Honeyed

Episode 43

Tonight I invited my husband to breathe some air. I asked to take a walk in the city park. I must immediately discuss this matter with Fatih. I have been istikharah, I have prayed and asked for guidance, and I finally chose to share Fatih mas for others, really this is very forced. I even hate myself. I'd rather be pitted than be a widow. I always pray that God will strengthen my broken heart.

"Mas, we're going to yuk city park. The air tonight is very fresh. Would you like to?,".

"Dear baby, a little while and get ready first, baby, not long koo, less than three minutes,". Mas Fatih immediately went to the room to change clothes.

"Have you finished?,". I glanced at Fatih, who was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a black material underpants. MasyaAlloh tabarakallah, my husband is very handsome, God.

"Hiks.., hicks.., hicks,". I ran and immediately cried in Fatih's arms. I hugged Fatih tightly, very tightly more than usual. I wanted to hug my husband one last time, before another woman hugged him.

"Sik?, why are you?, this is my hard-breath baby. Don't you fucking poke it,". Fatih's voice sounded troubled. Sure enough, I almost made Fatih's mas faint from my embrace.

"Aisyah just wants to hug the mas. It feels good to be my wife,". I went back to my husband's body. This body that I will soon have to share with other women. It hurts like it's going to die.

"So, let's get in the car. Later to the night,". I walked after Fatih. We got in the car and went to the park.

I think, the city park is a park that is very suitable for me to discuss this matter with Fatih mas. The air is very fresh and cool. Not too many of course. Only the street lights are always illuminating. In fact, many people sell various kinds of food and drinks.

"O Allah, strengthen Aisha, Lord. Help Aisyah to be strong to express everything with mas Fatih,". My prayer in my heart.

Not waiting long, our car parked in the parking lot of the city park that has been prepared. I got out of the car and clasped Fatih's hand tightly. I'm deflating like a kid. I want to make out with Fatih mas before finally having to feel the tension after talking about the matter of Mother's request.

I was sitting on a desk near a bush a little away from everyone else. I don't want this to be heard by anyone else. I faced each other with Fatih, staring at each other, Fatih smiled very sincerely at me.

I opened the conversation "Mas Fatih?,".

"Well, what's the matter, baby?,".

"Mas, previously Aisyah apologized that as long as Aisyah became a wife mas a lot of shortcomings and mistakes that mas do not like. Aisyah apologizes, I can't be the best. I hope you forgive Aisha,". I'm choked. I want to hug Fatih.

"Why are you dik?, what's wrong?, you're perfect for my dear. Even if something goes wrong, you've forgiven long before you yourself apologized to you, dik,".

"Mas...., um..., Fatih...?,". I was shocked, not daring to look at Fatih's face. I keep my head down.

"Yes Aisyah?, why?,".

"Mas... Aisyah has one request for Fatih's mas,". I was so scared, really. I tried to hold back the crying from earlier.

"What's your request?, just say baby. If you can love, you will love you, baby,".

"Mas, Ayesha wants...., wants.....,". I'm speechless. Unable to continue my words. Oh, God is so painful.

"Mas, Aisyah wants Fatih mas to marry again mas, Aisyah wants mas have a young wife,". I'm shattered. It was so painful.

"Sister?!, you don't joke. You why si?!, speaking of which is not clear like this?!, what problem do you have?, mas will not want to marry again dik. I'm so happy to have you,".

"Mas, Aisyah wants to have a honey sister, Aisyah wants mas to marry again mas. Either mas want to be angry with Aisyah too please. Clearly, Aisyah wants to marry again. Point!,". Aisyah fieryly told me to remarry, I was confused what was wrong with my wife?, was she joking?, but apparently not, even a moment after saying that, did she seem to be joking, he stood up and ran towards the car. How could I possibly remarry?, I love you so much Aisyah.

"Sir..., wait,". I shouted after Aisyah.

I was hugged by Fatih, very tightly. It was as tight as when I hugged her at home. Fatih kissed me repeatedly. I could not hold back my tears. It feels so painful. I can't stand it.

"Darling, you seem exhausted. So by the way gini digresses,". I tried to calm Aisyah down.

"Hiks.., hiks. Aisyah seriously. Aisha wanted to marry again, Aisha wanted to have a new wife.., hyks hyks, hyks,".

"Sir, don't be like this. You know very well you are very jealous. I remember when you were jealous of Salwa, and I couldn't possibly have another woman dik. mas already happy with you,".

"Mas please, grant Aisyah's request this time. For Aisyah mas. Anyway inevitably, like it or not mas still have to marry again mas.., hiks..., hiks.., hiks.., hiks.., hiks..,".

"Oh, now we go home. Come on in the car, brother,". Fatih was still patiently serving me. I know my husband will reject my request, I understand. All this time he was always trying to keep my heart and my feelings, there was no way he would want to marry another woman.

Fatih and I got in the car and left the park. I just kept quiet with a blank look. Many times Fatih tried to hold my hand, but I dodged. I was at the point of being very angry, angry with my Mother-in-law. Why did God send such a cruel father-in-law to me. Umi.., Aisyah wants to hug Umi said me in her heart.

"Sik..., forget about the problem. We've been very happy. I really don't want anyone else in my life,".

I'm still silent. Not responding to anything. Only my tears kept dripping. Wet veil. I no longer care about my unsightly condition, after all I have been destroyed.

"That's why Aisyah wants me to get married again. Point. Anyhow. Aisyah wants to have a honey sister,".

"Brazil, istighfar. Why are you suddenly like this?, what's wrong?,".

"There's nothing, Aisyah just wants me to get married again, I have a young wife,".

"Astaghfirullah...., you are not in love with mas anymore?, to want to share mas with other women?, what is wrong mas?, why are you like this to mas?, and so on?, all this time you were not happy to marry me?, you had to dik?, until now you told me to marry again?, huh?!, yes?,". I started to get annoyed with the stubborn Asiyah. I was sick of getting this treatment from him.

"Jawab Aisyah?!, why are you quiet?!,". My emotions are really overflowing. This time I am sorry for my wife.

I was driving my car at high speed, I did not care about the pale and frightened Aisyah. Why does she cry, what for?!. He himself has hurt my heart. I was very upset, very, very mean to her request of me.