The End of the Wing Miss
The Dream Son-in-law, Not the Idle Wife

The rumbling crowd of Jakarta that afternoon seemed to want to rival the roar in Naya's heart. The 23-year-old girl let out a long sigh several times.

It was as if he was struggling to reconcile his heart. A reunion with the figure of a man who for almost three years has been trying to get rid of his memory so that the wound is not more torturous.

But today fate seems to be playing with him. The figure was right present in front of him, ripping back the old wound that was almost dry.

The Flashback

Seremban, October 23, 2017

The wedding assembly that is still surrounded by the atmosphere of grief is held very simply. Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah only invited the closest family, just to tell about the wedding of their eldest son, Kei Hasan.

While from the Bunda Naya was attended by etek Zainab and Pak etek Syahrul and Pak ngah Zainal, his father's middle sister who will be the guardian of Naya's marriage.

Throughout the course of the reception Naya and Kei did not interact much. Both prefer to silence each other when the guests finish shaking hands and congratulate them on their marriage.

Naya, the 18-year-old girl repeatedly shrank the tears that were sassyly continuing to flow on her adorable chubby face. He never thought he would sit in the pelaminan without being accompanied by his beloved Father and Mother.

Sitting alongside Kei, the man who for two years seemed to be deliberately away from him, made his chest even more tight.

Shown by Ken's face, the fiancee who is all nature and temperament like earth and sky with the man next to him now who holds the title ‘suami’.

Ken, a warm and loving figure. Friendly to everyone. Young and old loved it. Little children like to linger with spoiled wrestle on him.

"Bang Ken.." Unknowingly Naya muttered softly, yet it could still be heard clearly by Kei.

His eagle eyes seemed to want to penetrate Naya's heart. Sontak Naya subdued her gaze, unable to see Kei.

Astarghfirullahazim aposchland. It was no longer lawful for her to remember others, while there was her husband Kei now. Naya again sighed softly.

Meanwhile, Kei again looks busy with his gadget like he is replying to a message with someone. He seemed to be deliberately ignoring Naya, there was no desire Kei to have a friendly chat with Naya, the girl who a few hours ago had legitimately become his wife.

Naya let out a long breath. He held his head which was pulsating pain. His stomach ached, his eyes began to twitch and slowly everything became dark.

“Naya?!”

Etek Zainab who was sitting not far from the pelaminan immediately ran towards the drooping Naya beside Kei. Kei who was still busy with his gadget turned his head. The reflex of his arms coiled into Naya's body.

“Nay? Hey, Nay? Are you okay?”

Kei patted slowly on Naya's cheek while gently stroking his wife's arm.

There was no longer the indifferent and cold Kei that he had been showing for several hours. What he saw now was a man who was so worried about his wife.

“Kei, what have you done? Why can Naya be so?”

Mrs Sri Latifah looked at Kei bullying. Kei rolled his eyes lazily. I was wrong. I am wrong's. I will be wrong.

Without answering his mother's question, Kei immediately carried Naya's body straight to his room.

Etek Zainab and Puan Sri Latifah rushed to follow Kei's long steps. Entering his room dominated by white and grey, Kei slowly breaks Naya's tiny body on his bed.

“Mhm.. Mama and Etek Za sorry, can leave us. Kei will take care of Naya.”

Kei emphasized his last sentence. Undeniable.

“You...?!”

Mama Kei looked at his eldest son full of anger, but his sentence was held back by Etek Za's hand.

The woman in her forties shook her head, then gently pulled Puan Sri Latifah's arm, leaving the room.

Kei let out a long sigh but his thin smile accompanied the departure of the two women he knew must have loved Naya very much.

Slowly Kei got into bed, removed all the knickknacks and hijabs on his wife's head, then began to stick the scent of the latest DKNY perfume under Naya's nose.

A few minutes passed, there was no reaction from the girl. For a moment Kei stopped, his eyes fixed on the face that was only a few inches away from him. He could smell the natural, gentle fragrance of the girl.

Without being able to prevent his nose from sticking comfortably in the neck of that level. The frontal lobe and parietal lobe seemed to encourage Kei to increasingly insert his face in the area while enjoying the new sensation he felt.

But Kei's movements suddenly stopped as he felt Naya starting to squirm her body with her eyes slowly opening.

Kei immediately distanced himself by sitting on the side of the bed, fiddling with his gadget and busy himself with the rectangular object.

Naya who tried to get up from the bed, stared fixedly around him. He felt foreign to the room. The dominating shades of white and black made Naya wrinkle her forehead. This where is it?

“Mhm..Elok was awake, make everyone difficult je. What a spoiled girl!"

