CHANGE MATS (REPLACEMENT WIFE)

Elfin

Riyan glanced around the small, deserted airport. Flight activities are only available once a week. It was a small plane with 12 passengers.

As today the plane came down with five passengers from the city of M with a travel time of 45 minutes. The passengers consisted of Riyanto and his two children, plus two employees from one of the oil palm plantation companies. This area is famous for the legendary Sigupai rice area. It's just a pity that over time the rice fields change function so that large buildings are owned by those who have thick wallets. The livelihoods of the population are turning to oil palm plantations. Most of the coastal area residents are still loyal to become fishermen to make a living.

This area of Aceh is very special because it is flanked by mountains and seas off the Indian Ocean. White sand along the beach becomes a place of entertainment for local residents because this small town is minus entertainment.

Riyan's presence was welcomed by his late wife's family. For almost a year now, Riyan has not met his late wife's family. The last time he met was when his wife died of illness. Now Riyan returns to this small town to pay a promise to his wife who has gone to heaven.

Riyan's father-in-law waved to see Riyan and her two children coming out of the airport building.

The two Riyan children ran to meet their grandfather who looked fresh at a young age no longer.

"Rizkiy...Arsy.." shouted Mr. Hari with a loud voice typical of the village.

"Grandfather.." cried Rizky the eldest daughter of Riyan. The seven-year-old single fell into the arms of his grandfather. While his younger sister more calm just smiled shyly.

Riyan walked quickly, leaving the in-laws to wait too long outside the airport building. The weather is clear but not hot. Very friendly weather.

"Dad..." Riyan put the suitcase through the old man with reverence. They are small people very thick with politeness and manners.

"How are you, son?" Mr. Hari looked at his daughter-in-law with teary eyes. The loss of a daughter died a year ago. Who can fight destiny? Difficult fate Riyan must be a widower at a young age.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy Dad! Sorry for waiting so long!"

"Oh no. Let's go home! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Riyan nodded while pushing three suitcases into the car park. There is already parked silver metallic SUV car. Simple cars are suitable for families. Not going up nor did the class fall.

Riyan helped her in-laws put their luggage in the back of the car. There was a sense of awkwardness but was quickly dispelled by Riyan considering his goal of coming back to this city.

Mr. Hari put his two grandchildren in the car in the back seat while Riyan sat in front with the in-laws. Riyan wants to take over the stiur but is reluctant to issue an opinion. The best choice goes with the flow.

Moving cars leave the airport location near the sea. The airport is surrounded by oil palm plantations owned by local farmers with different land areas.

Along the way to Mr. Hari's house hasn't changed much from last year. There is no significant development other than the movement of iron ore mines managed by outsiders. This will reduce unemployment.

The distance from the airport to Mr. Hari's house is only about two kilometers. In an instant they had already arrived at a pretty big house. Including luxury homes for the size of the population of this city. Next to Pak Hari's house was a smaller building with a clean courtyard. The two houses are only limited by an iron fence as if to say that these two houses are not related to each other. Riyan knew that it included the house of Mr. Hari inhabited by the youngest son of Mr. Hari. The story of why the boy wouldn't stay at home with his parents Riyan doesn't know. Riyan also rarely met the child because he studied at UGM Jogjakarta.

The car stops giving Riyan time to immediately drop all three suitcases belonging to him and the children. The two children of Riyan ran into the house crying out cheerfully to meet the family of their mother. The carefree voice of Rizky and Arsy makes the whole house gather to welcome the presence of guests from the big city. Bu Tiara exclaimed happily at the presence of her granddaughter for so long. From another room comes Ayumi and Dahlia who are the younger siblings of the late mother Rizky. The two hijab-wearing women hugged both nieces happily.

"It's Aunt Ayu's son." Ayumi pinched Rizky's cheek slowly.

"Yes dong! It's a future star." joked the jolly Rizky. His sister Arsy was a bit passive did not overflow the euphoria of meeting her mother's family. Maybe Arsy is too young to understand the meaning of losing his beloved mana.

"Where are you guys?" tanya Dahlia squatting her body as tall as Rizky.

"There's a front with grandpa. We're going to Auntie's beach?" asked Rizky impatiently wanted to play in the white sand immediately.

"Wait a little afternoon rock us there. It's still hot! What if we eat first? You must be hungry." bargain Dahlia trying to take the heart of her sister's child.

Rizky laughed showing off her toothless front. Arsy was silent not invited to talk by his two tantas. What is the lack of Arsy until ignored by the two women. They both grab each other's attention while not caring for a little girl who needs more attention.

Mr. Hari and Riyan entered the greeting from Riyan's mouth because they saw someone else in the house.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikumsalam.eh nak Riyan! Sit over! Not tired?" in-laws Riyan welcomed her daughter-in-law with great hospitality.

Little smiling Riyan shook her head in disdain due to the presence of her two sisters-in-law. The two hooded women threw a sweet smile at Riyan teasing the man.

"Get me some drinking water for your brother!" mr. Hari's orders to his daughter.

Ayumi leaves Rizky walking into the kitchen. Dahlia drags Rizky into a seat near Riyan giving the impression she is close to her sister's child. Arsy walked over to Riyan himself without a word. This little guy is quiet. Unlike the jolly Rizky.

"How's your office, son? Still busy?" ask Mr. Hari in between them sitting together.

"Lumayan there has been little decline due to the global crisis. But the whole thing is safe! How's dad doing?"

"All down. The yield of rice harvest is reduced, now the rice factory is also somewhat jammed because now there is a rice grinder from home to home. Mini milling machine that travels around the village. Most now expect from palm oil. That's the price going up. Up a little bit down a lot. Anyway, it's very difficult." lamented Mr. Hari told me the jams of their city's economy.

