Honeyed

Episode.49 (SEASON)

Thank God, it feels delicious healthy is amazing. I was in the hospital almost a week. Today, I was finally able to return to my usual activities. To be honest, this time I was very ill. Even I was unconscious in the car I was driving. If no one helps me, my life may not be helped. Caged in the car in a state of unconsciousness, plus the condition of the car is tightly closed and the engine is dead. His condition must have been deadly. Lack of oxygen and no air circulation. How can a human breathe in such conditions.

"Mas, don't repeat. If Aisyah says don't leave, don't. If suppose Mas Fahmi's body is not good. Good rest. Do not force yourself to keep working. The body also has the right to rest. Aisha doesn't want to be sick anymore. Especially yesterday almost a week nginep in a hotel that everyone does not want".

" Hmmm. yeah baby. Sorry for not looking at you. Aisha knows for herself. His people are rich. Usually also drink herbal medicine immediately healed".

"Yes yesterday was different from Mas Fahmi's condition".

"Yes dear. Oh yes, pretty. Fahmi apologized. Before he finally went to the hospital. Speaking of which is not good to you. I think it's good quality. Because of the rich talk to the beautiful wife Mas. He went to the hospital. Fortunately, there are good people who do not. If not, maybe it's just a name. And this beautiful wife of mine is married again".

"No, I'm sorry too. I was talking weird again".

I really like it, seeing Aisyah's pouting face. He's still like a High School kid. Young, cute, adorable too. Like now when it's sulking and sulking.

" Hehe.. I'm kidding, honey. Oh yes deck. Who are the good people who have helped my life? ".

" That's it. Aisyah also did not know who Mas was. Even then, said the nurse who took care of Mas when he first came to the hospital said, if the one who brought Mas to the hospital was a man and even he also took the VVIP room for Mas, plus already paid in full".

"MasyaAllah. I want to meet that person, baby. Want to apologize to him for being troublesome, and thank him for helping Mas. Emmm... indeed, the hospital attendant did not say what his name was? ".

" No. That guy just left Aisyah's number on the nurse's mother".

"Well, later if it's time to meet will also meet the good guy. Yes, dear, I'm ready to go to work first".

" Yes Mas. Careful dad".

"Yes dear. Assalamualaikum".

" Wa'alaikumussalam Mas Fahmi".

I got into the car, and drove the car I was using at moderate speed. From the car pawn, I saw my wife who was still faithful waiting at the door until the car I used was no longer visible. The little thing that Aisyah did, was able to become fertilizer in my household relations. Until the flowers of my love continue to flourish for Aisyah. I see a lot of wives who don't do what Aisyah does. Mostly, immediately close the door of the house or even do not come to deliver until the front door. But I do not blame, because the habits and conditions of each person are different. The point is, for me such a small thing makes me very happy and feel the luckiest for having a wife like Aisyah.

"Who about. The man who helped and helped my life. He even paid all the hospital bills. Choose a VVIP room for my self-care. VVIP space is very expensive, surely people who help me also include people who have. Maybe it was the Fa.. Fatih?".

I murmured in my heart, as I continued to guess who the kind person who helped me was. But is it possible that Fatih has helped me?. She even loved my wife very much, you could say she was my rival. How could Fatih be the one who helped my life. If it was Fatih, he should have just let myself die of suffocation in the car back then. That way he can freely approach my wife. No, this can't be Fatih. I'm sure there are others who help me.

"Derrttt.. derrttt".

My phone's vibrating. There's an incoming call on my phone. But this is a new number. A few days ago there was a brash number that had terrorized me. But I blocked that number. And his row of numbers was very different from that mysterious number.

"Campio".

" Oh, Hello. Thank you so much for blocking my number".

"You again!. What do you want. Why keep bothering me".

" Don't be angry. You should thank me a second time! ".

" Well, on what basis should I thank you!! ".

" Hahahaha.I know Fahmi. You're almost a corpse if I don't help you when you're unconscious in the car! ".

" W-I mean you?! ".

" Otherwise?!. You and your wife must be wondering. Who is the one who helped you. Yes it was me. The man who took you to the hospital, and chose the best room for your care. Even I have already paid off all of his fees!! ".

" No, there's no way someone like you could have helped my life!. I can't believe it!! ".

" It's up to you to believe it or not Fahmi. Are you going to block my number again after knowing I'm the one who saved your life?! ".

"If you were helping me. Let's meet up. I want to see who you really are!! ".

" So curious about you to me. All right, we meet now at the Mall's front parking lot near Gajah Mada Street".

"OKAY. I just went right there!! ".

" sir. tuuut.. tuuut ".

My phone connection is turned off. I stepped on the gas of the car I was using. I feel impatient, wanting to immediately find out who the real person behind the mysterious phone is. Why should a man like him help my life. If this is the way, how can I repay kindness to people who don't even have ethics.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum".

" Hello, Waalaikumsalam Mas".

"Honey, this is Mas will meet the man who has helped the life of Mas".

"Alhamdulillah, how can Mas know who the person is?".

" Lanti Mas tell me that he has met his people, dear. Just want to tell you ".

" Oh, yes, my. Aisyah wait for the next news. Fahmi Mas carefully ".

" Yes Aisyah".

I pressed the red button. A second later the phone connection with Aisyah was cut off. Fortunately, the person invited to meet at a place not too far away. So it didn't take long to get there. Along the way, I kept thinking. Who is the person who has contacted me many times over the phone.

"Hallo. I've arrived".

I immediately dialed a new number claiming to be the one who had saved me. But that number said nothing to me.

"Tokkk ".