“Don't cry anymore! Kind of like a little boy je!”

Naya closed her eyes tightly. She shed tears with the back of her hand.

“Sorry,” he said getting smoother.

Flashback Off

“Naya, why? Just shut up from now on? Bundo noticed Naya changed since from his office Pak Kei earlier, ado apo?”

Bundo Nilam turned his glance towards Naya, then straight back in focus with his steering. Naya was surprised, not expecting the question. Honestly, he was not ready for the question.

"Nngg. ndak ado apo - apo, Bundo. (There's nothing. Bundoese). Naya was just a little dizzy, probably because of the air-conditioned room earlier. Oh yeah, Bundo went straight to the foundation office, huh? If so, Nay just get off here. Let Nay take a taxi to campus, there's this ba’da Dzuhur class," Naya tried to divert the conversation.

"Do you have class? It's okay, Bundo can deliver, really. All Bundo wanted to pick up Najwa, he said his class was finished at 12:00 this afternoon, while Najma still had classes until Ashar later. So, yeah..all of you, right?”

"Yes, Bundo? Nay no trouble Bundo?”

"Yo, indak, I. Bundo acok juo anta japuik, sikembar, tuh."

(Bundo often also shuttle, sikembar).

“O, yes. Just remember, Nay entered Najma's class this afternoon,” Naya explained without being asked.

“Really? Uh, speaking of Najma, she likes you a lot. Even though you just met this semester, he said you're already his favorite lecturer and his friends."

“Masa, the hell Bundo?”

“Iya, really. At home, he often told stories about his college and college. You are often the subject of the story. Said you were really young, but smart, friendly, humble again."

“Ah, Najma overdone, Bundo. Eit, but the smart one is Najma lo, Bundo. Every meeting is always well followed, the value of the tasks is also good. Critical, again. What a Bundo kid, huh." Naya complimented me.

“This you, very good at pleasing parents. Dream daughter-in-law candidate. It's lucky that in-laws have a daughter-in-law like you one day. If only Bundo had a son, Bundo would have tried to make you Bundo's son-in-law."

“Ei, Bundo ko ado-ado sajo. (Ei, this Bundo exists only). So the dream daughter-in-law can not necessarily be a dream wife, it turns out Bundo," said Naya.

There was a bitter tone he was trying to hide.

“What did you say? Bundo less heard?”

Bundo Nilam slightly slowed down the speed of the car when it entered the campus parking lot.

“Ah, no. Nonsensical. Already arrived Bundo, jazakillahu khayr has accompanied Nay to his office, Mr. Kei, trus still give a ride to come here. Thank you very much Bundo. May Allah repay all the good of Bundo." Naya smiled as she closed the car door.

“Eits, not enough with just a thank you, ma'am lecturer. You have to go to Bundo's house next Sunday. He said he missed the original rendang cooked by you."

Bundo Nilam smiled.

Bundo Nilam's smile that adorned his days for several weeks is what often reminds Naya with the etch of Zainab. Ah, how is the youngest sister of the Mother. Long time no see. The last time he met Etek Za was two years ago, when Naya earned her master's degree from the Sorbonne. Etek was present with Etek and Noura, the children of Etek Za who had just finished Junior High.

Aih, his longing wants to be able to visit Batusangkar, the birthplace of father and mother who had never been visited by Naya.

“Ei, bamanuang lo baliak? Gadih ko lai's son, lah acok bana bamanuang, mah." (Ei, pensive again? Oh, this girl, has often been pensive)

Bundo Nilam's voice disperse the reverie of Naya.

“Ah, no. Bundo was talking rendang, right? Nay so remember who likes masakin Nay rendang, etek Za, the sister of the deceased Mother who lives in Batusangkar."

“Eit, don't tell me you want to go home first. Salamaik-an used to be alek wak nan in siko, ah.beko lecture home." (Save/finish our event here first, well after that can go home)

“Sya, Bundo. Naya promises to carry out this trust well. God willing our activities next month go well. This is only mid-semester, no way Naya left the lecture, right?”

Naya smiled reassuring Bundo Nilam.

“Yes, Bundo believes. Bundo hanyo bagarah sajo hotel. (Bundo is just kidding). But Sunday tomorrow it's a big day (don't joke), Bundo wait."

“God willing, Bundo. But Bundo also do not forget rendang and pangek fish balih, yo..”

“Sips, Bundo prepare a special for this beautiful lecturer."

“Duh, thank you dear Bundo," Naya kissed Bundo Nilam's hands.

While saying hello the girl stepped away from Bundo Nilam who looked at her lovingly a mother, until her shadow was lost behind the grove of tabebuya trees around the campus.

To be continued