Honeyed

Honey Ep.33 (SEASON 2)

"Umi, today Abi can not take Wawa to school. Umi can take Wawa?. Abi had a business in the office very suddenly. Just got in touch. Or Wawa goes with his daughter Yusril sir? ".

" Don't Abi, let Umi take Wawa to school. Take our taxi. Umi wants to go to the market. Want to buy kitchen needs are over".

"Really?".

" Same Oma here".

Suddenly Oma offers herself to escort her beloved granddaughter.

"Don't! ".

My words go with Aisyah.

"MasyaAllah, this husband and wife is very compact. May the world be happy, both of you. Aamiin".

" Aamiin's". Answer me and Aisha again.

"Yas, tomorrow let Umi alone the beautiful princess Umi yah Abi".

"Yes, but be careful. When you finish shopping, go home soon".

" Dad Abi".

"Oma, just this is not a list of vegetables and kitchen needs that run out? ".

" Where to look".

"Oma's son-in-law is the best and smartest. Until the details record it. Right, this is my son".

" Oma could have been".

Aisyah like her blushed with Mother's praise.

"Yes dong, whose wife was it? ".

My jokes tease Aisyah and Mom.

" Ye is obviously Mother's handsome son's wife dong".

"Hehehehe... ".

The three of us laughed together. It feels very happy to have a single husband like Mas Fahmi and a mother-in-law as good as this. Family is the most precious treasure. No one can replace the family in anyone's heart. Happy, sad, crying is also the family who feel it. I am always grateful to have them in my life. The prayer that I have prayed to Him, is none other than, and is not, that I may be gathered back in His Jannah. Heaven Mas Fahmi after marriage remains to his Mother, therefore, I am grateful that God gave Mas Fahmi the opportunity to always be close to Mother and obedient to Mother. As for myself, his Heaven passed from Umi to my husband Mas Fahmi. Hopefully I can make it easier for Mas Fahmi to reach Jannah through me, I mean from my support to make Mas Fahmi remain obedient to the woman who has given birth to him. Fahmi is a very nice guy. Allah's Apostle once said that “Verily the woman was created from the ribs, she cannot be straight for you on one path. If you want to be wise with him then you can be wise with him but there is a bend in him. If you insist on straightening it, you will break it. And the break is his talc.”(HR. Muslim). Thank God, I have Mas Fahmi. The man who to me is a righteous man. Fahmi was very patient with me. Even when I'm not okay.

"Oh, let's have breakfast first".

Mom took me and Mas Fahmi for breakfast.

" Wawa where? ".

Fahmi asked me.

" Oh yeah, looks like he's in his room. Umi check first. Abi went to the dining room with Mom. Later Aisyah followed by Wawa".

"Battle".

I walked to Marwah's room. Sure enough, my beautiful daughter was looking in the mirror while reading a mirrored prayer. "Allahumma kamaa hassanta kholqii fahassin khuluqii". It means: "O Allah, as You have created me well, so correct my morals." (SR Ahmed). I always used my daughter to pray. Including things as small as reflections, Wawa never forgot to pray.

"Took... ".

I knocked on the door of Wawa's room which was actually open. But it has become a good adab, to knock and ask permission first before entering someone else's house or room.

" Daughter, can Umi come in? ".

" Can Umi. Entry only. This Wawa is tidying up Wawa's hijab".

I went into my son's room, as soon as I got permission from him.

"Are you ready, son?. Let's have breakfast first. That's Abi same Oma was waiting in the dining room".

"Daddy Umi, it's over soon".

" Daughter, today Umi who took Wawa to school is dear".

"Well, where is Abi going Umi? ".

" Abi's busy baby. There was a sudden assignment at the office. After all, all Umi wants to go to the Market son".

"What do we wear, Umi? ".

" Abi has ordered a taxi subscription to nganterin Umi and Wawa to school dear".

"Oh, that. Come Umi. The water is finished and ready".

" Come on, kid".

I held Wawa's hand and walked towards the dining room. Marwah is a very independent girl. He never demanded much of anything to Umi and her Abi. He was always grateful for what he had. Even Wawa never troubled me and Mas Fahmi as well as his Oma.

"Waaahhh. Alhamdulillah".

Wawa was very excited to get the fried chicken served on the table. He loves fried chicken.

"Here we sit down".

Oma said to her grandchildren.

I sat next to Mas Fahmi. Thank God, the habit of eating together in the Umi and Abiku families, decreased also in my family now. I really enjoyed eating together like this. Calculate the time to chat and talk to each other. I felt once, when I was unconscious because of the cancer that attacked me, it felt like I was on the verge of uncertainty. God will give me the chance to live again, or my time is up in the world. And after God gave me extra time to live, I didn't want to lose this simple gathering moment, as simple as having breakfast together in the morning.

I heard someone say hello at the front door of the house. Fahmi moved to the front and opened the door.

" Who is Mas? ".

" Mas Mamat, the taxi driver has arrived. Umi same Wawa is ready? ".

" Oh, that's it".

Answer me briefly.

"Yasudah, Umi Sama Wawa went first. Don't be late for school. Abi is leaving too".

" Isn't it true, Papa Abi? ".

" Yes no papa Umi".

My daughter Wawa and I got up from our seats and then said goodbye to Mom and Mas Fahmi. Not good too if you have to make Mas Mamat taxi driver wait too long. The taxi left the house. Time shows at seven less than twenty minutes. It is enough to shop to the market after delivering Wawa to school. To the market if it is too late, it will not be part of the fish and other sea dwellers. The vegetables are left over. Usually the market will start closing around nine o'clock. Even if there are still open, which is presented only potluck and not complete.

