Honeyed

Honey Ep.36 (SEASON 2)

This Sunday, the weather in Yogyakarta is quite hot. Choosing to be in my house is not a bad idea. At least reading the newspaper by sipping a glass of mixed ice made by the mother is more enough to eliminate fatigue during six days of work. Even outside, not necessarily able to relax the brain. Must be very crowded visitors, especially this holiday. Amazed man who wants to make himself and his family happy after days of tired and tired. To be honest, I want to take my son Ilham for a walk. Even though it is only in nature. Later, Mother is still busy in the kitchen. Mother will also invite me, if you want. Hmmm. I think what Mother said to me is true. It is incomplete to live unaccompanied. I have been a widower for years. There is one empty side to my heart. Even if I could open up the facts, Ayesha was the one who still filled the emptiness of my heart. I know, this is wrong. I love a woman who has been someone else's wife. But what should I do?. Like a tree that is firmly planted on the ground, so is the love of aisha that sticks great in my heart. The dilemma feels, I've been trying to move on and forget all about Aisyah. The result again I increasingly do not want to take off even though only Aisyah's shadow.

"Mother?. Ilham. Fatih had not seen the boy".

" Loh, yeah yeah. Mother also from earlier had not seen Inspiration. Try checking in the room, son".

"Alright Bun".

I just realized, from earlier my son did not see his nose stem. Usually, he would go back and forth even if only to disturb his grandmother who was busy reading a magazine. Tumben once, today he tends to be silent. I walked leisurely, towards the room of Inspiration. I see from a distance, her room is not in the lock. Is he asleep?, or what exactly is he doing?.

"Son? ".

" Dad Dad".

"What medium?. Tumben's not out of the room".

" Ilham wants to be in Dad's room".

"Ilham?. The same love of Dad, right?. Come on, son's story. What's the problem?. Inspiration to fight with friends at school?. Is there a poor value of inspiration? ".

The streak of sadness was clearly drawn on the innocent face of my son. He seems very sad and disappointed. I don't know, what makes a child this small can feel disappointed and sad like an adult. Isn't it, a child of Ilham's age should be having fun playing with many friends. Or learning together to solve real problems is not difficult. In spite of. Inspiration is not my flesh and blood, but I think I understand what he is feeling. Like a child's relationship with his or her biological parents.

"Here's son".

I hugged the body of this little boy. It's really heartless to see my son like this. Like a flower on the side of the road, which grew itself without friends then I took it and I moved to a more decent place, and I treated it well full of affection. That's how Inspiration, he I took from the parlor. When he lives without a family or even his parents, I take inspiration and I take care of and I grow up lovingly and affectionately. I give you Inspiration, a life more worthy than ever.

"Hikks. hiks".

Inspiration crying in his father's arms. For three days, this child would rather lock himself in the room. After school or after eating together. At first I was ordinary, because I thought she was on a lot of errands from her teacher's mother. But this is a holiday, usually he will spend his time watching cartoons or just joking with myself and Mother.

"What's up, son?. Same story Dad".

" Illam sad Dad. Wawa, Ilham's best friend, has moved schools. Wawa's parents moved Wawa to another school".

"Well, how can you?. When did the move? ".

" Daddy yesterday Wednesday".

"Wednesday?. Isn't it Wednesday that Dad was at your school? ".

" Yes Dad. Her parents Wawa also came. Umi and her Abi Wawa come to school. To tell the teacher. That Wawa's going to change schools".

"Kok Ilham didn't tell Dad?. I've never met Nak Wawa's parents either".

" Dad, I was in the bathroom a long time ago. Though Ilham at that time, had told his Umi Wawa, let me meet with Dad first. And so that Wawa can say goodbye to Dad".

"Then? ".

" Keep, Umi nya Wawa said, if they are in a hurry. So can't meet Dad".

"Hmmm... Do you know where Wawa moved school, son? ".

I saw Ilham who shook his head slowly. Hmmmm.. Kids are so unique. His best friend wanted to change schools, instead of asking where he would move. Even there is only sadness and crying.

" but.. Umi nya Wawa said. Kalo Wawa is about to move to school, which is all her female students, Dad".

"All of his students are female? ".

" Hey'em"

Answer Ilham while bowing his head deeply.

Naturally, my son has lost his best friend. From the first day of school. Wawa was the first friend of Ilham. The beautiful girl was very kind and polite. She is very mature for a child her age. An independent and beautiful child. His attitude is not so childish. Nak Wawa must have been born from the womb of a good and righteous woman. Maybe if I don't get divorced with Aisyah, I can also have a daughter as beautiful and as good as Nak Wawa. Huh, stop. You have to forget someone in the past.

"Yes, how about we just play to the house, son Wawa?. It's a holiday, right? ".

" Really Dad?! ".

" Dad's handsome father's son ".

Inspiration immediately raised his head, and looked at me with eyes that sparkled full of happiness. Inspiration even immediately woke up and hugged me tightly.

" Thank You Dad".

"Daddy son together. Inspiration still remind the way to Wawa's house?".

I don't know where Nak Wawa's house is. Because I have never been to their home. Just this time, I will come and meet with Inspiration. At least Ilham can give the clue a way to Nak Wawa's house.

"Still Dad, the way to Wawa's house that has his Elephant statue. Keep on her way a lot of her colorful flowers".

Elephant Statue. There is only one residential complex with its Elephant statue archway. Housing Yogyakarta Permai. I remember being invited to the wedding of one of my office friends. Along the entrance to the housing, it is decorated with many colorful flowers of various types. I think that's what Ilham meant.

