Honeyed

Honey Ep.40 (SEASON 2)

The angel still looks the same. Nothing is different from him in the least. Still as beautiful as six years ago, when I met her. Highlight her eyes were sharp and shining emitting her beautiful figure. Her clean face without makeup polish is very soothing to anyone who sees and looks at her. The best woman I've ever known, and the one I've ever had. The woman who is patient as wide as the ocean, the woman who made me run out of words to be able to describe her figure. Anyone, will feel very grateful when you can have it. And also, will feel a deep trauma if he loses himself. The angel is still in my deepest heart. The love I had for her never even lost the slightest item. I don't understand, do I feel wrong?. Still holding love for a woman who has become the wife of another man?. The proof is that it is very difficult to forget him in my heart and life. The biggest regret of my life is my stupidity. It was my greed that made such a beautiful angel go from my life. Like a leaf that suddenly fell, like that was my second meeting with him. After all these years never saw her directly. Fate is so good, to meet me again with him whom I still love. Even the bonus I can see directly his face ayu.

"You're so pretty Aisyah".

Gumamku.

" Aisha?!. What did you just say my son?!".

I was shocked and nervous. That feeling there was no Mother behind me. Why did Mother suddenly hear my very soft words. Damn it, Mother even heard me mention the name of her former daughter-in-law. Mother is still very hurt, because Aisyah does not want to come to help when I am sick, or at least reply to the letters that Mother sent her. I don't know, I think what Aisyah did was perfectly natural. Which woman is not traumatized and hurt in such treatment by her husband and in-laws first. Even though Mother and I have explained everything that happened, but still it will not be easy to erase all those terrible memories. I until this moment alone, still not strong if I have to remember all the tragedies. I feel like a very stupid and pathetic man.

"Oh, what are you doing? ".

" Abspond to Mother's question?!. Why did you call that name, even saying that she was beautiful?! ".

" N-no Mother. Fatih doesn't talk like that. Mother heard wrong".

"Remember that, son. Mother does not want you to still be stuck in the past with the woman. You have to be aware of Fatih, when you're sick. That woman is very indifferent and doesn't care about you. Of course, the woman was having fun with her new husband. Without knowing the situation of you and Mother".

"Mother... Suds... ".

" Mother will never be willing. If you fall in love with her again. Mommy can find another woman who is better herself. After all, aren't you ashamed?. Still love the past that even belongs to another man? ".

Mother kept scolding me, even cutting my words. I don't know, how to explain to Mother. And, if this is the case. Mommy should not know, if Wawa is the biological child of Aisyah's former daughter-in-law. Mother should not know the truth that, her son who she told to forget her former daughter-in-law first, actually met in her house directly. Can not imagine how angry Mother if you know all this. Why continue to hold a grudge against someone who does not even really deserve the grudge itself. What Aisyah did to me and Mother, is none other than wanting to keep the feelings of the man who is now her life companion. My ex-wife is a pious woman, she will not easily respond to anything and in any form, if it relates to a man who is not her mahrom.

"Mother, listen to Fatih. Will you not also accept, even though Fatih has a prospective companion with the same name as your former daughter-in-law?"

"No will?!. You are ridiculous. There are many names in this world. Should you choose the same name as your past?. If so, there you love your present woman by assuming she is the same woman as your past. No-no Fatih, Mother will not accept even if her name is the same?! ".

" Athaghfirullah Mother?!. Mother why the hell?!. Don't hold a grudge. Later there is Mother herself who is hurt. After all, it is only natural that Aisyah did not reply nor did she respond at that time. Because what she did was to keep her husband feeling. Fatih also will not be willing, if for example Fatih's wife still cares also with her ex-husband and his family".

"You are Mother's child?!. Why even defend your ex-wife?!. Never mind, it's hard talking to you. If you have contact with that woman, you even dare to oppose Mother's words?! ".

"Bundaaa. Fatih dear same Mother. Fatih does not want Mommy to hold a grudge with others like this".

I explained my point. Even though Mother did not want to hear and also left myself. I don't know, my last words were heard by Mother or not. Why is everything so complicated?. Not even Mother knows the real incident, it's like this. How about we find out?. That there is a storm, and could-can ask to move house again. Where do you want Mother one city with Aisyah. In the past, Mommy asked me to move to Bandung, even though I asked to move to Solo. I'm sure, it's because Mommy doesn't want me one more town with my ex-wife in solo. Aisyah and her family are indeed Solo natives. In the city of Solo, knitted my love and aisyah began. There are many memories in Solo. And at this moment, I did not expect the angel I once had also lived in the city of Yogyakarta. What is all this, just a coincidence?. Or a sign that I will be reunited with Aisha?. Because indeed, my farewell to Aisyah was very painful. We were both victims, but Aisyah felt the pain more. If indeed God will reunite me with Aisha, will Mother bless her?. I don't know, it all gives me headaches and stress.

"Derrr.t... ".

My phone's vibrating. There was an incoming call. But from whom?. It's a new number.

" Hello? ".

" Oh Hello bro. How are you doing? ".

" I'm sorry, who is this? ".

" Compulsive very you. Time doesn't want me".

"Seriously. But I don't know".

