Honeyed

Episode.48 (SEASON 2)

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum".

"Yes Hello, Wa'alaikumussalam".

" Is this true with Mr Fahmi's family? ".

" Yes right, what's wrong? ".

" I apologize in advance, we are from the information section of Fatimah Yogyakarta hospital. We would like to inform you, that brother Fahmi is being treated at Fatmawati hospital. Please the family to come immediately and take care of the administration".

"W-what?!. My husband is in the hospital??!. But what about my husband?!. What the hell is going on?! ".

"Please go to the hospital first. Later we will explain the chronology of the incident. Well I hung up on her phone. Assalamu'alaikum".

" Wa'alaikumussalam ".

My body is trembling, limp. The phone I just received, broadcast a sad news to me. It's just right, from then on my feelings were very unpleasant and definitely very unsettled. I prayed many times that my husband would be fine. But in fact, God wants something else. I told Fahmi not to go to work. Because my gut feeling is so bad. Fahmi won't listen to my words. He still insisted on going to work. Fahmi is a hardworking person. He considers a trust is a debt that must be paid immediately. But this is the first time, Mas Fahmi to fall ill and enter the hospital.

"Mother....?!. Ibuu...?! ".

I rushed to find Mom. I can't wait any longer. I need to know the news and go straight to the hospital. My mind from earlier was no longer minded. How is my husband's condition now.

" What's up Ayesha?. How are you so panicked?! ".

" Mother... Fahmi Mas Bu's".

"Fahmy?. What's wrong with Fahmi, son?. Didn't he just go to the office?".

" Mom, Aisyah just received a call from Fatimah Hospital Yogyakarta. Fahmi went to the hospital. Hikkks.. We have to get there, ma'am. Aisha is worried ".

"What?!. Fahmi's in the hospital?. But why son? ".

" Aisyah doesn't know either, ma'am, the hospital told us to go to the hospital immediately".

"All right, you calm down. Let me get ready and call Mr. Herman. Mumpung Wawa is also in school".

" D-d-d-d-l Mom".

I'm headed for the room. Take a few pieces of Mas Fahmi's shirt. Also prepare all the needs to be taken to the hospital. I wiped my tears, my mouth was always wet with thousands of her for my husband Mas Fahmi.

"Mom, Ayesha is ready".

" Yes, son, that's Mr. Herman up ahead. Ayok".

Mom and I hurried out of the house and got into Mr. Herman's car taxi.

"Sir Herman, please kind of hurry and bring the car. I want to get to the hospital immediately".

" Patience Aisyah. You are pregnant, there is a fetus that you also have to take care of son".

"Dad Ma'am, Aisyah was only very worried about Mas Fahmi's situation. Aisyah wants to see Mas Fahmi Bu immediately".

" Mom is also very worried about Fahmi son. We pray a lot. Hopefully Fahmi is just exhausted, and thankfully today can also go home soon".

"Alright Mom".

I can only obey what my mother-in-law said. Mom's right, I'm pregnant. There's life in my stomach that I have to too. No matter how sweet, I need to keep calm. Although honestly my heart is in a fog thinking about how Mas Fahmi is in the hospital. Hopefully, the journey to Fatimah hospital is not constrained to jam. The road to Fatimah hospital passes through offices and schools, so sometimes the streets become very crowded and often jammed. I don't know why, it feels like something's hurting in my body. Hearing my husband who I loved so much lay weakly helpless.

"Sir Herman".

" Yes Ma'am".

"Sir, it's eleven o'clock. Please pick up Marwah at her school. Please take them to Fatimah Hospital".

" Good Mom".

I heard my mother-in-law told Mr. Herman to pick Wawa up at her school. Mother also told Mr. Herman to take Wawa to the hospital after returning from school. Marwah can't go home. No one is home.

"Sir Herman, a little faster, sir".

"Yes non Ayesha. This also increases the speed of the car. Patience is non".

"Dad Sir".

Along the way, I could only cry and continue to pray. I'm so worried. For years married to me, only this time Mas Fahmi was sick until he had to be treated in the hospital. Usually, Mas Fahmi will only drink you traditional and tomorrow it will be a bit better. But why now mas Fahmi can get to very drop his health?. Did Mas Fahmi's work in the office cause stress and affect my husband's physical health?.

"So how much longer will it take? ".

" Three minutes left. Not soon".

Mom held my hand tight. Give me support. Convincing myself, that her kimi son was lying in pain would be fine. Thankful, I have a mother-in-law like me. Mom never even made my heart hurt. I think of myself as his own son. Despite living in one house, my mother-in-law never even interfered with my household affairs with her son. In fact, I never once had a problem and a fight with Mom. One of the blessings of God is to be given excellent in-laws. Out there, there are so many daughters-in-law who fuss with their in-laws. And I don't want that to happen to me in the least.

"Sir come! ".

I'm getting impatient.

" Patience with Aisyah. It's also in the hospital parking lot".

My mother calmed me back down.

The car door opened as soon as the car was parked and stopped. If I wasn't pregnant, I would probably run into the hospital.

Mother held me back, even more so as to restrain myself from walking too fast. How can I relax. My husband was lying weak in a hospital bed.

I went straight to the information and administration section of the hospital, as soon as I entered the Fatmawati hospital.

" A minute, Mom. I checked the data first".

I waited for the information officer and the administrator to look for the data room where Mas Fahmi was treated.

"In the VVIP Room Melati yah Bu".

" Okay, thanks a lot Mommy. Sorry, if you may know. Who knows the chronology of the incident, why my husband can go to the hospital. Or is there another officer who takes care of my husband first time in this hospital?! ".

" There's Mom. I'll call you soon".

Said the officer by her name Ria in her clothes.

"With Mother Aisyah?! ".

