Honeyed

Honey Ep.1 (SEASON 2)

The fourth of November 2015 was the time when my marriage to my wife Aisyah was even one week. I who is now the legal husband of Aisyah feel what it feels like patience must be above everything. I was confused by everything, from the former mother-in-law of my wife and Aisyah who fell unconscious at the time after my marriage contract, to the closed meeting between Aisyah's family and her ex-husband. In this instant, Aisyah had not told me anything about the incident, which I saw my wife trying hard to face her days after the incident. I understand the burden on his heart and mind. Aisyah always covered her tears in front of me. In front of me, she always showed a bright face like the newlyweds in general, without burden without any problems. But I'm not a fool to be lied to. Unintentionally, I often caught Aisyah sitting pensively, not even infrequently shedding her tears. Heartache of course, how not?. I want the woman who is my life partner to be happy without injury, that is what I have always instilled and I have worked for in my life.

"Dear,".

Today, I want to take Aisyah to leave. I had a little surprise for her, at least I really wanted to get the most beautiful smile out of the corner of her lips. Surely not a smile that was deliberately made up as all this time Asiyah showed me, but a sincere smile from her heart.

"Yes Fahmi?, is there anything Fahmi needs from Aisyah?,".

"Oh no, are you busy right now?,".

"No mas, what's up Fahmi?,".

"If Dik Aisyah does not mind, mas want to take you for a walk for a while,".

"Ja-walks?, where are you?,".

"Why are you?, how shocked are you?. Have you had an event or activity?, if there is, go easy next time is not why dik,".

I saw Aisyah's slightly shocked expression when I invited her to go for a walk. This was the first time that Ayesha and I went together. After my wedding reception with her, we were both very busy packing all sorts of furniture, and so much stuff.

"Oh, no-no mas. Aisyah there are no events or activities of any kind today,".

"Really dik?,".

"True mas Fat.., emmh true mas Fahmi,".

I heard Aisyah almost called me by the name of her ex-husband. I'm jealous obviously, heartache for sure. But I always try to think positive, maybe that's because between Fatih and Fahmi it's very similar to his name.

"Fat?, Fat?,".

"Ma-sorry, A-Aisha..,".

"That's what you mean?, what's Fat called, Fat means fat?,".

I saw Aisyah's face that was very frightened and tense, turned calm, even Aisyah took her breath out slowly from her nose. Maybe she thought that I would scold her because she almost called me by her ex-husband's name.

"Ti-no mas, not fat Fahmi mas, Aisyah fat mas,".

Ah, how come I don't love you Aisha. It was your attitude that made me feel comfortable and in love. There is always something small about this week that makes me grateful to have you, even if not completely. Yes, that's right, I don't have you completely Aisyah, even though right now, my status is your husband, and you are my wife. I don't know, I feel like there's still something between me and you. I don't want to second-guess or guess things that aren't necessarily true.

"A-are you fat?, hahahaha... You're fat if you see a magnifying glass. Haha.., uh...,". I laughed satisfied, and very loose.

How can Aisyah be said to be fat?, her weight is at most only about 55kg, or a maximum of 60kg. I'm not sure I can get to 60kg. Aisyah's body is very small, even if worn uniform like her High School child is still appropriate and does not look married and become a wife.

"Dik..... Well how to go si?. Are you angry at me?, don't be angry dong dik. I'm sorry if the laugh just got too loose,".

I saw Aisyah's body just leave me. Did I go too far for laughing at her just now?. But how else, in fact Aisyah is very adorable. And I myself did not realize if it turned out to laugh until it was so crunchy. I followed Aisyah to the room, but the door was locked from the inside.

"Well, he's really sulking, address failed streets and sleep outside my dong. Stupidly I laughed after that, you sloppy Fahmi,".