Who is this actually?. My number is new, why would anyone want me to know and be so familiar with me. His style of speaking is like that of a close friend.

" Broooo?!!. I'm meeting your time office in Jakarta!".

"Office friends?!. My office friends are a lot in Jakarta. So just tell me what his name is?! ".

" Call you remember again. Haha... ".

" Sheety...!! ".

I turned off the phone intentionally. It's too bad to serve people unclear like this. He was asked what his name was and laughed. Just spend some time. Don't know what anyone else is dizzy.

" Derrrt".

"Actually who the hell?! ".

I said without further ado.

" Eitts.patient bro. Well, you are, very emotional.

It's me, brother, Alex. Your best sohib in jakarta ".

Shock to hear Alex's name. He was one of the people who contributed to the destruction of my household with Aisyah first. Because of hearing advice from him, I could hurt and destroy the angel as well as Aisha. I wanted to be angry with him, but it was my fault. Why should I ask for opinions on people like him, Alex really likes to play women and also his daily life is not far from bars and women's nights. Alex, why else would he call me again. And where does he know my number.

"Bro, how did you even get?! ".

" Oh yes, sorry".

Answer's short. I think I'd like to turn off the phone.

"Bro, your rich should be much-grateful?! ".

" Huh?!. Grateful?! ".

I was confused by Alex's words.

" Yes, man, grateful. I also moved to Yogyakarta today. The same city as you. Haha".

Astaghfirullah, why this person also moved to Yogyakarta. It feels so lazy to be in a city with him. I don't want any more contact with Alex. The impact is very much if you make friends with him. Why destiny always equates complete happiness with suffering. The happiness of Aisyah being one city with me, and the suffering of that damn Alex is also one city with me. Why he moved to Yogyakarta. So annoying.

"Oohhhhhhhhh".

Reply lazily.

"Yeeehhhh. Bro, meet yuk. I haven't seen you in a long time. Where's your house?, if you don't let me come to your house".

" Next time Lex. I have a lot of business".

"Buset, the more arrogant Lu. What business anyway?!. Uh, you must be happy with your two wives. Who was the temperature, Alex is that".

I want to beat Alex in the mouth. Because of his advice, my household was destroyed. Everything's shattered. I lost Aisyah, the best woman ever. If only I hadn't heard Alex's words. I must be happy with Aisha. This instant Fatih who became her husband Aisyah, not Fahmi.

"Hemmmm. You should be responsible. Never mind, I want some business. Sorry".

I turned off Alex's phone. And exhale with annoyance. Why does that one human have to appear again in my life. Alex can't know where I work and where I live. I don't want to meet him. I have to avoid Alex. Long enough, I felt miserable hearing his words. It's good to change my phone number. But what kept me from thinking, was actually who he got my new phone number from. Or maybe he has an office with me in Yogyakarta. Could be my doomsday, if one office with Alex. I was miserable and lost everything. I want to live a quiet life, with no humans like Alex.

"That's you, belagu terribly. I haven't finished talking play matainin. I'll call again, my broo".

My phone is flashing. I got a message from Alex. This kid really can't be told. He sent me a message, and he'll call me again. If it continues like this, there I have hypertension (high blood pressure). I have to check right away, if there's a new guy in the office on behalf of Alex Kurniawan. If anything, I'll move out of the office now.

Aisyah, deserve Marwah very beautiful, smart and polite. It turns out that she was born from a woman's womb as good as yours. Looks like Marwah is down on your beauty. Smart little girls are also very nice. If only I hadn't wasted you. I must have had a child born from your womb. But Aisyah, if indeed our meeting yesterday was one of the signs that I would reunite with you, should the man who has been violently tormenting be born and your mind be reunited with an angel as perfect as you?. Do I deserve to have you back?. And do you want to accept me?. To be honest, I never expected to be juxtaposed with you again Aisyah. But since yesterday's meeting, my love for you which I have been pressing tight in the chest, suddenly just returned to give her strength. The hope of being able to be juxtaposed with you again becomes very shaky. Although I myself do not know, in what way and what kind of scenario, God will reunite us. If so, I will accept Marwah like my own daughter. Although I was aware, Wawa was not my biological child, but the son of another man who is now still your husband. If only you knew that until I met you again at that time, I still could not find a replacement for you in my life. I was willing to widen for many years, not infrequently many mouths that maliciously hurt me through his words about my status of widower and not married. Maybe this is God's reward for me, so that I can be worthy again, if I have to be found and juxtaposed with you again. Having you back is a dream I never expected. In fact, even if it won't happen. But at least, God knows, that I still want to be given the opportunity to have my little angel again who has been lost. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever had, hopefully not only I'll have, but I'll have it back. I've killed this feeling for you many times, but the more I destroy it, the stronger it gets. It almost made me desperate.

"Still daydreaming?!. Still thinking about your ex-wife?! ".

"Mother?. Forgive Fatih Mommy, Fatih has no intention of opposing Mommy".

"That's it, don't talk about it. Take Mom and Ilham to the Mall. Mommy wants to buy something".

" So Mommy's not angry, is she?".

"Where can Mother be angry with Mother's only son? ".

" Thank God, Alapyu pull Buunnn".

I said while kissing Mother's forehead, and walked towards the room to get ready.