"Yes, Inspiration is ready, son. I'd like to try to bring Grandma. Who knows who wants to come along".

" Prepared Dad".

I walked and left Inspiration in his room. Maybe Mommy wants to come to her family home nak Wawa. It's good that I offered it first.

"Dad. How was?. Mother's granddaughter is in the room, right?. What the hell is he doing? ".

" There's a Bun. Getting ready Mother ".

" Prepared?. Where is Inspiration going, son? ".

" Fatih Sama Ilham wants to go visit his house to Wawa Bunda. Mommy wants to come with? ".

" Oh, Mother at home. Mother has an appointment with Mother. He wants to go home, make a talk at the show ".

" Ooh so, yasudah. Fatih get ready first Mother ".

" Daddy son. Ready wana. Let's not go over in his path".

I threw a smile at Mother, and passed towards my room. I open the closet, I take a hem dress in light gray. Hem is the only thing I managed to keep. This hem is a shirt that Aisyah once bought without Mother knowing. All the things that Aisyah gave me, Mother had already thrown her away. Back then, when I wore this Hem. Aisyah always praised me, she even said that I was very handsome. Maybe, for some people, I am a weak man. Weak men who want to be locked in with their past. A man who doesn't even have the guts to love another woman. Let's just let people make bad comments about me. Some people can only comment on our lives without knowing what the case is, but I'm sure. They would also never be able to if they had to experience what I experienced in their lives. After all, it is not living its name if there is nothing to shed about ourselves and our lives. The fact is that it is very difficult to eliminate the best human being that has ever had a heart.

"Ayaaahhh?!. Inspiration is ready. Ayok".

I was just about to comb my hair. My son was just screaming to ask me to leave. It seems that he really wants to visit his good friend Marwah's house again. I rushed to comb my hair which was actually not too messy.

"Look son".

I came out of the room and took Ilham to where Mother was. I'll say goodbye to Mother.

" Bun, Fatih the same Inspiration to go first well".

I said goodbye while kissing the back of Mother's hand. Inspiration follows me, she also shakes hands with her Grandma.

"Be careful. Greetings to the family nak Wawa from Mother well. Also send your apology. Because you can't play there yet".

" Well, Madam! ". Reply meledek.

I thought I was carrying and walking towards the garage. Actually, my son doesn't like it the most if I'm carrying. Inspiration will always scream and emphasize that he is big and embarrassed if it must be carried by his father. But somehow this time, he did not refuse and just kept quiet. Maybe because she's so happy, she'll see her best friend again. I feel like my heart is feeling its pleasure too.

"Dad, Dad's new shirt? ".

Suddenly my son asked me about the Hem I was using.

" Neither son. This shirt has been a long time. Why is that, son? ".

" Ne papa Daddy. I just saw this shirt. I look handsome in this shirt, Dad".

"Ah, Dad's son is smart. Looks like there's going to be something like this, Hayooo.. ngaku?! ".

" Ilham didn't lie to Dad. His father was inspired to wear this shirt".

It feels so happy. I thought, Aisyah used to just joke around saying I'm very handsome using this Hem. It turned out that my young son had said the same thing as Aisyah used to. I smiled remembering that time.

"Dad, how do you keep smiling? ".

" Hehe... I'm just happy, son".

"Ooh... Dad, why are you wearing this shirt now?".

" I don't know, kid, all of a sudden I'm dying to wear Hem's shirt".

"Oh so".

Inspiration is very critical of his son. He would keep asking until he was satisfied to get the answer he wanted. I sometimes get overwhelmed answering all the questions of Inspiration to myself. There are not infrequently questions that I cannot answer. Like that moment, my son suddenly asked, when he had a Mamah like his other friends. It felt like my heart was almost out of place. My son might ask such a thing. Even if such a question is a common question. What little child does not miss the presence of a mother's affection in his life. Moreover, Ilham has been an orphan since infancy.

"Son, is this really the statue of the Elephant that Ilham means? ".

" Yeah it's true Dad. This is actually the elephant statue".

"Well, show ya later, which alley. Remember right? ".

" Image is smart. So remember Dad's dong ".

" believe it. Whose son he used to be, Fatih's father is that loh".

The watch I was wearing showed ten o'clock in the morning. A very good time to visit, not too early in the morning is also not too late in my opinion. The car used by me and Ilham turned into one of the residential alley complexes. I followed my son's instructions. The memory of my son is truly beyond doubt. Even he was very detailed directing me. Where should I turn, paint the house in what color, what color door, even to the writing RT/RW installed on the front wall of the house Wawa he remembered. Along the way I talked a lot with Ilham. Even until it does not feel now the car is parked in front of the door of the house of my son's good friend, son Marwah. I cleaned my clothes and my hair. I looked at the simple house that stood handsomely in front of me. Very beautiful house, not too big, nor small. Lots of beautiful flowers flourish decorate this house.

"Look Daddy".

Inspiration took my hand. As soon as you get out of the car. I joined my son and walked up to the door of Nak Wawa's house.

" Oh, a minute, son. I forgot I haven't picked up his parcel in the back trunk".

I headed back to the car, and opened the back trunk. There's a little parcel for the Marwah family. Actually this parcel, I was going to give it to one of my office friends who just inaugurated his business. But that's okay, for his family, just want Wawa. It will be easy to buy more for my friend. I closed the back door of the car. Then walk with parcel parcels in hand, walk up to my son Ilham who was standing at the door of the house nak Wawa.

"Toookk.. Assalamu'alaikum".

I knocked on the door of the house and said my greetings.