Suddenly a Husband
After Six Months

"Bun .. don't go. Ben, Ami's. Don't leave Abah alone. Abah's afraid. If Abah himself later they will come and continue to nakalin Abah again." Abah said, whining.

Mother advanced toward Abah, while I and Ami looked at each other. Before long, the mother also cried, like Abah. "And I told you, bang. Don't be like that again, you have to change. Now I can't take care of you. Your actions are more outrageous, we better just separate because together only the bad that exists." Mother said, wiping her tears.

"No, no. You can't go, Bun. I beg you." Abah still acts like a child. "Please Bun, give me one more chance." Abah held the mother's hand, trying to persuade her.

Like any deal we made, in the end my mother also lost when Abah begged her. As children, Ami and I could do nothing because it was my decision. You can only help find solutions so that in the future there will be no more KDRT and other unpleasant actions. I asked Abah to make a written agreement, even we agreed to complain to the police station if Abah repeated his actions.

Now, we are back together in this house according to Abah's request. I hope everything improves, especially Abah Sduah willing to be invited to a psychologist as one of the conditions for referring to mother.

***

Six months have passed. I just celebrated graduation after twelve semesters of college and of course almost in DO. The happiness was increased because in addition to graduating, my application was also accepted as legal in the coal company in West Sumatra, close to Yohana's hometown.

Actually I deliberately directed a proposal to Sumatra, especially near Yohana's hometown because I hoped to find it. Even though I can't be together anymore, I can at least offer an apology for all the inconvenience she's received by my family.

***

"Ben, is that all?" mother asked, as I walked out of the room carrying a suitcase and a backpack containing my clothes and belongings.

"Here you go, Bun." I replied. Putting things on the floor near the living room. Another era of travel that will deliver to the airport. I was going to have lunch with my family. Maybe this is the last and can only get together again at the earliest after three months of work just got a leave of absence.

After eating, we talked for a while.

I reminded Abah not to break up taking medication and always check with a psychologist every month according to what was scheduled.to Mommy and Ami, she said, I can only leave Alif to them to be guarded as best I can.

After the departure of bang Sigit, Alif should be my responsibility because Abah's condition is also not okay mentally. For now I can only leave it to my mother and sister because there is something else that is also no less important, namely meeting Yohana.

Although Alif was not born of Johana, they were very close. All Alif knows is that Yohana is his mother. After the departure of Yohana, Alif became a beggar, often calling her foster mother, even sometimes carried away to dreams.

Talking, suddenly someone came. Reni, he came carrying a tenteng bag containing the care of his mother.

"Are you sure you're leaving, Ben?" ask Reni.

"Mmmm, for the sake of the future." I said, throwing a smile.

"When are you back?"

"Fast three months at this."

"That means you don't see me?"

"I'm sorry Ren, I pray that everything will be smooth, once there's a chance I'll go straight home."

Reni's words were quite taut it made me think. At this time he is indeed sensitive because of the influence of pregnancy hormones. I understood it, so just responded casually.

The time is ready, the travel that will take you to the airport has come. I say goodbye to Abah, mother, Ami, Alif and Reni. They released me with a heavy heart. But this is for the sake of the struggle of life and also the promise of finding Yohana.

***

The plane to West Sumatra has flown. Forty more minutes I'll be on the same island as him. Somehow her current condition, was she happy with her husband? I was honestly worried about meeting Yohana. Afraid that our meeting would be a problem because she already had a husband.

God, I'm sorry I still love and think about people's wives.

***

The flight attendant said the plane was about to land. My feelings are getting mixed. Yohana, can we meet? If we still have a soul mate, I hope to meet him, but if it will only be a problem for him, I would never see him again.

Arriving at Minang Kabau International Airport, I was picked up by my distant cousin. Brother Abah. He was asked tolongi by my mother to take me to the office mess because I did not know the road.

Just getting out of the airport, I felt like I was Yohana. He was walking in the opposite direction to me, scraping his suitcase.

"Aghhhh, I really can't avoid the thought of him. Even now I see it!" I grumbled, but also smiled because even though it was a hallucination but Yohana's face was clearly felt by me.

We took an old antelope to the mess where I worked. Along the way I kept questioning about Yohana's village to my distant cousin. Engki. He was a few years younger than me, every day driving.

"Late next week, if you want to go for a walk do not hesitate to contact me, bang." said Engki. "While there's no need to worry, I'll give you a big discount because we're brothers. Just pay the gas money" he said.

"Ready, thank you very much. I will definitely call you." I said.

Arriving in front of the mess, the guard immediately drove me to the employee mess. Because I'm part of the legal staff, so get your own room which is at the front of the dorm. A room with a bathroom and kitchen. It is quite comfortable to live on your own.

"Here free, bang. Bringing family can also. But yes, this is the place. Very simple." said Mr. Zainal, mess guard.

"Yes, ready. It's nothing, sir. This is more than enough. Besides my wife does not come, in Jakarta." I said.

In biodata indeed I have listed family in accordance with my current ID card.

"Oh yeah bang, tomorrow will come OB who beberes room Brother. Today he has a need to take his brother to the airport, tomorrow morning he will come" said another Zainal.

"Yes, it's okay, sir. I sort myself out is also okay. the next week I have not entered work, still take care of the letters, so it is still loose time." I said.

Even so, Mr. Zainal still promised that OB would clean my room because it was part of the OB task.