Honeyed

Honey Ep.31 (SEASON 2)

The weather today is not too hot. Cloudy indeed, but does not indicate it will rain. The weather has become increasingly unpredictable. Even weather forecast applications sometimes like to miss. Not exactly what happened. Maybe all this is due to global warming. Buildings dozens of levels chasing each other to build. The green trees were cut down mercilessly. How is the earth not getting hotter?. If the plants and trees are supposed to provide cool air circulation then cut down for later in the factory or office building. If it's like this, who's responsible. Actually it is not wrong if you want to build a skyscraper though. They are also built to provide jobs for many people in need. It's just, you should leave some trees so that nature does not get angry. Keep the air cool too. The city of Yogyakarta is still mending when compared to Jakarta. Yogyakarta still has many lush trees and very shady. The heat is relatively more meningan than the heat in a metropolitan city like Jakarta. Great lined vehicles on the streets of Jakarta. Here all roads are congested. Yogyakarta Street is relatively safe. Only in the big days, the streets of Yogyakarta will be a little jammed. It is still in the category. Not as bad as Jakarta. Understandably, hundreds of people came to Jakarta. Fate her fate there. Even though they do not know, what their fate will be like when they have stepped on the Indonesian capital.

"It's nine o'clock".

I glanced at my watch. This morning I promised I'd pick up Wawa at her school. At once will meet with the parents of Ilham. The one who had been looking after Wawa for as long as I was busy taking care of Aisyah in the hospital. At least I should meet, and say thank you to him. My feeling is that his father Nak Ilham is a very good person. Which makes me wonder, why does my daughter not mention her Mother of Inspiration at all?. Could it be that his father wanted Ilham was a widower?. Or indeed Wawa has not had time to meet his Mother Nak Ilham?. Ah, I don't know. The answer is to be found, when I have met and talked directly with his father Ilham. At half-time ten today Marwah came home. It's still half an hour away. The journey to my daughter's school only took about fifteen minutes. All right, the next fifteen minutes I'll use to buy something. At least in my first meeting with son Ilham and his father, there was a small parcel for them. Counting as a sign of thanks for being kind to Marwah.

"Derrr.ttt".

My phone shook for a long time. Looks like there's an incoming call. I did deliberately only activate the vibrate mode. It was relatively safer when I was in the office or stopped by prayer at the mosque. Not making a fuss for sure. I had an embarrassing experience of ringing the phone. That time by accident, my phone rang when there was an incoming call. His position at that time, there was a joint prayer event in my office. I was very shocked plus embarrassed, because the ringtone of my incoming call at that time was a dangdut song. It was a pity how the expressions of the people who were there at that time. They all looked at me, like they wanted to devour me all round. To be honest it wasn't me who put on that dangdut ringtone, but Mom. Because I personally do not really like to listen to music, especially with the genre of dangdut. Though people say, dangdut Is the music of my country.

"Hallo.. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Waalaikumsalam's. What's up, honey? ".

" Abi, did you get to Marwah school?. How then?. Have you met his father, son Ilham?. Is he with his wife or not?. What's her name Abi? ".

" Patient deck. They are still on the road. After all, Wawa's school will be finished at half-ten. See what time it is? ".

" Hehehe.. It's only nine o'clock".

"That's all you know".

" Where is Fahmi going?. It's still a long time".

"The plan is, Mas want to buy something to be given to the son of Inspiration and his father. Yeah, count our thanks".

" Oh yeah, yeah, too. Astaghfirullah, Aisha did not even think that far".

"Yes, it's obviously the deck. In your mind there is only Mas Fahmi doang".

"Yeee. Yasudah I'm careful yah".

" Why even yee, so really not in your mind there is only Mas? ".

" Yes, it's not mas. Kan Aisyah Mikirin Wawa, Mother and others. Hehe... ".

" That's not what it means to be beautiful".

"Easy-after. Be careful, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Waalaikumsalam".

My wife, it's been a habit she'll call me when I get out of the house. He just makes sure I've arrived or not, or just just ask stuck or not?, late or not. I never felt disturbed, to me it was a testament to Aisyah's concern for me as her husband. And I also often tease and seduce Aisyah. Things that for other couples are not important. For me it's very important. At a time when many couples out there who when the phone with his wife or husband just talk enough with a jutek tone. Different from me and Aisha. For me the romance of a couple is not only when will "do the duty alone" but whenever while it can then be done, even if it is only a joke and small appeal by telephone. After all, praising and seducing a wife is part of glorifying a wife. There was a hadith I had heard from Abi in-laws, Abi said that when Aisha and I had officially become a couple.

"You are the best for his wife and I am the best among you for my wife" (HR. At-Tirmidhi no 3895, Ibn Majah no 1977. It is narrated by Shaykh Al-Albani in As-Sahihah no 285). Even romantic towards the wife is one form of good manners. It is also contained in the hadith HR. At-Tirmidhi no 1162, Ibn Majah no 1987. And it is set aside by Shaykh Al-Albani in As-Shahihah no 284, that "The person whose faith is most perfect among the believers is the best man among them, and best of all you are the best of his deeds towards his wife"

"Mom, please make two parcels of fruit yeah".

"Large, medium, or small size sir? ".

" That's just big, Mom".

"Well, wait a minute, sir".

"Dad Ma'am".

