Honeyed

Honey Ep.32 (SEASON 2)

"Ilham, what about your best friend's family, Wawa?. Sorry well, yesterday I couldn't pick you up at school and at Wawa's house".

" There's Dad's rame. At Wawa's house there's his Umi. Wawa, there's his Oma, there's his Abi too. Inspiration there to eat together and study together".

"Oh yeah?, fun dong".

" It's so fun Dad. There is also a wedding photo of Umi and her Abi Wawa. Umi's Wawa's got something on her face".

"They must be very nice, son?. Oma Nya Wawa's. What's the same as Grandma's cooking? ".

"Yes obviously delicious Grandma dong's cooking. But Oma Wawa's cooking is delicious too. Abi Wawa wanted to see Dad. That's why they bring fruits".

" Ohh.yeah Dad's not good. It'll be easy for Dad to call, son. Kan Dad already has his parents' number Wawa".

"OK Daddy. Don't forget to say thank you, Dad".

" It must be my son. Yasudah Ilham now rest well. I have to get up early tomorrow for a show at school".

"Good Dad. Grannies.. Inspiration sleep first yah".

Inspiration to sleep with his grandmother who is still fun embroidery.

" Dad Grandma's handsome granddaughter. Have a good rest, baby".

I noticed my son's small body walking towards his room. Thankfully, Ilham has a good friend whose family is also good. I'm so bad, old man nak Marwah brought a lot of fruits. While I can't meet him. It's good I'll call right now. It's not good to have to wait for tomorrow morning and just say thank you. Actually parents want Marwah why?, why almost half a month can not pick up his daughter. Are they busy?, or because they are important people who have a row of work schedules with many people and have to get out of town?. I don't know, I haven't even met them, at least with one of his family.

"Tuutt... ".

I decided to contact Nak Wawa's parents, and still wait for my call to be received.

" Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry who? ".

A woman's voice was heard from across the phone. Maybe this one who receives is Umi nak Marwah.

" Oh, Ha-hallo. Waalaikumsal. Sorry to bother me his dad son Ilham ".

"Oh yeah, I'll call my husband first for a second yeah".

" Yeah".

I'm waiting for Abi Wawa to talk. Pretty long. Umi Wawa why not continue talking to me?. Why did she call her husband to talk to me?. I just want to say thank you. Because yesterday was guarding Ilham and giving me a parcel. And also wanted to apologize for not being able to meet at his school Ilham and Marwah. I don't know, honestly this heart is shaking. Apparently there are still women who are that kind. He did not even dare to speak for long with foreign men. I remember Aisha. My ex-wife, the woman I once had. An angel who now knows where and has belonged to someone else. My ex-wife Aisyah is also like her Umi Marwah. He won't talk to strangers for long. Aisyah will definitely give me her phone right away. Maybe now Aisyah has lived happily, or even already has a daughter or son. It was painful to think of him. To be honest, there is no woman like Ayesha. Truly, it felt like I had not sincerely lost Aisyah, but fate forced me to remain sincere.

"Hallooo... ".

" Hello... Assalamu'alaikum ".

" Hello Ilham's Dad? ".

" Hello.. ".

" Oh, uh i-iya. Hello Waalaikumsalam Abi nya Wawa". I was nervous and very surprised.

"Loh, I guess the network is being error. Turns out his father Ilham who daydreaming anyway? ".

"Heee.., Sorry-sorry. I was not focused".

" It's okay his Dad's Inspiration. Sorry for waiting so long, I happened to be in the garden behind the house. So my wife has to go back first to call me".

"Oh yeah it's okay. Sorry I was daydreaming too. Oh yes, I am the Father of Inspiration. Earlier I wanted to say thank you sir, for bringing my son Ilham home, also for his parcel parcel parcel parcel. I'm so sorry, I haven't been able to meet at Wawa and Ilham's school. Because there was a very urgent and sudden interest".

" Oh, on the contrary, Abi nya Wawa would like to say a very big thank you. Because we've taken care of our daughter Marwah as long as we can't be next to Nak Wawa. You're welcome sir, it's okay. Maybe next time we can meet".

"Aamiinu. Sorry to interrupt the time. She wants to call her tomorrow morning. But changed her mind so she's calling now".

" Oh no papa sir. My wife and I were not busy either".

"All right, I hung up on her, Abi her Wawa. Hopefully I can meet up soon. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Yes Sir. Aamiins. Waalaikumsalam ".

My phone connection is turned off. I still haven't gotten out of my seat. I'm still thinking about Umi nak Salwa. For five more years, only this time I found another woman who was like Aisyah. Ah, I shouldn't have thought of another man's wife. It was definitely not Aisyah. Where Aisyah is now, I don't know. Why is it so hard to forget all those memories. If you have to be honest, from the bottom of my heart. Still left a drop of love for my ex-wife Aisyah. How not?, Aisyah and I were separated in a very non-wearing manner. But, is it true what Mom said?, when I was sick. Even my ex-wife doesn't care about me?. Aisyah did not even want to reply to the letters that Mother sent her. Does he still hate me so much. I don't know, I think what Aisyah did was natural. She already has a husband, where maybe she will be free to come and respond to Mother. Keeping her husband's feelings is the most important thing.

"Doorrn... ".

" Ah, Mommy surprised Fatih just".

"Cock daydreaming son? ".

"Oh yeah?, what's the talk?".

