQUEST MB AYU

It had been two hours we were both busy in the kitchen to learn to cook typical West Sumatra cuisine, my home region and Ilham mas. In accordance with my request mbak Ayu to teach her mother's favorite cuisine. We only stop occasionally when Ibed starts fussing or Yumna needs something from me. Then we got busy again with the recipe.

The first menu we cooked was the cake. To get the best results, it takes a long time until the rendang is blackish. Actually mbak Ayu has shown signs of fatigue, I have asked mbak Ayu to rest and offer to continue his work. But mbak Ayu refused on the grounds that I was working, when he usually.

Just about to stir the half-finished rendang back, suddenly Ayu collapsed to the floor. Spontaneously I shouted for help, while Yumna and Ibed who gave us immediately cried for fear of the condition mbak Ayu.

"Bu Ayu why, Mom?" ask Asih who ran in a row approaching us. "Why is this so?"

"Not knowing Mbok, suddenly collapsed. Probably tired." I said. "How is it? Are we taking him to the hospital now?"

"It's better so Mom, worried that something happened to Bu Ayu" said mbok Asih.

"Yes, call Farid!"

Tergopoh-gopoh mbok Asih called Farid, before how long he returned with him. Then the three of us carried Ayu's body towards the car.

"Please take care of the children, I'll take Ayu to the hospital." I said.

"Then what about Ilham sir, Mom?" ask mbok Asih.

"Let me call you on the street. Hopefully, Ilham will respond to me immediately."

The three of us went straight to the hospital. Along the way I tried to contact Ilham, but he did not answer my phone. The message I sent was not read either. Actually I understand why there has been no reply from Ilham mas, today he is busy preparing for the election which is just counting days. Mas Ilham will not hold his HP. While the office phone number I don't know.

"Duh, how's this?" I grumbled. At a time like this I really need the help of someone we can count on. It is Ilham. But he could not even be contacted.

"Mbak Mila come in first, let me take care of the registration."'Farid offered to make me relieved. I don't really understand the registration at a hospital this big, so it takes a lot of help.

Farid is very good at taking care of everything. In just a matter of minutes he had returned to my place waiting for the mbak Ayu who was being examined. All registration papers were given to me.

"What about Mrs Ayu, ma'am?" tanyakanya.

"There is still no word from the doctor. Looks like Ayu's condition is very serious." jawbaku. "Oh yeah, you better get home now, Rid. The hospital administration is done. You should pick up the kids. Later if there's something to take care of let me do it."

"But ... Mbak Mila is okay in living alone?"

"Nothing. Later also the most inspiring soon to come."

"Oh, then I go home first. If there's anything, Mila just let me know. I'll slide right here. May Bu Ayu recover quickly."

After talking to Farid, I immediately got into the IGD because the doctor called me. The doctor explained to me about the condition of Ayu's uterus which caused her to fall unconscious.

Actually I don't really understand because there are many medical languages used by doctors. In essence, Ayu was sick because the cancer that lived in her womb had spread to several other parts of the body.

"Yes Allah mbak Ayu ..." These tears can no longer be weathered when the doctor says again that the possibility of Ayu's mother will last not long because the condition is getting worse. Apparently all this time he kept it to himself.

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Me and Mama were silent to each other. There were no words coming out of my mouth even though there were actually a lot of questions I wanted to ask, especially about his health. Why he could keep everything on his own.All we know is that he has severe depression that makes emotions mbak Ayu unstable, it turns out there is a more severe disease, namely cancer that lives in his womb. Maybe that's why he can't have children anymore. Or maybe Ayu is depressed because of this disease?

"It has. Let's go home now. Poor kids, they must have found their mother. You can go to the payment department, right Mil? Please pay for everything." Ayu finally opened her mouth. He handed me his credit card, but I let him.

"No. We'll wait until Ilham comes first." I said.

"For what, Mil? Just wait for the inspiration at home. Yuk!" mbak Ayu wanted to get up, but I prevented him.

"Bak, why can't you be the same with all of us. Especially for Inspiration and children. How would they feel if they knew all this. How long have you been keeping all this? Mbak .. they deserve to know that you are sick. It's not an indiscriminate pain, madam!"

"Mil .. I was nothing. I'm doing fine. I always take my medicine, so there's nothing to worry about.."

"What's? Do you know if your chance to live is not long? Don't pretend you don't know anymore. Anyway, I will tell Ilham, children, mother and Madam Sila. They all deserve to know the conditions!"

"Mil .. please don't do that."

"I can't, I won't keep all this myself. Everyone in the house should know. Oh, my God!" I couldn't hold back the tears, my defense collapsed. Tears were immediately splattered recalling the doctor's words. It feels like in this chest it feels tight. Just now that I was close to Ayu's mother, I suddenly had to give her the fact that she was sick and whenever she could lose her life.

"Not exaggerate too much, Mila. I'm doing fine. You know, I've faced it alone. So, for the rest of this age, I believe I can last as long as possible. After all, without this pain we will actually experience death too, right? We just have to wait for time. What's the difference then?"

"Yes, but ...."

"Udah, no buts. You have to promise, don't tell anyone this. Especially with Ilham. He will make an election, if Ilham knew that his concentration could break. So too with the kids. All this time their burden has been a lot."

"What else is there to keep secret from us?"

"There's nothing, Mil."

"O Allah is great!" I cried again, not knowing what to do.