Waiting for First Love to Return
Meet Aisya

For all sorts of reasons Reyhan ended up leaving the house this holiday. Out of the house and out of the village, permission not to work today. Without informing Mother and Bang Rasya of his intentions. Because it will be strictly forbidden. No one ever lies.

Reyhan rode in the truck as a vegetable picker. Sit next to the driver.

"Thank you sir." Reyhan said after arriving. The truck driver drove Reyhan to his intended address.

"Masama." Polite reply. " When he went home to be together too, before the asar adhan had to be ready to be picked up again. " Reyhan. It didn't take him long to talk to the people he wanted to meet.

The big car is gone. Reyhan remained with his excitement. Confused to talk about how later. What's the main purpose here? He doesn't even know who owns the house.

Reyhan was still standing in front of the wide-open gate. Looking at the large gray and white house in front of him. Confused between forward or backward. When he got here, his doubts came. Fear of being evicted, or not considered family by them.

"Sorry, deck. Who's it gonna look for?" Asked a middle-aged man dressed in scurity to approach him.

"Yes sir. Find the owner of this house." The answer was doubtful, with all four fingers folded and the thumb pointing at the house. Are THEY really what is meant by brother and his mother is the inhabitants of this house? But Reyhan is sure, his late father had a close relationship with this house.

The man took a heavy breath, and stared fixedly at Reyhan. "Whose? The owner of this house died a few years ago. Who have their children left. Who is this guy?" Definitely friendly and polite.

"I'm Reyhan sir. Is this really Adam's house?"

"True, this is the house of the late Adam. This is Reyhan..." Thinking of remembering something.

"I'm Reyhan his son buk Lina." Shaking hands introduces.

"Owh yes, Miss Lina. Sirri's wife is father?" His face was happy to remember something. "I work here. My name is Beni. Let's go in." Embrace Reyhan's shoulder invited to approach the big house. Turned more friendly and friendly. Although from the beginning it was also friendly.

Reyhan walked in. His brain was thinking hard about the explanation of this Beni sir. If this is his father's house? His father is not poor, right? And who lives now are his children? Including his brother? His father has other children besides himself and bang Rasya?

Many questions come in turn. Combining the Mother and brother debate about inheritance, also the explanation of this home worker. Reyhan tries to draw conclusions.

"Relax, don't be nervous. This is your home, too. Your sister Aisya is good. "

"Isaiah?" Beo Reyhan's. He remembered that name. The name written as the bride at the party. The party that my father attended was also his mother. Is that dad's son?

"The one at home is now non Aisya, two of his sisters have worked in the capital city. The four sisters are still in college outside the city and ngekost there, while den Rendra the last child is still MA , but today there is an event with his friends. "

Reyhan counted the number of people Beni said. "That's Dad's son too, sir?" Ask wonder.

Mommy should forbid Bang Rasya to seize inheritance rights. Because his son is here a lot.

"Yes. All biological children. "

"His mother?"

"Mrs Yasmin was dead when she was six months old. And they, especially non Aisya, did not approve of her father remarrying after her mother died. For the reason that he was able to take care of his adek when his mother died. That's why I decided to marry Sirri and you guys are stationed far away from here. Thank God your mother didn't protest. Accept aja. You know that, right? A man not only needs a companion to help take care of his child, but also to take care of himself that a child cannot."

"Let's enter. Sit first. Let me call non Aisya." Tell Reyhan to sit on a long and large sofa. With a glass table in front of him.

Mr. Beni called the person in question. While Reyhan sat observing the spacious room. The room he had once entered during ta'ziah, but was driven out by people he did not know. Even though that face was still recorded clearly in his memory.

Shortly afterwards came a woman in a wide headscarf, carrying a small child, about less than a year old. While Beni sir went nowhere.

"Reyhan huh? Meet Brother Aisya. " See with a friendly smile. Stretching hands together for introductions.

"Yes, sis. " Reply Reyhan replied, and nodded his head politely. They sat side by side in silence. Just the sound of a little baby chattering cheerfully.

"Rey came alone? Mother's not coming?" Aisya's voice broke the silence. And came a middle-aged woman carrying drinks and snacks. Rey smiled politely as she was welcome to enjoy a drink.

"Yes, brother. Rey came by herself. Mother can't go far because of the accident." Reyhan was slow.

"Innalillah wa inna ilaihi. How is Mother?" Her question pitched worry, which made Reyhan squinted in astonishment.

Why worry? Don't you care? And never agreed Mother to be a mother? That's how Reyhan understood from the story of Mr. Beni earlier.

"I'm sorry Rey's sister. In the past, selfish brothers did not want to share the affection of their father with others. Fear of us being neglected if you remarry, as happens to most people. And you don't want to live at home with your stepmother. Sorry if until now even adek-adak brother still can not accept your presence fully. But after all you and Rasya are big sister as well. It flows the same blood in our bodies. " It's obvious that I'm sorry to see Reyhan's unusual reaction to hearing sympathy from him.

"Yes, not papa. It's all happened, right? "

"Keep how is Mother? Healthy right?" His son was playing on the floor eating biscuits.

"Some healthy. It's just that the mother's legs are problematic and can't walk at this time. So we had a little financial difficulties because Mother could not work. " Honest Reyhan. Didn't he come to really want to discuss his rights as a father's son as well?

"Continue?" Waiting for the next explanation. Reyhan was silent, weighing.

"Do we not have the slightest right and part of my father's inheritance?" Reyhan asked by staring at his opponent's bead. Ask as polite as possible. Is that what he wants?

"The "heritage? Have you not been given father's business assets? Still demanding an inheritance! " Report asked carefully and felt disbelief. Little did not accept Reyhan's polite question.

"What assets? What effort?" Reyhan doesn't understand. He was not touched by his father. Only monthly money, no guarantee for old life.

The woman was silent thinking. Reyhan tried to judge this young mother in front of him. He looks good and friendly. Not as evil and cruel as imagined. What's wrong with being more open and speaking up for what it is?

Reyhan describes his hard life after his father left him. His usual life was relaxed and just thinking about learning should be divided with work and work. The mother who has to work from dawn to evening, sometimes even overtime to meet the demands of the cost of life. Also his brother who works hard and often overtime.

Aisya seemed to blink her eyes repeatedly. Breathe in deeply. Think, digest Reyhan's speech. Want to not believe, but it seems that the teenager in front of him is not lying.

As far as Aisya and all her sisters know, if her father's second wife includes a matre woman who gave up her father's property. Not much different from a young wife in the stories. So he is sure that they have got what they are looking for and live properly, so that they never come and disturb him. And maybe they're looking for new victims.

But now? Come in front of the teenage boy who he said his adek was asking for inheritance rights? And tell me about his troubled life? Is it trustworthy?