REMEDIALLY
Congratulations on your job, conductor!

Early Monday, when the atmosphere around the house was still very dark, but our kitchen lights were on. My wife was busy with bread dough, preparing breakfast and supplies for me to bring today.

After the two-month-old shampirs got married, today finally, we were able to make a honeymoon plan. I couldn't even take a full marriage leave at that time, as it was only one day after the reception, having to rush in as there was work that couldn't be left behind.

Until my new office is inaugurated, we agree to stay at Ayumna's house. My mother didn't mind it, because every day we would visit her. But unfortunately, until now both I and Ayumna have not succeeded in persuading Mama to return to Jakarta, if I am officially appointed later.

“You're home early right, Shaka?” my wife confirmed, Ayumna is looking forward to this day. He wanted to plan our honeymoon as best he could.

“InsyaAllah, it should be, Ay. All the work is done. Our residence in Jakarta is also okay.

He smiled optimistically at my answer and seemed more excited about putting the baking pan into the grill.

“Alhamdulillah, what time do you come home? So later I'm at home Mama don't need until night again.” I've been picking Ayumna up for almost two weeks at Mama's house every ten o'clock after the station.

“Ordinary office hours, Ay. InsyaAllah.”

“Yes!”

“Girang really?”

“I can't wait, you know, wait for the date 17.” June 17th was exactly two months into our wedding and Ayumna's birthday. You are planning a honeymoon on June 17th.

“I tuh... can not wait to enjoy the trip with you, Shaka,” he said, now sitting in front of me, pulling my wrist on our dining table.

This discussion seemed like he had been waiting for a very long time.

I nodded trying to give a pleasant answer to her. “Iya, Darling. Me too.”

“Kira, Darling. How many days are you going to leave before we move to Jakarta?”

“We'll see you later in the afternoon, darling. Tumben you are not this kind of patience? The decision is still in the afternoon, Ay.”

“Iya, sorry yes, Shaka. So impressed urgently like this.”

“No need to apologize, Ayumna. I know, London was once the city of your dreams, you ever fought for in your life. Oxford was once your ambition. We're going there. You will browse the campus, library and city corners as much, with me.”

A moment later the smile on my wife's lips rose ahead of the sun this morning, they described high enthusiasm. The morning view I like. That smile accounts for almost 90 percent of my energy to start the day.

“We will arrange the travel schedule and plan it as detailed as possible, we will have a lot of collections of beautiful memories throughout the trip later,” he said with a twinkle that was getting lit on his two pitch-black eyeballs.

“InsyaAllah.”

‘bip’

The sound of indicators from the grill, the aroma of wheat and butter out wheezing evokes the taste buds. Ayumna hurried to serve her homemade bread, some for us to eat as breakfast. A few more pieces as my supplies leave for the office today.

***

Ayumna grabbed my hand when I brought her to the front of Mama's house, she let me go to work with a smile that was still attached since dawn, a smile convinced that today her husband will bring good news.

“Cie who can't wait for the honeymoon, yes,” seductive Mama after I rob her hand to say goodbye.

“Iya, Ma. Titip Ayumna again yes, Ma. God willing today I came home sooner.”

***

I bit the inside of my cheek as it came out of the lead room, staring blankly at the brown envelope I got. I forced it to drag my own footsteps. What do I tell my wife later?

***

There has been no partial sun rise, if Ayumna and Mama cook immediately when I left earlier, maybe the food is not cooked now, but I have returned home.

Sure enough, I promised to go home early, but it's too early. My knees were shaking all the way through the drive. I was afraid that the expression of Ayumna I would meet was no longer cheerful.

Not until fifteen minutes, I've arrived again in front of Mama's house. Sure enough, Ayumna was still there, helping Mama spray her potted plants.

“Lha, already home!” he said excitedly, putting the thing he was holding onto the table and coming straight at me. If she wasn't at Mama's house, I thought she'd be jumping around in excitement.

“Yes, we're home now, yuk. Same page Mama.” I still forced a smile to cover the fret that became-so.

Hearing our interaction, Mama came out and frowned in surprise, after making sure that I came home not because something was left until finally Mama allowed us to leave.

***

Ayumna painstakingly helped me to remove the clothes and supplies, then neatly and patiently put them back in place, After my suit was brought, I loosened the tie and unbuttoned the shirt.

“Your drink, Darling.” A glass of water was placed on the living room table, I sat on one side of the sofa. Ayumna sat down next to me, massaging my arms gently, like a woman who was impatient to hear the good news from her husband.

“I want to talk now, Ay!” I said, throwing another look.

“Wah... okay, I'll take my notes first, yeah. I've recorded some things we need to discuss.”

I held her thigh with my palm before she could stand up from the sofa.

“Awhile, it was in his draft bag. You see first, if it does not match our bsia..”.

“Ay,” I argue, do not want him to sow more and more hope. After Ayumna fell silent, I pulled out the brown envelope I had just gotten.

“What is this? A ticket? Do you want to take a surprise?” There was no sign of him knowing that his hopes still had to be delayed again.

“Iya this is a ticket, but along with a duty letter,” I said almost inaudible.

“Eh, how?” Ayumna took a distance and immediately straightened her sitting position.

“Diklat, Ay. His scheduled departure date is advanced to June 17.” I don't want to have to say this.

“Oh, so... you mean we can't plan our trip yet? Emh, so the trip, it.. postponed again, so yeah?” Clearly drawn bitterly in his sentence. Just like my reaction earlier, the brown envelope was also stared at blankly.

“If you don't allow me to.. say to...”.

“You know I'm not that funny!”  he said slowly, staring straight and blankly at the wall in front of us.

All wrong, that was definitely in his heart.

“Sorry to me yes, Darling.”

"I'm not angry. Shakas. Happy duty, yes. Mas Conductors!”