" Yes talk as necessary Mother".

"Then what makes you daydream?".

" Emm.. Fa-Fatih was just remembering something".

"Something or someone? ".

Mother's question tones probed me.

" Someone anyway. Hehe... ".

" Who?!. Oh yeah, what's Abi nak Wawa's name? ".

" Ohhhh!, Fatih forgot to ask Bun. Back to the chatter".

"Keep daydreaming why?. Mother's question has not been answered. Who's somebody? ".

" A-Aisha Mother".

I was shaking about my ex-wife's name. Especially this in front of Mother. It seems that Mother really does not like to hear the name I call. Mother's face turned full of emotion and annoyance. Maybe Mommy feels trivial and ignored by her former daughter-in-law. Mother even threw her gaze towards the window. I don't know what's on your mind.

"Mother? ".

" Fatihi!. Never be her name again. And Mother is not willing if you still remember and think about your ex-wife!".

"Mother, Fatih is not thinking of her Mother. It's just that, when Fatih first contacted his Abi nak Marwah. The first to speak was a woman. And his movements are similar to Ayesha's".

" Fatih, Mother has said. Don't mention Aisha's name. He doesn't care about us anymore. Very arrogant and unwilling to help".

"Mother".

" You should be able to forget the memories of your past, son!. Mother wants you to find happiness again with another woman. If your ex-wife can be happy with another man. You should be much happier than them. One of them is by marrying another woman! ".

" Mrs...".

"Again, there's a lot. The women out there are better, more beautiful, and more righteous than in your past. Ayok dong, Mother's only child must rise from the past slump".

Mother grumbled at me. I haven't even had the chance to call her, Mother directly cut and continued her scolding on me. I don't know, even though I'm not trying to remember or get stuck with the past. I know that Aisyah is happy with her husband now. Mother's words to me just now are also not wrong. Naturally, Mother wants me to marry another woman. Mother also wants to see her one-on-one son married and happy, and have a baby. But the fact is, I haven't been able to open my heart to other women. It's not that I still expect Aisyah to be mine again, because it's something that will never be possible. Love and household problems for me can not be careless. Moreover, I once felt the sense of domestic destruction and loss. And to make matters worse, I lost the best woman I've ever met.

"It's dumb, if you can't find a wife. Let Mommy who is looking for the best woman to be Mother's daughter-in-law".

" Ja-don't dong Mother. After all, marriage cannot be as good as it is. Fatih also needs to be comfortable and really have a taste".

"Yes from the Mother's only son, still confined to his past which has passed many years. Fatih, after all Mommy already wants to pet a grandchild from you son".

" Mother be patient, if it's time. God will bring himself a woman worthy of Fatih. And it will certainly be easy. Fatih is also busy working Bun".

"You're always the reason for being busy. But the name of the human also has to try son. How the story goes you will get a wife. If you are not trying to find. There is also a dream that is rich".

" Yes Mother is beautiful. Later Fatih will find the best woman to be a beautiful mother's daughter-in-law. Okay".

"Well that's dong, right Mother so adem hear it. Yasudah. Remember!, must move on. Mother has moved on from the monster".

" Hehe.. Mother Iyah".

Mother just left, leaving myself in the TV room. Looks like Mommy will take a break. It feels amazing to yourself. For so many years of being a widower, I didn't even think of finding a wife. Even Mother is the one who thinks about it. All this time in my head is how to make the Inspiration of my adopted son and my own Mother. As well as taking care of a series of jobs that seabrek. The pain in my heart is still painful. Until this moment, I have not been able to find a woman as good as Aisyah, or at least that fits in my heart. The status of a widower is also not easy, not all women want to marry a man who has become a widower. Even if I have to marry again, I want her who is my wife is a woman who will accept me and with all my past stories, can also love and accept Inspiration and Mother well. I guess, years of not getting news Aisyah can really help me to forget those memories and be able to step up to live with a new partner. In fact, the pieces of events always come back to remember me with the best woman I've ever had.

"Aisha, it's very difficult to find a replacement for you. How unfortunate I am, for having to lose a woman as good as you".

I mourn my poor self. Very poor and too poor. Rice has become porridge, all I have to do now is keep the spirit and do not despair. I am sure that God has prepared a very good man according to Him to replace Aisha in my heart and life. Regrets always come too late. But everything I've been through so far, is a very valuable lesson to live and move forward. A good companion according to God is what I need right now, not in my opinion.

Because what I think is good is not necessarily the best according to God.

"You may hate something, but it is good for you, and you may (also) like something, but it is bad for you; Allah knows, and you do not know" (Albaqarah (Albaqarah) : 216).

It is one of the verses in the Qur'an that now calms my troubled heart. One verse makes me believe that His plan is far more beautiful than my own. Man can plan, but in the end God determines. Determining whether our plans are good and will be desired, or vice versa plans that we consider good are actually not good for God. Ah, nevermind. There is a feeling I need to think about and I am happy. Now I don't want to think about the companion issue. I am also not ashamed of my widowed status. Everything has been outlined, and as an ordinary human being, there is nothing I can do but submit to His terms.

There will be rainbows after the rain, although sometimes they appear very long and require patience. Because beautiful is hard to get.

"Yes Rabb, if you do not give me a companion as good as my old Aisha, at least give me a companion who will accept my bad good". My prayer resigned and wiped the tears that did not feel dripping on the cheek.