Honeyed

Episode 62

Since the incident two days ago, I decided to run away from Fatih's home. I no longer have any hope in that house, not even with Fatih. I think I have enough to fight to maintain my love and obey my father as a wife. I want to calm down.

Actually my body has not recovered properly, even I was only two days in the hospital due to an impossible condition. Three Bi took me and helped me. If not, I would have died in terrible circumstances. While Fatih mas, after the great quarrel, he left me just behind and went to meet Siska who was busy shopping with his friends.

I was honestly confused where I wanted to go. Even I only carry a wallet and a mobile phone and a few sheets of clothes. I can't go to Solo under these circumstances, it's going to break the feeling of Umi and Abi seeing her daughter being treated like this by her husband.

"Dear?!,". Say hello to a woman, whom I see my age. She was wearing a black robe and a long headscarf. She held a man beside her.

"Salvah?!,". I was surprised to see the people and friends I had been looking for. Oh it turns out he's married, my inner self.

"Aisyah??, where are you going?, sorry well I disappeared without news. I had to move to Cairo, Egypt. So I really didn't get to tell you and the rest of the friends,". Say it sweetly. Salwa is still as beautiful as ever.

"Oh yes Salwa, it's okay. That's...?,".

"Hehehe. Ayes, this is my husband Mas Farhan. Oh yes, what about your husband?, how alone?, where did Fatih go?, why not take you?,". I'm confused as to what, if you knew Salwa, the man who once made you fall in love secretly now loves another woman besides me.

"Oh, Fatih's in Salwa's office business. So I just go alone. Where are you going?, since when have you been back in Indonesia?,". Answer lies.

"It's only been this week, and we're here for just one more week, before we go back to Cairo again. It just so happened that we decided to stay there. Oh yeah, how?, is there a baby dede?, heheh,".

Ah a question I really don't want to answer. I saw Salwa so very happy. Her husband kissed her head many times in front of me. Her husband must have loved her so much. Just like Fatih was with me.

"MasyaAlloh, far away from being an Egyptian. Emm. not yet Salwa. Allah has not given me that sustenance,".

"Have you filled Salwa?,".

"Alhamdulillah is filling Aisha. I'm about to go to three months old,".

"MasyaAlloh Tabarakallah, congratulations Salwa. May you always be happy, healthy and healthy. Oh yeah, I said yes, well, there's business,". I want to get out of here. I can't see my own fateful condition.

"Oh yes, be careful Ayesha. May God meet us again with cute children, send greetings to your husband from me and my husband from Farhan,".

"Amalein,".

I saw Salwa in the trailer to the gray car. Her husband opened the car door for Salwa. Exactly with the habits of Fatihku first. I miss being as happy as I used to be, but it's already very unlikely. My husband is different, not the Fatih I used to know.

Azizah: To:

"Assalamualaikum Zah, at home?,".

I sent a short message to Azizah. I don't know where else to go. Azizah is my only hope of winning for some time.

From Azizah:

"Waallaikumussalam ukhtyku darling. I'm at home this whole time. What's the matter?, kangen huh?, hehehe,".

Azizah: To:

From Azizah:

"Hey!!, you're saying what Shah. No need to talk like that. You want whenever I go to my house, I'll always be wide open for you. When do you want to come here?, between Fatih sir?,".

Azizah: To:

"Now Zah, alone. Wait for me dad. I'll be there,".

I put my phone down and then took a taxi to the station. I chose to use the train to get to Azizah's house faster. My physique is still really very weak. At least on the train I can sleep a few hours to unwind.

Train tickets departing at 14:00 WIB are now still at 13:30 WIB. I decided to pray dzuhur and ashar. I walked to the Mushola station. Thank goodness it was pretty quiet there. I can complain and cry to my Lord without anyone knowing.

After I finished praying, I sat in the waiting chair of the station that had been provided. I saw several other passengers with the same majors. Many people pass by with various types and their respective activities.

From Azizah:

"Well, seriously you're not among Pak Fatih?, dare you?, right you're the first time to Cirebon. Don't make me worry dong. You don't know me anymore, do you?!,".

I saw my phone shake and blink. There's an incoming message coming from Azizah. I refuse to reply again. Later it was if it had arrived at the last destination station in Cirebon then I gave Azizah news again. Announcement of his train majors Cirebon sounded, all passengers majoring in Jakarta-Cirebon in the pulpit to stand and wait on platform number three. I followed the directions with the other passengers. After the train completely stopped, I entered according to the train car I was going to ride. I saw again my seat information on the ticket, 4D23. It means car Four with seat number D23. I walked to find my seat number. Thankfully, my seat was close to the window. I can freely see the scenery outside during the trip, at least to drive away my boredom during being on the train for hours.

All the way I looked towards the window, I cried, I should be able to make Fatih happy with his young wife. Fatih's harsh treatment was really very painful and traumatized me a lot. Why is life so hard?, I cry for my own poor and ill-fated self. I saw my phone flashing so many times, Azizah had already called me fifteen times. But I was reluctant to lift it.

I decided to send some screenshots to Azizah. There are about 7 photos. And then I prayed during the journey, because I remembered one of the times in his prayer pilgrimage was while on the way. After praying, I fell asleep very fast. My physique is very tired, the former punch of Fatih mas is still very painful. And my heart is really broken. Right now I just need to disappear, to try to treat a liver injury that, although I know, will never be treated. I don't hate Fatih, I still love him because he's still my husband. I just want to learn sincerely, let go of what I can no longer afford to defend. Oh Allah... Aisyah's tired.

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Cirebon, January 17, 2015. Time shows at half-five in the afternoon. I contacted Azizah, that I had arrived at Prujakan-Cirebon station. This is the first time I stepped on my feet in this Sego Jamblang city.

"Tuutt.. Hello Assalamualaikum Zah, I have arrived at Prujakan-Cirebon station. You pick me up, yeah,". I called Azizah by phone.

"Yes hello Shah, okay I must go there now. Ten minutes to get there. Wait yeah. You don't go anywhere,".

"Okay thanks Azizah, you be careful,".

"OKAY. Tuuuut,". Phone disconnected.

I brought my little car that I gave you the name berry to pick up my best friend Aisyah. To be honest I was very shocked to see some of the pictures Aisyah sent me. I even cried seeing her. I was completely destroyed, I can't imagine how Aisyah would be. Along the way I wept over the fate of my best friend. Why are good people always given such a tough test. I was sad, disappointed, angry, annoyed, even hated to see what Aisyah had received.

Ten minutes passed, and I finally arrived at the station. I saw Aisyah sitting on both knees she was hugging, while her head was buried there. My heart is broken seeing my best friend like that. I immediately ran away and hugged Aisyah tightly. I don't care about the many pairs of eyes that see me crying so hard while hugging Aisyah tightly. Aisyah is getting thinner, she is really in a very bad state. Even Aisyah did not cry at all, maybe her tears had dried up because of crying too often.

I brought Aisyah to my house, because it just so happened that my family was out of town for a rather long time. After all my family already knew Aisyah, even though they never met. You are a good person Aisyah, you must be happy, I said in my heart. Along the way Aisyah just stood still and looked towards the window. Didn't say anything to me. My heart is completely broken seeing Aisyah's condition.