Honeyed

Episode.45 (SEASON 2)

"How did the doc result? ".

"Alhamdulillah, Mother Aisyah's fetus is healthy. Her fetal heart rate is also normal".

" What gender of the baby can be known doc? ".

" If from what I analyze anyway, the possibility of the baby ma'am boy ".

" What percentage percent is the doctor's mom? ".

" ninety percent seems to be Mom's man. If you want to see the hundred percent, we'll see next month yeah".

"But everything's normal, right Doc? ".

" Healthy normal Mom. For an eleven-week gestational age the important thing is the detail of a normal heart"

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you Doctor ma'am".

" Together Mom. This is my recipe for vitamins. It can be purchased at the pharmacy".

"Good doc. Thank you very much yah".

" Together with Miss Aisyah. Oh yeah, don't forget to be happy. Pregnant women should be happy and should not stress well".

"Ready doc".

It felt very calm and happy, hearing that my second child-to-be was in good health and growing up without one less thing. Allah is All-Good. After being given a daughter, this time In ShaaAllah, me and Mas Fahmi will be entrusted a boy. Having a boy and a girl is a joy in itself. Because you can feel what it's like to have a child of a different gender. If I had told Mas Fahmi I would have been very happy, knowing he would have had a son. Because all this time, Mas Fahmi really wanted to have a boy. Every time I saw myself and Wawa was joking together, and playing salons, Mas Fahmi always said, that later if given the trust again, wanted to feel like having a boy, he said, in order to be invited to play ball, badminton, even fishing. Sometimes I laugh at the behavior of Mas Fahmi who feels jealous of me. This time, God granted the hope of the patient man. Maybe this is the fruit of Mas Fahmi's patience all along.

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum".

" Waalaikumsalam nak"

"Mother, Ayesha forgot the news. That Aisyah is leaving USG".

" Loh?. Sent who?. With Fahmi? ".

" Himself Ma'am, it was permission on Mas Fahmi really".

"What are you wearing? ".

" So Mas Fahmi ordered our taxi subscription Ma'am. It's also done. Just take the medicine that was prescribed by the doctor. Aisyah is still a bully"

"Thank God. How's Mom's second grandchild?. He's healthy, right? ".

" Alhamdulillah, the second grandson of a healthy mother. Even Ayesha already knew her gender, Mom. Yeah, just ninety percent anyway".

"Well, what's the gender, son? ".

"A hotshot who's good to Mom".

" Okay Allah, thank God. Second granddaughter candidate Son's mother?. O Allah, Alhamdulillah ".

" Yes Ma'am. Aisyah also did not expect that it would be given a baby boy. Alhamdulillah Mas Fahmi hope to have a son granted to Allah. Oh yes, but do not tell me first the same Mas Fahmi yah Bu. Aisha wants a surprise".

"Okay ready daughter-in-law beautiful mother. Be careful when you go home. Take a taxi home again, right? ".

" Yes Mother. Oh yeah, how's the show at Marwah Bu school? "

"Alhamdulillah son, smoothly. Here I am acquainted with many Oma from other students. Hehe... ".

" Thank God Mom. Yasudah, Aisyah closes her phone first. Soon Aisha's name was called ".

" Yes son. Careful. Assalamu'alaikum ".

" Waalaikumsalam ".

Right after I finished calling my mother-in-law. My name was called by the Pharmacy department. I stood up and walked to get the vitamins prescribed by the doctor. It is a risk to become a pregnant woman. Inevitably, you do not like to be ready to take vitamins every day for nine months. Everything is done in order for the child who is being conceived healthy, and can be born without one anything less. I walked out of the clinic. As stated by Fahmi. I have to go straight home, as soon as I finish checking the USG.

"Where did Herman go, huh? ".

Murmured myself softly, while looking for Mr. Herman.