"Dear laugh? ".

" Yeah Umi? ".

" Try checking her bag. Is anyone missing no? ".

" There is no Umi. All of them Wawa has brought in a bag kok".

"Alhamdulillah if that's what son is. Oh yes, later if you want to go home tell the teacher's mother to call Abi yes son. Umi forgot to ask Abi, can pick Wawa home from school or not".

" Yah Umi's. Umi?. Can Wawa ask you something? ".

" May be dear. What's up, son? ".

" Umi, when did Wawa have a sister?. Many of Wawa's friends already have baby sisters. It seems like there's a baby brother ".

I was very surprised to hear the plain question that came out of my daughter. I have not even thought to add another baby, especially after being sick for up to two weeks. But what Wawa asked me was perfectly natural. After all, Wawa is quite big, I think Wawa's question can be considered.

"Umi??... Umi, how do you even daydream? ".

" I-iyah. Wawa will also have a baby sister. But I have to be patient".

"Really Umi?. Wawa will have a sister?. When's Umi? ".

" If God has given you son. If Wawa wants a sister. Wawa had to pray a lot with God. Ask God, let Wawa immediately in the love of sister".

"Alright Umi. Every day, Wawa will pray with God. So that Allah quickly love Wawa baby sister yah Umi. Asyiikka".

" Yes dear. Wawa is a smart school. Let it be later if you already have a sister. Wawa can teach you".

"Umi's Ready".

" Son's Son".

I said while kissing Wawa's forehead.

It did not feel that the taxi car I had with Wawa had entered the parking lot of his school Wawa. I got off and drove Wawa to the front of her school gate.

"Thank you Umi, it's been between Wawa. Wawa went to class first yah Umi. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Daddy son. You welcome. Learn smart, son. Waalaikumsalam ". Wawa left me after saying goodbye and kissing my hand.

Time seems to stop. My heart is beating so fast. What did I just see?. A figure I know very well, even if only seen from a distance. I can't possibly see wrong. That's right, I still understand, even though I haven't seen each other for years. Someone who I really didn't want to see, suddenly appeared before me without excuse.

My legs feel almost motionless. Dizziness and trembling. Why destiny is so funny, bringing back pieces of the past that are even far behind. The old, thick dusty book was forced back to read. There was something strange in my heart, it all felt mixed into one. But, what is he for in Yogyakarta. And what interest does he have in coming to Marwah school?. Could she have lived in Yogyakarta and married and then had a child, and that child was in the same school as my daughter Marwah?. I don't think that's all possible. My former mother-in-law would never agree to move to a city close to my birth. Especially after I never reply to his letters first, I'm sure. Mother hates me so much now.

"Sorry, teacher, ask. Who was the father who was wearing the brown suit and white hem?. Is he one of the students? ".

I was forced to dare to ask one of the teachers who was standing guard in front of the school. Just to make sure, that my eyes are right, and not wrong to see or not just a hallucination of myself. Because I couldn't possibly have hallucinated about this, never at all.

"Oh, that's the father".

" Yah Ma'am. Who yeah? ".

" It was indeed one of our student guardians Ma'am".

"Do you know what her name is? ".

" If it's not wrong it's Mr. Fatih. He was the guardian of a student named Ilham. Nak Ilham who became a close friend of Nak Wawa at school Mom".

"Oh. Thanks for the info ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Wa'alaikumussalam ".

I've made sure I didn't see wrong. He is a piece of the past that I have buried in my life for so long. A piece I might never look for again. The pieces that have been replaced with better ones. I feel like my heart is back. Like a movie that can be replayed instantly. This is how the person reminded me of all the stories of the past. The past, which I burned to ashes. All the stories that have come and no longer have a place in my heart or even my life. Why did fate hurt me so much, dragging that person back into my new life. Returns all old stories in an instant. The series of stories I've worked so hard to erase in my memory. The old memories I threw away. And easily, it all came back.

"Mas Fatih?, his parents want Ilham?. While son Ilham is a close friend of my daughter?. So, yesterday I talked to him on the phone?. Even my husband Mas Fahmi has spoken to him. Also give parcel packs to her".

O God, why must you present him again?. Even after all these years I have been trying to destroy memories of the past. Bringing himself back again and again. What would happen, if Fahmi knew?. That the parents of Ilham's son is Mas Fatih the ex-husband of his own wife?. Mas Fatih who even kept his biological daughter as long as I was unconscious in the hospital?. How could this happen?. Destroyed for sure, I'm sure. Fahmi would be very hurt if he knew all this. Knowing that the ex-husband of his wife who turned out to have been very good and take care of his daughter. Mas Fahmi had been very patient waiting for me, no matter how much his heart ached. He never forced me to forget my past. Mas Fahmi was even patiently waiting for my love to be whole for her. Why, God, why men as good as my husband, must go back to the trials many times. After you tried with me who was sick with cancer and unconscious for two weeks. Should I tell all that I saw today to Mas Fahmi?. Or I just shut up, and pretend I don't know. For Mas Fahmi to know it himself. I'm afraid, Mas Fahmi misunderstood me again. Really, I really love Mas Fahmi. I don't want to disappoint him. I don't want to make my husband hurt and sad. How am I supposed to get through all this?.

"Mas Fatih, why do you have to reappear in my life and Mas Fahmi who is almost perfect. Why did fate bring you back into my new life story". I said in my heart.

"Hikks".

I wiped away my tears that did not feel like they were falling. I hope what I see today is not a bad sign for my life.