Honeyed

Episode.56 (SEASON 2)

three months have passed, since the incident of Mother Layla who called myself as the future wife of her child. My ex-husband's family no longer bothered me and Fahmi. But this is life, trials come in turn. The wheel must be turning. Like flowers, sometimes beautiful blooms sometimes do not bloom at all. For me, this was the toughest test of my life after the destruction of my former household. In fact, it's much more terrifying. A trial of life that I believe, can be discouraged for anyone who feels it directly. It's been almost a week. The man who seven years ago made a promise to live with me, lay in a coma. My husband, who I never even thought of. That people as good as Mas Fahmi will always be given such a tough test from Him. Coma is the deepest level in a person when unconscious. Right now, God chose my husband who should feel his name in a coma. Between life and death, on the brink of uncertainty a weak creature named man must be able to survive. From the terrible death that could come at any time.

"Son, stop crying".

A weak voice that continues to give me encouragement. Who else if not my mother-in-law. The greatest woman I've ever had after my own Umi. At a time like this, Mother was even very strong. Like his steadfast mother, when abandoned by the father for eternity. I don't know, where you learn strong and can be that loud. Even myself, I feel so weak. Fragile, and easily destroyed at any time. How not, a week ago. I was made to fall unconscious when someone turned out to be my own neighbor, stumbled into my house. He gave me the sad news, that the man I love so much had a terrible accident. It does not involve just two vehicles. The accident involved at least six vehicles. Four cars and two mini buses. Again God chose the car driven by my husband from the four. An inevitable crash streak occurs, when a mini bus experiences a brake blong at high speed. The accident happened, the mini bus involved other riders. Including the car driven by my husband who was on his way home. There was nothing I could do but fall unconscious and unconscious, as soon as I heard Mas Fahmi was in a critical condition after having had that consecutive accident. The accident killed ten people.

"Mother, Ayesha is afraid of Mom".

" Dad, believe me. Everything that happens is God's will. You have to be strong. Whatever's gonna happen".

"Mother, Ayesha's belly is getting bigger. Aisha is afraid, ma'am, very scared".

" Daughter, the life and death of someone has arranged it son. Is death not something that will happen?.  “Verily the death which ye have fled from, then verily the death shall meet you, then you shall be returned to (God), who knows the unseen and the real, and who knows the truth, then He tells you what you have done.” (QS. Jumu’ah: 8). Remember the meaning of the above verse?. Even if we run away, death will surely come Aisha. Also in the Qur'an the letter of Ali Imran verse 185 which means that “Every soulful will feel dead.”. We're all gonna die, son. Only God knows his time. We're just waiting for Aisha's turn".

"Mother, Aisyah is not strong if you have to give birth to Aisyah's second child without Mas Fahmi".

" Mother than the mother who gave birth to Fahmi, Aisyah. But life must continue. Believe me, Fahmi will be strong through his coma".

"Mother, Aisyah's husband hasn't been conscious for a week. It feels very broken. Aisyah does not want to lose Mas Fahmi Bu".

My mother-in-law hugged my body tightly. I kept crying in Mom's arms. Not able to feel faced with the severed possibility that could have happened. Possibly bitter, when death forced me to part with Mas Fahmi let alone in a pregnant condition like this. What should I do now, a thousand prayers I pray every second to ask for strength and healing from my husband. Honestly, it felt like I wanted to tightly hug Mas Fahmi's body, kiss her cheek. And whisper that I'm so scared of losing her. I wanted to tell her that her second child was getting more active in my stomach, wanting to see her soon. But, I was limited by the hospital procedures. Which requires me to keep my distance. My husband is alone in the ICU. Without being allowed to be looked at by anyone. Including my wife.

"Son, stop. You haven't even eaten since. Let's go home first. Kasian Wawa, from the morning at home bude Nur. He must have missed you. And the baby in the belly must get his right son".

" No Ma'am, Ayesha is not hungry. Mother is the one who came home. Aisyah doesn't want to leave Mas Fahmi alone here Mom".

"Aisyah, you here also can't directly touch Fahmi. Go home first, later after Maghrib we come here again. Our bodies also have the right to be given time to rest dear"

"But, Mom... ".

" Come on, trust Mom. Don't be like this, pity me, Wawa, and your second child".

"Alright, Mum ahead first. Aisyah will be coming soon".

" Yesudah, don't be long. Mom's waiting in the hospital lobby waiting room".

"Dad Ma'am".

My eyes looked at the body of my mother-in-law who was gradually leaving me. I am the one standing in front of the room. The connecting room that allowed me to see the beloved of my heart, though it was bounded with thick glass.

" Mas Fahmi, Aisyah knows Mas. Fahmi is a strong man. Fahmi is a good man. Aisyah believes that her love will be able to pass through this critical period. Mas Fahmi can certainly rise and come out of the coma that has separated Aisyah and Mas Fahmi. Hix...

Mas Fahmi, our second child. The more active the day. Looks like she wants to play with her Abi soon. Fahmi has to heal. Must strong. Aisyah pamit go home first. Later Maghrib Aisyah back nemenin Mas again here dear. Love you's".

I speak for myself, not alone. But I was talking to my husband. He must have listened to all my words. Although blocked by thick glass. Fahmi must have heard all of my words just now. I wiped my tears. This leg feels very heavy even though it only stepped a little. I don't want to leave Mas Fahmi alone, even if it's just for a second. No matter what it feels like, with a lot of teardrops that flow because of crying over my husband's condition who is struggling between life and death. My footsteps moved backwards, very heavy. But I've waited long enough for myself in the hospital lobby.

"Look son".

" Dad Mother".