I saw someone knocking on my car glass. And look at the man who's in front of my car door. It seems this is not the person, he is like one of the servants in this Gajah Mada mall. Clothes used like uniforms. I'm still waiting for what this guy will do to me. And what business is it with me.

" I'm sorry, with Mr. Fahmi yes. This I have orders to give this paper to my father".

"Sorry from who? ".

"Oh, yes. Thanks".

I received a piece of paper that folded neatly. I don't know, I don't understand. Why did this mall waitress give me paper. Even the mall's waitress didn't know the name of the person who had left this paper on her.

"Dertt... ".

I haven't opened and read this paper. My cell phone is ringing. A call came in from a new number that invited me to meet. Why until now he didn't show up either.

" Hello!. You're where. I've been waiting at the Gajah Mada mall parking lot".

"You received the paper. Now your job now is to unfold the paper and read the writing. You will know who is the person who has contributed to your life. You'll know who you owe your life to".

"Hey, hello!".

The phone just turned off. I've been trying to call back. But my number was blocked. The paper I put on my lap, I immediately unfolded it. On this paper is just a number, and an order for me to call the number. Why is everything like a puzzle. Who is the one who has helped me. Why did the person just now, not just mention what his name was. And why should I call this number. Never mind, it's good that I follow the orders in this letter. My fingers pressed the row of numbers that I would use to call.

"Tuuuut.. tuuuut".

I'm still waiting for my call to be received by the owner of this phone number. I don't know, I'm tired of guessing and thinking about who it is. Even if I cannot meet to express my gratitude, at least my prayers become a means for the good people who have saved my life.

" Hello".

"Ha-Hallo?!. Sorry can I know who this is? ".

"Oh I'm doctor Layla. Sorry what's wrong? ".

Doctor Layla?. Is this the same person as my wife's ex-husband Mother Aisyah. Her name is Layla, she is also a doctor. It felt really shocked, hopefully this is a different person than I thought just now.

" Doctor Layla?! ".

" Yes I'm doctor Layla. Sorry what's wrong? ".

" Oh, uh if I may know. Does the doctor have a child?! ".

" Why ask that?. Sorry you haven't answered my question. Who yeah? ".

" Sa-my Fahmi ".

" Fahmi?. Is this Fahmi Aisyah's husband?! ".

My heart's getting faster. Even the person named Doctor Layla also knew that I was the husband of Aisyah. It seems that my guess is correct, doctor Layla is the same person as Mother Layla, my wife's former in-law.

"How do you know?! ".

" How could I not know, son. I'm Mother Layla. The Mother of Fatih. What's wrong with Fatih?. Did you make a decision about our conversation at that time? ".

" Ti-no. Someone gave me this number. And I didn't expect this to be Mother Layla's phone number ".

" Oh, apparently that guy gave you my number. This is my Mother's phone number".

"Well-meaning?!. Who is that guy?! ".

" You want to know who saved your life".

"Yes, can you tell me who the person is?. Who is the one who saved my life. I want to meet and talk to him. I owe him my life".

" The person you're looking for is now talking to you Fahmi".

"meaning?! ".

" Yes son, the real Mother has helped you".

"No way, how could this happen. Hospital nurse Fatmawati said that the person who brought her to the hospital was a man!".

" Well if you don't believe, let Mother tell me everything. So at that time, Mother was accidentally walking in the area where your car stopped. At first Mother also did not know, if it was you in it. At that time, Mother will ask about the road to Galuh Karya subdistrict. Because Mother has a need. Be that moment, Mother knocked on your car window. And how shocked Mother, seeing the person in the car is you. Mother is very panicked, Mother has tried to knock on your car door hard, but you do not move. Apparently at that time you were unconscious in the car with the engine dead and the window closed tightly. Well, finally Mother asked for help to the man who had contacted you and gave the number Mother, Mother also did not know what the name of the man was. Mommy paid the man dearly, in order to help and take you to Fatmawati hospital. To be honest, Mommy is the person behind your life Fahmi survived".

Destiny again trapped me. This time the trap was terrifying. How can everything happen. When someone begged me to release Aisha for her son. Now I owe my life to the same man. It doesn't feel like a sister. How I tell Aisyah later. That the good person who for some days was sought by himself and myself was Mother Layla, Aisha's former in-laws themselves. What should I do now. Honestly, I still didn't expect. That Mother Layla saved my life also paid for all my medical expenses.

"So, Mother who helped me? ".

" Daddy son".

"Thank you very much Mother. It helped me".

" Just like what Mother has done to you, it will not be enough to say thank you Fahmi".

"I mean Mother?! ".

"Son Fahmi, Mother has saved yourself from the death that has almost brought you. You owe your life to Mother, will all that be redeemed enough with thanks only?. Not that Mother is not sincere to help yourself, just that Mother wants to be appreciated more, more than just a thank you Fahmi".

"Then, what do I have to do in order to redeem my Mother's good deeds? ".

My throat hurt when I asked that. I don't understand what Mother told me. What does it mean that the debt of life is not reciprocated with thanks alone?.

" There is only one request from Mother son, so that you can repay your life debt to Mother".

"Request?!. What'sthat?! ".

" Mother asks, release Aisyah for Fatih son. Only with that, Mother will feel that you have redeemed your life debt to Mother".

I didn't answer anything. It hurts so much. I can no longer afford to continue the conversation with the Mother of my ex-husband. My direct phone connection just broke without saying goodbye or excuse me. Why am I trying again with such a heavy ordeal. Why must I release Aisyah for another man, as a thank you and repay me who owed my life for being saved from an incident that could even take my life.

"All this, what's your plan Fatih?. You want to snatch Aisha away from me in that way?. You want Aisyah back in your arms by asking your own Mother for help? ".

I said softly, amid the rain that fell soaking the earth of Yogyakarta.