Riyan mangosteen sok.

"It does. The important thing is to be careful!"

Ayumi came up with a tray in hand containing several glasses of red liquid. At first glance it is a syrup made from sugar given flavor. Fat-storage drinks. Sugar levels must be very high.

"Drink bang!" said Ayumi kindly.

"Thank you." said Riyan glanced at the sweet Ayu in Muslim dress.

All Acehnese women who are Muslim must wear clothing and hijab. There are no exceptions other than girls who are underage. Even some small children follow the hijab follow the trend of Acehnese citizens.

"Son Riyan how long has it been here?" ask Mr. Hari to return Riyan's consciousness to the charm of his son. It must be admitted that Pak Hari's children are all beautiful. Yenni's oldest wife Riyan who has died then Dahlia, Ayumi and the last Rose. Mr. Hari has no sons. All the girls are women. He is married to Yenni and Dahlia. Ayumi and Roses are single. Dahlia is a widow without children, this woman is divorced because her husband does not have a steady income so Dahlia does not want to continue the household.

"Maybe a week, it could be more because it just so happens that the kids are off school."

"Oh that..Was the presence of nak Riyan related to Yenni's trust?" ask Mr. Hari directly to the point of discussion.

Riyan's in-laws knew that it was not his wife's trust that Riyan could not return to a city far from his hometown.

Riyan pulled the seedlings a little along with a nod. Yenni wrote a will that had to be opened in front of the whole family a year after she died.

A year has passed, Riyan came to hear the will from the wife he loved so much. Whatever Yenni's last request she'll fulfill as long as she doesn't break the law.

"Yes dad! I want to put the trust of her mother's children to let her calm down there."

Mr. Hari nodded in agreement with Riyan's words. The message of those who have gone must be fulfilled as best they can.

"Well, tonight we call all our families to read the contents of the message of Yenni! The letter was sent to Mr. Tuo (Dad's Gate). He will represent us all reading the will of Yenni. Hope you don't mind!" Mr. Hari examines the hue of Riyan's face waiting for a rebuttal from his daughter-in-law.

"Of course not dad! I also can't wait to fulfill Yenni's will. When I'm done I can live quietly without burden."

"It's good that it is! I'll call Mr. Tuo Yenni soon! Riyan's son take the kids to rest first! We'll have lunch soon."

"Yes dad...Come on kids! Let's take a break!" take Ryan to his two children. Arsy nodded without opening his mouth while Rizky chose to leave the house look at the front yard of the house looking for a new atmosphere. A very different atmosphere from where he lived in the city. Here children play freely in front of the house without parental supervision. They run here and there not afraid of kidnapping. Free-spirited children.

Rizky wants to join but is still reluctant because they do not know the children around their grandfather's home environment. Rizky just looked over the fence.

Inside the house Riyan carried Arsy into the room that had been reserved for Riyan and the children. That was Yenni's former room in life. If they go home there where they stay. Now the owner of the room has gone far away from them. Just leave a sweet memory in Riyan's heart. Yenni's wife is perfect without flaws. Unfortunately kidney disease gnawed the woman's body until it returned to Rahmatullah.

Rizky was astonished to see a beautiful, pure white, slightly greenish-eyed woman walk into the small house next to the fence. The woman smiled sweetly at Rizky even though the child did not know the woman.

The woman pushed the motor matic into the fence of the house and then closed the fence then approached Rizky without crossing to where Rizky stood.

"Rizky???" ask the woman softly. His voice was smooth like a bedtime storyteller.

Rizky mangosteen though did not know the man. Rizky is fascinated by the woman she judged too beautiful to be the girl in the village.

"This brother knows me?"

"Know dong! I mak bit (your youngest sister)! Forgot the same bit! We met when you were a kid. When's coming?"

"Bust until. You're my mom's sister too?"

The young woman nodded with a smile showing two deep dimples. The more perfect God's creation. Besides beautiful, her voice is also smooth in the ears.

"Yes.your youngest brother mama! Want to go to Mak bit's place? You open that little door! Cross over here!"

The woman walked a bit in the middle where there was a door to cross into the house next door without having to get out of the fence. The woman is not the door for Rizky to cross to her place.

Initially Rizky hesitated because he was still reluctant to this beautiful woman. Riyan often messages should not be close to strangers. This woman is a stranger even though she is her mother's sister.

"Your father is Riyan and you have a beautiful sister named Arsy. I am your Mak bit! Don't be afraid. Or you said it used to be the same Mak Tuo at home. Tell me you're going to Mak Bit's house."

If this one Rizky agrees. Ask permission first to play to the neighboring house so as not to bother people looking for it.

The woman's Rose Yenni's youngest sister. Yenni, Dahlia and Ayumi are one mother Rose children of Hadi's other wife.

Pak Hadi married Sri for five years without children then remarried to Tiara. Mr. Hadi was given three daughters from Tiara. Ten years later, the rose was born. So the rose is different profile from his three brothers who look ordinary village people. Unlike the Rose who has a Portuguese mother Lamno who looks like a Caucasian. In the colonial era, many local people married Caucasians, so until now their descendants are still scattered around Aceh. Especially in Aceh Jaya and Nagan Raya. Mother Rose is a mixed descendant of Caucasians and local people so her blood flows to the Rose. No wonder the rose is beautiful but unfortunately her life is not as beautiful as her face. He's been estranged since his mother died. Bu Tiara objected to Rose living in a house that she purportedly claimed the rights to her and her son. Roses can't live in a simple tenement. The house is small and there is only one room. The rose that lives alone.