Honeyed

Honey Ep.37 (SEASON 2)

Today Ibu and Mas Fahmi are out to buy some typical Yogyakarta snacks. The plan will be packaged to your sister in Jakarta. Wawa and I decided to stay home. Apparently taking care of school transfers, quite energy-consuming, time, and also the mind. I guess it'll be simple, as simple as I love Fahmi. It seems to be the opposite. The regulation is very complicated and long-winded. Cooking and taking care of the house is much better than taking care of the Marwah school transfer. As I recall, my time at school wasn't this complicated. Just bring a certificate of transfer, and immediately can immediately leave at the new school tomorrow morning. I don't know, times have changed drastically. There is no other way than to keep up with the times. Than the dizziness think of an increasingly advanced era is increasingly stressful. I better go to the kitchen and prepare to cook the lunch menu later.

After shopping, Mama and Mas Fahmi are very hungry. They would be happy if they went home ready everything at the table. It just so happens that today I'm going to cook my mother and husband's favorite meal. Mas Fahmi's favorite capcai vegetables and Mom's favorite broccoli oseng. Me and Wawa. Because indeed, Wawa was exactly the same as himself. What was on that table was eaten without protest.

"Uniii.... ".

I heard Wawa screaming.

" Umiii. There are guests! ".

Turns right. My daughter did call her Umi. I guess I heard wrong. Understand, whose name is Aisyah if it is in the kitchen it does not want to be disturbed.

"Oh.. Yes son. Tell him to come in first. Umi will come forward. It's on its fry duty, afraid of the charred". I said to Wawa.

Wonderful, so fast coming. Though usually Miss Erni will come at one noon. Even though I ordered the pudding from last night. I glanced towards the wooden wall clock installed on the kitchen wall, only nine and ten minutes. Or indeed the order Bu Erni today is not much yes, so quickly. Last night Mas Fahmi told me that he wanted to eat the pudding sold by Ms. Erni's neighbor of the complex. Be in this modern era, stay chatting, orders will come. I hurriedly lifted the fry from the frying pan and turned off the stove. After some time, I hurriedly headed to the front living room while carrying fifty thousand pieces of money to pay for the pudding order.

"Tumben cepet really came by Bu Er.... ".

My eyes wide. My heart seems to stop beating. My world doesn't even want to turn around anymore. It felt like at that time, I wanted to get angry as he was angry at Marwah. Why Wawa did not tell his Umi, if the one who came was not Miss Erni. I wanted to scream and go as far as possible. My heart and emotions are getting out of control. Why isn't destiny on my side?. I dodged it desperately, but fate brought it closer and even closer. The money I was holding just fell on the floor. It feels so bad to see that guy. Two men were sitting in the living room of my house. A man I really don't want to meet. The man who destroyed everything. He's a past that shouldn't be coming back.

"Nog... ".

It's not over Wawa spoke to me. I immediately retreated and left the room. I was not wearing my veil at the time. Stupid me, I should have asked Wawa who came first. I was embarrassed, he saw my face again after so many years of not seeing me. I feel like I'm a sinner, like I'm betraying Mas Fahmi. How could I not wear my veil in front of a foreign man who is not a mahram (Mahram is all that is haram to marry forever because of heredity, my marriages and marriages in the Islamic Shari'a). The man easily saw my face again. I don't care, even if he's seen my face in the past. But today his situation and status were already different. He has been a stranger in my life. A man who has no right to see my face. What should it be now?. I even let a male guest into my house when there was no Mas Fahmi and Mom at home. Especially this guest is Mas Fatih, my ex-husband himself. What would Mas Fahmi think if he came home and found his wife was receiving a male guest who was none other than her ex-husband.

"Oh my God, what should I do?. Tell Mas Fatih to come home and leave the house, or let him?. What would happen to Rabb if Mas Fahmi saw all this".

I said in my heart amid tears that were no longer contained.

" Umi?. Umi why not come out too?. Ilham's father is waiting for Umi".

Marwah's voice was heard from outside the room. I don't want to go to the living room anymore. The atmosphere was very non-wearing. Why does all this have to happen?. Why, O Allah, the past who tried to grave Asiyah deeply with his memories, suddenly appeared just like the wind that blows without excuse. Now how should I behave?. Pretending not to know him?. That would not have been possible, that man who had been a part of my past life. How can I pretend I don't know him?. But, claiming to have known each other would not be possible, what would two little boys who did not know for years about all this?.

"Allahumma laa sahla illa maa ja’altahu sahlaa, wa anta taj’ta sahlaa” [meaning: O Allah, there are no facilities unless you make it easy. And thou hast made sorrow (difficulty), if Thou willed it shall be easy]. (CHR. Ibn Hibban 3/255)".

I pray for ease. Abi and Umi have always taught me this prayer. They told me to read this prayer when I was in trouble, and wanted ease in dealing with it. I am sure that ease will come only from Allah, and even the difficult things can be easy if Allah wills. It is only to God that my heart depends, not upon a weak self. Believe it or not if the heart is too sure or too PD (confident) so forget the Lord up there, then really the business will be more difficult. Remember that whosoever trusts in Allah, Allah will make his affairs easier.

I took the veil stored in the closet. I wear a veil in line with my hijab. Inevitably I should still meet my ex-husband with his son. In the future, I can only leave. Both my legs feel very heavy to step on, hopefully Mas Fatih will come home from my house soon. My breathing was actually tight and I couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. I was sweating and shaking. Not because I still have feelings for my ex-husband, but because all of this happened so quickly.

"Come here".

My daughter Marwah immediately called and told me to sit down, as soon as she saw her Umi appear from inside the house.