It's been ten minutes, Mr. Herman didn't come. Where I don't keep Mr. Herman's number. Lest Mr. Herman forget that I have to wait for myself to finish checking. Today the weather in Yogyakarta is quite hot. It felt so hot waiting for Mr. Herman to come while standing like this.

"Mom, please sit down".

" Oh, no Ma'am. I'm just standing".

"Don't Mom, like her mom's pregnant. Don't get tired".

A Mother who was not too old, stood up from her seat and gave her stool to me. I actually feel bad. But whatever the power, my body is already very tired. There are good people who are not selfish. He gave priority to someone who was in dire need.

"Thank you very much, Mom. Sorry to be a hassle".

" It's okay Mom. I also felt what it was like to be pregnant. Tau really feels like it must stand for a long time especially this is hot. Soon my invitation will come".

"Oh yes, Mom".

" His mother is waiting for an invitation too? ".

Ask me again.

" Yah ma'am, it's been ten more minutes not to come. Maybe I forgot, because I used my family's taxi".

"Oh yes Mother, please. Be careful on the road".

I watched the kind Mother, get in the white innova car. It seems, this mother was picked up by her husband. As soon as she got in the car, she kissed the man's hand. Should it be how this is?, I can't possibly contact Fahmi. He today a lot of office work that is very important, even to the extent that it is not allowed permission by his superiors. If I call her, there I'll only interrupt Fahmi's work. But how?, I really need Mr. Herman's cell phone number. I feel so tired already. I want to get home and rest. Ah, it's good to call Mom again. Who knows if you have a phone number Mr. Herman can call.

"Sorry, the number you are calling is off. Please try a few more moments".

The voice of the operator was heard from across the phone. My mother's number is inactive. Why is it so complicated. Did I go home in another taxi?. But, if I go home in another cab. Kasian Mr. Herman if I have to find and keep waiting for myself here. Never mind, I had to call Mas Fahmi. I guess calling for a while won't interfere with her work.

"Sorry, the number you are calling is off. Please try a few more moments".

Why Mas Fahmi number is also not active, Allah. I have to how else. My eyes have started to firefly. My head hurts a lot, probably the effect of the pregnancy hormones is also due to the very hot weather. I almost fell down, suddenly a pair of hands were supporting my body. I don't know, my concentration is up. My view is unclear.

"Dad?! ".

" Aisha, you're okay, right?!. Drink that".

I gulped down the white water that was presented to me. I felt like my throat was so thick, drinking water. I massaged my head slowly, while adjusting my breath. Thankfully, after drinking the water my vision gradually recovered. And I could only come to my senses and see clearly. Whose hand was holding my body that almost fell.

"Ma-mas Train!! ".

I squealed, and instantly distanced my body from his hands. How could this possibly happen. Why should he help me. What is he doing here?!. And Mr. Herman hasn't come to pick me up yet.

" Yes Aisyah. Its me. You're okay, right?. I'm sorry I was so sassy, but if I wasn't. You can fall down ".

" Why is he here?! ".

" I was actually just going through. Go to the office. But accidentally seeing you like you're not okay".

"Oh, sorry I have to go".

" Wait Aisyah?!".

Mas Fatih held myself back who had even walked away from him. I don't want any more intense interactions with him.

"Aisha, let me deliver you".

" It's not necessary. I can take a taxi ".

" Aisyah wait, why did you come to this clinic? ".

" It feels like I already know the answer to Mas's question just now".

"W-what are you, you pregnant again? ".

What is important Mas Fatih asked me this. I don't think there's any connection. Whether I get pregnant again or not. What good is it to him?.

" yes. I'm pregnant with my second child with Mas Fahmi. Sorry I have to go home soon ".

I spoke without even looking at Mas Fatih. I can't see that face anymore. Surely those painful memories are scattered in my memory again. How not, the man I once so desperately hoped to be a friend is aging me. It actually hurt to birth and my mind. Leaving behind deep wounds and traumas in my life. Even then, I felt like giving up. I want to end all my life. Because it's painful that it feels. At least, I never thought I would feel such a heavy test. It's so hard, anyone who's heard my story in the past, will definitely feel what it's like to be in my position.