"Yes my Mba".

A hospital worker came out of the room. And approaching myself. Looks like this is the officer who first took care of Mas Fahmi's arrival at this hospital.

" Please sit down Mba".

I followed the officer's request with a name paper that read Neni's.

"So this is mba. The patient was named Fahmi. Brought to the Sakati house in a state of unconsciousness. A man carries and carries Mom's husband to this hospital. He also sent a patient on behalf of Fahmi in the best VVIP room in the hospital, information I got from the man, the husband of the mother was unconscious in the car, and the car is in a state of engine that does not turn on. That's all I know, Mom".

"Who is the name of the person who took my husband to this hospital Mba?! ".

" I didn't get to ask her name, Mom. He just left a number. He said it was his wife's number. So from our side, we called Mom's number".

"Try me again, remember. Who knows if that person ever mentioned a name to mbak".

" No ma'am, the man didn't mention a name. He just left a number. And just walk away after paying all her hospital fees".

"Huh?!. So, that person has also paid off all my husband's treatment costs at this hospital?! ".

" It's true, Mother. It's been paid off. So later the family of Mr. Fahmi does not need to pay on the administration anymore. Is there something you're asking again?. If not, I'll be willing to continue with the task".

"There is no mbak. Thanks for much information".

I stood with a mind that was still wondering. Who's the good guy who helped Mas Fahmi. And how could my husband pass out unconscious in a locked car and a dead machine. With what the guy helped Mas Fahmi. The cost of treatment and care Mas Fahmi even paid in full. The best VVIP room in this hospital, must be very expensive. I owe that man my life. It is inconceivable, how the fate of Mas Fahmi who was unconscious in a car that was locked inside, and coupled with a dead car engine. Often, people die from running out of oxygen in the car. In a locked car especially with an engine that does not turn on, the oxygen circulation in it is very little. The air in the car is also not good for the lungs. That could lead to the loss of life of someone trapped in the car. How, I find out. Who exactly is the person who saved Mas Fahmi.

"Son, how?!. Where is the mother's son being treated?! ".

My mother-in-law immediately asked the room where her son was given treatment. I told Mom to wait in the waiting chair. Poor Mom, she's old. I don't want Mom to be exhausted. At least if sitting, my mother-in-law is not tired and can rest after the trip to Fatmawati hospital.

"Fahmi's mom in Melati Bu's VVIP room".

" So, kid, we're going! ".

"Dad, come on over there. Aisyah already wants to meet with Mas Fahmi".

I walked out of the hospital lobby, and headed to the VVIP Melati room where my husband was being treated. All the way to the room where Mas Fahmi was being treated, my mind was still spinning. I guess who is the good guy who helped and saved Fahmi. Could he be someone I know?!. But who, even I don't have any suspicions with anyone. I'll look for that person's information again.

"Kreek.... ".

Once in front of the room VVIP Melati, the door of the room VVIP Melati I open slowly. I don't want to bother my husband. My eyes were instantly hot, tears were no longer held back by my eyelids. Wushh, I cried for a moment. Seeing someone I love so much lying weakly with an oxygen hose and Infusion stuck to his body. It felt so unbearable, seeing my normally very excited husband suddenly have to lie helpless like this. I kissed Mas Fahmi's forehead, even to the point that my tears were dripping right on her cheeks. My husband is still unconscious. Today, I am so devastated. Which wife did not break her heart?, seeing the person she loved so much had to lie weakly in a hospital bed. No matter what the room is, still. No one wants to stay inside.

"Mas Fahmi, Aisyah same mother came. Sorry we came along so long".

I said to Mas Fahmi who still closed his eyes. I gently stroked the hair of this great man.

" Mas Fahmi, get healthy fast baby. Asiyah was not strong to see Mas lying weak like this Mas. Mas Fahmi why do not want to recede and listen to Aisyah. Aisha said, don't go to work. Aisyah's hunch is not good. But instead they forced. Hikkks... ".

I have no power to hold back my tears. I cried next to the hospital bed where Fahmi was lying. In this second, I was very afraid of losing Mas Fahmi. The fear is huge. This good man even dropped because he was too eager to make a living for his wife and children. How very noble, what Fahmi did.

"Son Aisha, sit down. Don't keep crying like this. Poor your future son".

My mother hugged me, reminding me not to keep crying. Reminds me that I am pregnant and should not be too tired and stressed. How could I not be stressed to see my husband lying with medical devices in his body.

"Sit down, son".

Mom brought me a waiting chair. I was standing next to the bed. I sat my body in a chair that had been provided by the hospital for the patient. I put my head on the edge of the bed. My hand kept grasping Mas Fahmi's fingers. My tears are still dripping. I unceasingly prayed, whispering softly to God. So that my life partner will recover and be healthy again. Fahmi is the person I need most in my life. A very remarkable man. Every time he got sick, he always assured his wife that he was okay. He always said, it will heal and so on. In fact, eventually this strong man fell as well. His body demands to rest.

"Aisha, you rest first, son. Don't force yourself. Poor your fetus".

" It's okay Mom. Aisyah wants to always be next to Mas Fahmi Bu. Hikks... ".

"Son, if indeed you love your husband is also your child-to-be. According to Mom, just rest. Let me take care of Fahmi".

" But Ma... ".

" Come on, son. There are Fahmi, Marwah, and your prospective child in the stomach who still needs you. You must stay healthy my son ".

" Alright Mom".

There was no other choice, I stood up and retreated from the bed. I followed Mom's orders, Mom was right. I need to stay healthy. For all the people I love. I laid my body on the sofa waiting for the patient, and let the sitting Mother accompany Mas Fahmi.

"O Allah, please look after my husband".

My prayer before I finally fell asleep.