I said nothing along the way. My eyes could only look at the car window. Remembrance of all the wonderful and sweet memories with Mas Fahmi. My veil is wet with tears. My mother-in-law even fell asleep because she was so into the melt waiting for Mas Fahmi in the hospital. But my eyes could not be even a little closed. Mas Fahmi's face was always in front of my eyes. It's as if I can't leave her alone in the hospital. Sweet and beautiful memories along with Mas Fahmi, scattered in my mind. Not least, I also imagined what if at last, God took Mas Fahmi from beside me. I think my world might be paralyzed. At least I can't be strong. Giving birth to a baby, without the support of the husband. What I'm going to explain to that plain baby.

"O Allah, do not take Mas Fahmi from Aisyah. Aisyah is not ready".

I said softly while wiping away the tears.

" kid?. Sorry I slept too long. Already arrived? ".

" It's okay Mom. Mom must be really tired. We'll be at Bude Nur's house soon".

"You're not sleeping, son? ".

"How Ayesha can sleep Mother. While Aisyah's soul mate still struggles alone in the hospital".

" Mom's message, be a strong woman, son".

"Aishah try Mom".

The car driven by the driver turned to Bude Nur's house. Marwah had to be cut. It's impossible to get Marwah to the hospital. Especially her school. And for sure, there will be a lot of questions coming out of this smart sweet girl. Meksipun actually did not have the heart, leave Marwah like this.

" Already, let Mother come down, son. You're in the car. You look so tired, kid".

"Is it okay if Mom comes down? ".

"Alright Mom".

It's true what Mom said just now. My body is very tired. It's so tired. Especially in a pregnant condition like this. These few days, the energy is also drained mind because it thinks of Mas Fahmi. Rarely sleep, often cry, even so often forget to eat. I have to stay strong, Mas Fahmi needs me. My body cannot fall. I'm sure, me and Mas Fahmi too my family can pass this test. I have to be thankful, even if it is difficult. Out there, there must be more people who have a bigger test than I feel right now. Mas Fahmi once told me, whatever the exam. I need to be thankful and patient. If both keys are lost, it will destroy them all.

"Assalamu'alaikum Umi".

A cute voice from Marwah says hello to me. Her face is very cheerful. Perhaps Marwah did not know that her Abi was lying in a coma. Because it was my mother who told me to hide the fact that her Abi Marwah was in a coma because of a terrible accident. Mom doesn't want to, Marwah interrupted her school. Marwah should be cheerful. Marwah only knew that her Abi was struggling. His abi is working hard to be reunited with himself and his other family.

"Waalaikumsalam darling".

I had to throw in the rest of the smile that was almost gone from my life.

" Umi, Marwah kangen Abi. When is Abi coming home? ".

I'm silent. Don't know what to answer. From just now on, I tried to hold back from crying in front of Wawa. Looking at Marwah's face, it was painful. Mas Fahmi is still in a coma in the hospital. My heart hurts. A child this small, already getting a tough test. Who come in alternately.

"Abi is busy my granddaughter. Soon most calls will be home soon to meet this beautiful princess".

This time, it was Mom who finally answered Marwah's question to me. Mother seemed to know that I was not strong and could not answer the question of Marwah. Mother even averted Marwah's gaze, who had seen and looked at me. In this way, I have the opportunity to immediately wipe away the tears that are no longer blocked without being known by Marwah.

"Oma, why the hell. Abi is busy with work in her office. It has been seven days. Abi didn't come home. Indeed, the people working in the office are very busy, Oma?. Abi emang not kangen with baby sister and Wawa huh? ".

Marwah began to protest at her Oma. She asks why her Abi prefers to continue working instead of hanging out with her and her sister-to-be.

" Daughter, that's a man's job, baby. If Abi Wawa's not working. Who will be looking for money. Hayoo's".

"But Oma, her father Temen Wawa also works. But their father always comes home every day".

" Dear, it usually is. Abi Wawa also goes home every day. This was only because Abi was busy. That's why I can't go home yet".

My words that I follow speak. Explain to my daughter who kept pressing questions about her Abi.

"Drr.r.t... ".

My phone's flashing. There's an incoming call on my phone. I don't know who called.

" Hello, Assalamu'alaikum. We're from Permata Hospital. Is this really the family of the patient in Fahmi's name?".

"Hey-hallo. It is true Mba. What's up dad? ".

My heart is beating fast. A phone call came in on my cell phone. It turned out that the call was from the hospital where my husband was being treated. What news will I hear now, O God. Hope this is good news.

" I'm sorry Mom, I want to inform you. That Fahmi's patient is conscious. Please the family can see his condition. But still obey all hospital procedures well. The patient remains in the ICU".

"Alhamdulillah O Allah. Thank you very much for the information. Well, we'll be there soon".

" Good ma'am, we hung up the phone first. Happy Afternoon ".

" afternoon".

What I heard just now, it felt like a fresh breeze blowing gently. Happy news I finally got. My husband passed his coma. My Fahmi Mas is strong facing his critical. Like someone who fasts all day, I take a sip of iced tea. It's really refreshing. Thank God.

"Who Ayesha?. What's the news?! ".

"Mothers. Hiks. hiks. it was from Permata Bu hospital".

" What's up, son?!. What did they just tell you?! ".

" Mom, Mrs Fahmi. Alhamdulillah Ma'am. Fahmi has regained consciousness, ma'am".

"Alhamdulillah O Allah. Really it? ".

" Iyah Bu, now Fahmi is still in the ICU room".

"alright. Maghrib, we'll go straight to the hospital, son".

Mom and I held hands. It feels so happy. Fortunately, Marwah fell asleep. So she didn't hear consciously what I was just talking about with Mom.

" Thank you God. It has given Aisyah's husband a chance to be reunited with his son and wife".

My prayer was soft with a smile slightly drawn at the corner of my lips.