Fruit parcel, I don't think that's too bad. I decided to buy a fruit parcel for the parcel of Ilham's parents. A simple chair of rattan perched beside the fruit stall I approached. My body sits on that old, sturdy chair. Some trees give me coolness. I deliberately chose to wait outside instead of in the car. The natural air is much more refreshing than car AC. I can't wait to meet her parents and inspiration. You see, I was so amazed at them. Today, many people have begun to have poor empathy and sympathy for others. Especially to people they don't know. But all this did not happen to Ilham and his parents. They are even very good at Wawa, although they do not know who his parents are or where he lives.

"Excuse me sir. The parcel is done".

"Oh yes, Mom. How much is everything in total?".

" Three hundred thousand sir".

"It's Mom".

I thrust a hundred thousand dollars worth of money into the mother of the parcel seller three pieces of fruit. That kind of money can get three large parcel fruit beds. I don't think it's too expensive. I put a parcel crackle and put it in the car. My watch shows nine o'clock over twenty-five minutes. Five more minutes is enough to go to Wawa's school. The car I was driving was running at a moderate speed. It was rare for me to speed on the street, except in an emergency like when I brought Aisyah who was screaming in pain to the hospital. My daughter Marwah's school is soon to be seen, because indeed I have entered the front gate to Wawa school. Some of the children were seen coming out of the classroom. I got off after parking the car. My eyes are looking for the whereabouts of Marwah.

"Hallo is Abi's beautiful daughter. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Abi Waalaikumsalam".

"Where is school, son?. Is anything difficult? ".

" Abi Engga. Smoothly dong, Wawa had learned with Umi last night".

"Oh yeah yeah. Son?, where's Wawa's friend Ilham?".

"Where are ya?, Oh that's Abi! ".

" Loh, let's go samperin son. He said Abi told him to get acquainted with Wawa's friend?".

"Anyok Abi".

" Ilamu'alaikum Ilham. This is Abi I. Abi wants to know you". Aisha introduced me to her friend Ilham.

This boy looked up and looked at me. He smiled and immediately woke up and greeted me.

"Assalamu'alaikum Abi his Wawa. I'm Ilham, I'm Wawa's friend".

" Waalaikumsalam nak Ilham. MashaAllah, good boy well. Who is waiting for Ilham? ".

" Ilham is waiting for her father Ilham. But haven't come in yet and haven't called the teacher".

The face of Ilham looked gloomy.

"Ooh, son of Inspiration would not?. Change come and play to Wawa's house? ".

" Well, Ilham can go with Abi Wawa?".

"By dong nak. Later, Abi Wawa said goodbye to the teacher first".

I left Wawa and Ilham, then headed towards the direction where a teacher mother was sitting taking care of some files.

" Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry Mom. I am Abi from Marwah. I want permission to take Son Ilham to our house. He said his father Nak Ilham had not yet come ".

"Waalaikumsalam, Oh yes Sir. The guardian of Nak Ilham has not called us either. Well, I'll tell Wali nak Ilham sir".

" Thank you, Mom, this is my number. Then just give my number to the Guardian son Ilham well. Thank you very much Mom".

"Good Sir. We will tell you later. Equally Sir".

I walked back to Ilham and Wawa. I took them both to the car. And drove towards home. Throughout the journey Wawa and Ilham were busy talking about the lessons they had just received today. Judging from his face, son Ilham is a smart and good child. This child also looks mature and beautiful. His parents must have educated very well. Because a child is like a blank piece of paper, and the greatest imitator. Therefore, it is good as a parent to give a good example.

"Son Ilham? ".

" Yes Abi wawa".

Answer her politely.

"Where do parents want to work? ".

" Dad's working in the office. If Mother... ".

Inspiration does not continue its speech when it causes the word Mother. I don't know, what's wrong with her mom?. Is the mother of Nak Ilham gone?. The face of Inspiration turned into a sad. It was like a deep wound.

" Mother why son?. How not to continue?".

"Ilham does not know where her Mother Ilham, Abi Wawa. Inspiration is just a Dad's kiss".

" Oh so. Sorry if Abi Wawa wrongly asked ".

" It's okay Abi Wawa".

"If Abi Wawa may know, whose name is Ilham's father? ".

" His father's name is Ilham, Fatih ".

My heart immediately beat loudly hearing the name being mentioned. I don't know, there's fear and pain mixed into one. Why should his name be the same as my ex-husband?. Is Fatih who meant by his father's inspiration, the same person as Fatih Aisyah's ex-husband?. Or just coincidentally the name is the same. I hope, it's just a coincidence that the name is the same, but the person is different. I've been bleeding to make Aisyah to be able to rise up and forget her past. I don't want to, my old wounds and my wife's past to be opened and remembered again. After all, Fatih's ex-husband Aisyah as far as I know settled in Jakarta. I'm sure this isn't the same Fatih as Aisyah's ex-husband.

"Laughter? ".

I immediately called my daughter. I'm afraid Wawa heard and told her Umi. If his father's name is Ilham Fatih. Although this is not necessarily Fatih Aisyah's ex-husband. But I don't want him to remember his past for hearing that name again.

" Wawa's sleeping, Abi's Fatih".

Answer the Inspiration to me.

Thank goodness my daughter Marwah fell asleep. It means he didn't hear my conversation with Inspiration. Wawa won't tell her father Ilham's name. At least I can hide this from Aisyah, until I make sure that Fatih's father Nak Ilham is not the same person as the person who was in the heart and past of my son Aisyah.

"Oh, yasudah. I'd love to sleep if you sleep. Later when it reaches Wawa's house, in wakein".

"Ilham is not sleepy Abi his Wawa. Inspiration to see the view".

I glanced back. Inspiration was looking at the window. Look at whatever this car is going through. I kept thinking about Ilham's father. I wish I could meet her today.