"Dad?! ".

"Oh yes, sorry in advance if what I was about to say was disrespectful. Please, tell Mother Layla. Don't force myself to go back to her son".

" M-you mean?! ".

" Didn't you know?!. If yesterday Mother called my house number. Mother begged me. So that I will accept and give a chance to Mas again. I'm not an item, which can be moved around. And marriage is sacred. I think Mas Fatih understands the nature of marriage. Not just a divorce and divorce. Oh yes, it's good Mas Fatih immediately find a prospective companion and get married. So that Aisyah and Aisyah's family will no longer be blamed and made a scapegoat for Mas's decision not to marry again, and choose to widower?! ".

Hopefully, with the words just now. Mas Fatih and his Mother can understand. That they have no right to disturb and take care of my life with my current family. They should be able to be aware of their position, if they shouldn't have done that to me.

" Aisha?!. Forgive your attitude. But what you told you was true. Tha-if Sa-until... ".

Fatih did not want to continue his words to me. I don't know what he was going to say to me. I heard sobs from Mas Fatih. It's possible that my words to her just hurt her heart. I was intentionally. But I'm sure the pain isn't as painful as he's ever done to me.

"If it is to this day, I still love you very much Aisha Fatimatul Salwa".

I was shocked to hear Mas Fatih's statement just now to me. What does it mean to say that to me.

" I love you too, Fatih. But that was before!. There is no more love for you!. Now I just love one name, which is Fahmi. Fahmi is now in my heart. Now and forever. So please, stop loving me, and find another woman".

"Alright, I will never look for a replacement for you Aisha. I will still love you, even though this love will never be as reciprocated as it once was. Though all my life will be lonely and hurt to see the woman I love happy with another man. Oh yes, congratulations on the pregnancy of your second child Aisyah. May Allah do all your business".

I walked away from Mas Fatih. I wiped my tears. I know, I was very mean to Mas Fatih. But this is what I have to do. There is a heart I must keep from getting hurt. The heart of someone who is very sincere in love and accompanies me. He is Fahmi, a man who even accepts me for who I am. A man who never even once floated his limbs to hurt me. The best man God gave me. Mommy and Mas Fatih are just the past for me. I have no relationship with them. Hopefully after what I said to Mas Fatih just now, it can make them aware. And no longer bother my household with Mas Fahmi. A household that has stood for many years, full of affection, understanding, love, and attention. I don't want to lose it all. My in-laws love me as much as their own daughters, their amazingly good husbands, and their good and kind children. Really, they are more valuable than anything.

"Mas Fahmi, I'm sorry Aisyah. Aisyah today spoke to Aisyah's ex-husband. Really, Aisyah did not expect to meet with Mas Fatih. Sorry". I'm lirih.

For some reason, this accidental meeting with my ex-husband. It felt like I was betraying my husband Mas Fahmi. Because indeed, I am very much maintaining my relationship with Mas Fahmi. In any case, I always ask her permission.

"Non Aisha. I'm sorry Mr. Herman. His car tires were leaking Non. So it has to be patched. Sorry for waiting so long".

Suddenly, Mr. Herman's taxi approached me. Ah, finally came too. It's worth a long time to come. Turns out his car tires were leaking. If only Mr. Herman's car tires did not leak. Maybe I won't meet him. The man who made my former trauma return even more terrifying.

"That's okay, Mr. Herman. Go straight home, sir".

I said as I got into the car. I leaned my body in the back seat of the car. It still feels pretty dizzy his head.

" I'm sorry, Non. His intention was to call Non Aisyah. But you don't remember that you didn't keep Non Aisyah's cell phone number".

"Yes Mr. Herman. It'sit's okay".

Answer's short.