Honeyed

Episode 50's

After the wedding reception with my mad sister Siska, Fatih did not return home. Probably enjoying his first night and honeymoon with his young wife. I'm home alone, home this big. I miss Fatih, usually this afternoon, Fatih has been teasing me so spoiled, joking with each other, teasing each other. I'm really lonely.

I try to fill the time with busyness, read books, cook, to play games on mobile phones, but still can not replace the sense of loneliness because there is no Fatih mas at home. Oh Allah ... Whatever it feels. Seeing the fact that my husband is currently in one room with another woman. It's really painful.

"Non Aisyah, there's a non-phone on the house number. He said from a non-previous college friend in Solo,".

"Who's Bi?,". Answer me in the room.

"Act... Az... who is it, sorry non, Aunt forgot her name,".

"Dad Bi, just a minute. Aisyah's going there,".

I rushed towards the place where the home phone was located in the tv room. Who called me at the house number?, but no one knew my house number even Azizah. Only my family knows.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum,". I said from the phone.

"My beautiful waallaikumussalam ukhty,". I know exactly whose voice this is.

"MasyaAlloh Azizah!, how do you know my home phone number?,".

"Hahaha.., know my dong. What's the one thing I don't know about you,".

You don't know Zah, if your best friend is heartbroken, oh it's not broken but it's broken. You don't know, if this good friend of yours is crying every day because of the pain, you don't know Zah, you know Zah, if your best friend is forced to share her husband with another woman by her mother-in-law without my husband's knowledge, you do not know Azizah, if I am threatened to become a widow if I refuse my mother-in-law's request, you don't know Zah, right now your friend's husband is busy honeymooning with other women. I said in my heart with the position of the hand still holding the house phone attached to my right ear.

"Halloo.... Syah?!, halooo...., haloo Shah...!?, why did diem anyway??, haloooo,".

"Astaghfirullah, oh yes Zah. Sorry-sorry. I was daydreaming,".

"Once you are, there is still a habit of daydreaming. Eh, what is your number not active si?, I was already chatt a lot and call many times,".

"Oh yeah, sorry Zah, my phone is a little errant again. Don't know why,". I had to lie to Azizah. Though actually my phone was deliberately turned off from a few days ago. I'm not interacting with anyone until my heart is completely stable.

"Yeah of you, broken mobile phones are still in your care, throw away buy new ones. Ribet very you,".

"Dear Zah, you can still wear it. Easy to do first. Oh yeah, you got my phone from where Zah?,".

"Where else would Shah be if not from Umi?, yes out your number a few days not active. So I finally asked for your home phone number to Umi. Haha... Good thing that lifted is not Mr. Fatih ya Zah,". Azizah said from across the phone.

"Oh from Umi, it will not be Fatih who raised Zah,". Answer me in a loud voice.

"Why is it Shah?,". Azizah asked curiously.

"Crazy, Mr. Fatih turned out to be an amazing person. Besides being loyal, he also works hard. It's lucky you got a husband like Mr. Fatih,". Azizah said from across the phone.

"Yes Zah. Alhamdulillahot. Hehe, man,". Flat answer.

"Dad, play here to Cirebon. I'm so happy to be with you,".

"In shaaAlloh ya Zah. Anytime if I can and there's a time I play there,".

"Dad, you must be happy there?, can you have a loyal husband, a good father-in-law mother. You should feel at home there, Shah. I want to be rich in you shah,". Oceh Azizah from across the phone.

My husband is actually loyal to Zah, but all is not what you think Azizah is. My mother-in-law is cruel Zah, my Mother-in-law is killing me slowly, My Mother-in-law is not as good as you think Azizah. I was dzolimi by my own mother-in-law Azizah, even now, my husband has often hurt my heart and ignored me, I said in my heart. I don't feel my tears dripping.

"Jaa. Don't want to be like me Azizah,". My voice is raucous.

"Well?, why Shah?,".

"Because my best friend should be happier than I am Zah,". I said to Azizah on the phone.

"Kok you cry Syah?, you don't papa right?, you why woy?!, don't make me worry. You're fine there, aren't you Shah?!,".

"I just missed until I got carried away, finally crying. Hehe,". I lied to Azizah.

"Basic lebay lu. Yeudah deh, I just want mastiin if my best friend is okay and happy there. Yes, yes, I want to do something. Haha. Assalamualaikum,". Azizah ended her conversation with me over the phone.

"That's it. Wailaikumussalam,". I answered, and tuuut.

I wiped my tears, and chose to take a shower. I glanced towards the wall clock in the tv room, still at half-five in the afternoon. Maybe a shower can relax a little and calm my nerves. I put a cold shower on my body. I close my eyes, again what comes to mind is the face of Fatih and Siska who are engrossed in making out. My heart hurts, it hurts. There was no sound all day Fatih, after all these years there was always a fuss from him. I miss my husband.

"Non, what do you want Auntie to do?,". Bi Dar's voice came from outside the bathroom.

"Bikinkan Aisyah cold milk tea only Bi. Same Aisyah wants to eat boiled noodles,". Answer me from behind the door.

"Yes non, well Auntie prepared,".

I am grateful, at a time like this, I have three Bi who patiently serve me, who patiently always there even always wipe my tears, those who always try to comfort me, she said, they always remind me to always remember God. Three Bi even often tells the journey of their lives from the bitter once to the present. There are obviously a lot of very important life lessons I can take from them. They are like my own mother. Even without me asking, the three Bi promises to be there for me.

Again, I can only repay them with the prayers that I repeat to my Lord, that Allah may repay them for all their good, and forgive them all their sins and filial deeds. I believe I can be strong in the face of this storm of broken homes. Strengthen Aisha, O Allah, my prayer is clear.