" His father is Ilham. This is Umi Wawa. Sorry, but Umi came in. Because Umi nya Wawa can not meet male guests if not use a veil. So the Umi his Wawa directly entered to use the veil first ".

" Why do you have to wear a veil? ".

" Ilham, Umi I'm beautiful. So you have to wear a veil. Let her pretty Umi just for her Abi me only. Is it Umi? ".

Marwah is a very smart princess. Once told and understanding he immediately understood. Even today, Wawa explains to her male friend Ilham, about the reason her Umi is wearing a veil. I did not even expect, Marwah would explain it all in front of Ilham as well in front of the man who was her ex-husband Umi. I just nodded my head slowly. Confirmation from Marwah. The atmosphere is very awkward. Fatih was silent, and so was I. I don't know where to start talking?. My heart is broken, I am trembling. Was-was and was very afraid that my husband Mas Fahmi would misunderstand what he was seeing now. Soon, my husband and mother-in-law will be home soon. What do I have to explain to them?. My mouth was locked, not a single word came out of my mouth. Clockwise it feels like spinning for a very long time, maybe even not rotating at all.

"Dad, introduce yourself to Umi's Wawa".

" Ehh. oh i-iya boy. Dad knows it".

Mas Fatih's voice was nervous.

"Huh?, his father Ilham already knew his Umi Wawa well? ". Wawa's voice sounded very happy.

" Eh, be-yet nak Wawa. That is, Ilham's father already knew, that it was Umi Wawa".

"Oh, kirain is familiar. Oh yes, I'm sorry, Dad Ilham. Abi Wawa is not home. But I'll be home soon".

Ah, if only the son of Inspiration knew. If his father was ever very close, as close as nadi with his Umi Marwah. Even without you whining, force your father to introduce himself. Umi nya Marwah already knows her very well. Much more familiar than you want Inspiration.

"Eh-yeah. Sorry, I'm Fatih. I'm the father of Nak Ilham, a friend of Marwah's".

I just listened and still looked down. I didn't say anything in front of Mas Fatih. I don't want to look at her anymore. Just now, I accidentally stared fixedly at him.

" Umi, ayok Umi change and tell Umi's name to his father Ilham".

Now even Marwah who whines and forces me to get acquainted with his friend's father.

"No need son. Just later. We wait for Abi to come home".

My answer is to give understanding to Marwah.

" Why wait for Abi to come home?. It's gonna be a long time. Kan Umi just tell you the name of Umi the same as his Abi Ilham ".

Marwah still urges me. She wondered why her Umi to introduce herself was so difficult and tended to refuse to speak. Alright, than Wawa getting more curious and thinking about what not to. It's good to just mention my name in front of a guest who doesn't really need me to introduce myself.

"Aisy... ".

" Aisha Fatimatul Salwa".

I have not finished saying my name, Mas Fatih has already mentioned my name even complete with my long name. Honestly, I was uncomfortable and didn't like to hear him call my name, let alone be that complete. Why does this man still know my long name, and ah, I just realized, the clothes he wore were a gift from me first. What exactly did he mean by coming here wearing the hem shirt that I had given him for years?. The clothes that I used to give lovingly and lovingly to my husband, yes at that time Mas Fatih was still my husband and had not been divided with another woman named Siska. What does he really want?. Don't you think Mas Fatih already knows?, if Umi Wawa is Aisyah's ex-wife first?. But like that it's impossible, because the first time I went out of the house into the living room. Mas Fatih's face was as shocked as mine. Even his face turned deathly pale.

"Wahh... Where does his father Ilham know his long name Umi Wawa?".

Marwah my daughter was astonished, her friend's parents memorized her Umi's long name. Really, I'm really upset with him. Why did he say my name so completely in front of my daughter Marwah.

" Oh, Ilham's father read from the list of names of the parents of the students at the old Marwah school son".

"Ooo... ".

Wawa Manggut-mangut.

I'm sure, Mas Fatih lied to my daughter. He is unlikely to see a list of guardians at the old Marwah school. Why don't they come home from here?. I was deliberately silent and more silent. To make Mas Fatih feel clumsy and unpleasant, then immediately go home. It's been ten minutes. But this man still did not want to go home. How else can he get home soon?.

"Umi, usually Umi if there are guests for tea as well as bring food. How are you doing now? ".

Again Wawa complicates his Umi situation. It felt like saying, it was intentional for his friend's father to come home from here quickly.

I stood up and would go back to make a drink that had been deliberately not served. If only it wasn't for Ilham's son I told Mas Fatih to come home from here. Strange, why isn't he here with his wife?. Where is Ilham. Are they busy?, so they don't come here. I don't know, I don't want to worry about the unimportant.

"Oh, no need. We're going home".

Ah, finally. This man will also leave my house. It felt so happy to hear him say that, why not just now.

"Dad, why play so fast. Kan Dad has not met Grandma and her Dad Wawa. Don't go home, Dad. Ilham had not even heard Wawa's story about her new school".

Astaghfirullah Inspiration. I can only say something in my heart. Why children are never sensitive to the situation. It's good his father will leave home, son Ilham did not even want to go home. Can only give up the taste. I haven't even sat back where I was.

"Next time to tell her story. Later can be by phone. I have office business".

" Dad, it's Sunday. What is the office business? ".

Father and son negotiate with each other. As a result I chose to sit back, even though the chair I was sitting in felt like there was a needle. It's such a piercing needle, that I don't want to sit back in the same chair. Cold and silent, that's all I do. I just pray that everything will be fine. It's almost eleven, soon Mas Fahmi will definitely reach home. Hopefully, before Mas Fahmi comes home, this man is no longer in my house to visit.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... ".

Mas Fahmi, say hello from the front gate of the house.