I cursed to myself, and turned towards the back porch. Fortunately, Umi and Abi Aisyah are not at home. So I wasn't found out that just made his daughter sulk. Ayesha and I still live in a house with Ayesha's family. Aisyah did not want me to stay in Jogja. I had already prepared a house for him in London. I don't know why Aisyah still refuses to leave her house. The distance between Jogja and Solo is very close. I'm even willing to go back and forth Jogja-Solo if Aisyah wants to. But come on, I give up first. Aisyah said, at least one or two weeks she wants to be close to her parents.

As the firstborn in the family, I'm used to the rigors of life. Although my family is not a wealthy family like Aisyah's ex-husband, at least my family never lacked in any way. The key is to be patient and grateful. It was the advice of my Father and Mother, two words that I always tried to apply in my days, two words that I always used as weapons to face the twists and turns of world life. Be grateful for whatever I have, and be patient with all the trials and unclothes that come into my life.

"But mas..,".

My daydream just ran out, when I heard a soft voice coming from behind my body. Aisyah's voice, I didn't look at it for a few seconds, I was afraid it was just my hallucination. Because Aisyah was really sulking and angry at me.

"Fahmi, ayokk. So go ahead?, if you don't Aisyah go back to the room again,".

I'm not hallucinating. That's right on Aisyah's voice my wife. I stood up and faced the direction of the sound. I'm pensive, Aisyah is so beautiful. She wore after the robe and hijab in tosca green, and with her veil in the same color. Her eyes are really beautiful. I was always stunned and stuck in this kind of situation. Although sometimes I feel stiff and embarrassed in front of Aisyah.

"Mas?, iiih... mas Fahmi how?. How do you even look at diem?,".

"Oh, uh. i-iya dik. Forgive me dad. Do you want to use a mo-motor or car?,".

It's not once or twice that I look like the one who's been caught stealing. The word stammered, sweat poured out, and a cold body like the person accused. Lately I have been experiencing this symptom, every time I look at Aisyah. Aisyah still often forgets not to open her veil in front of me, and again I must always remind her that I am her husband who has the right to look at her face, then after I remember, Aisyah will open her veil in front of me.

"Aisha, just follow me,".

"Pake the bike, yes, after all we have never gone both on a motorbike,".

"In fact, have we ever used a car?, haven't we?,".

"Huh?, oh hehehe.. yes, yes also yes dik, yasudah mas take his motor first yes. Kirain is not so, the end was you rich nambek,".

"Well, Aisyah, wait, man,".

I left Aisyah. Hurry to the garage and get the bike. It feels very happy, going to walk together after one week of marriage. I was still embarrassed and stiff in front of Umi and Abi in-laws. If Aisyah wants me to move and live in my own home in Jogja. Surely I can be free of PDKT with Aisyah without having to be stiff and shy.

"Dear baby, the gojek mas is ready. Hehe,".

"What the mas,".

Aisyah got into the back seat, I thought she was going to laugh. Is my joke less funny?. Aisyah just answered what the fuck?. All right, I failed again to make my wife laugh. I took my bike slowly.

"Dik, dong grip,".

"Aisha has got a handle on the mas,".

"Huh?, where's brother?. How come no hand is out?,".

"Oh, what the fuck is mas. Shame on the streets of many people,".

"Hehe. oh yeah. Yaudah, it's up to Aisha to handle what,".

Fail again, my intention is to be romantic. But my partner still seems shy, or even just doesn't want to. All the way, I was silent. And occasionally calling Aisyah. Just to check his whereabouts. Afraid if she's sleepy or whatever. I never once considered Aisha with the gaze of a widow. To me, Aisyah is an honorable woman. I never cared about her status and past. Even when he first met her. When Abinya told me about the status of her widowed daughter. I have absolutely no doubt, and have no problem with Aisyah's status. For me, I was married to Aisyah, which meant that it was when my new life with her began.

"As Fahmi?, where do you want to take Aisyah?,".

Suddenly my wife Aisyah broke my daydream.

"There, later on Aisyah also knows where we are going. I hope you, you'll like dik,".

"Aisha can't know?,".

"Not to know, the name is also a surprise. Time to be told?,".

"That's it?, Yasudah deh,".

Cieeeee kepo, hehehe,".

"Oh, what the fuck is mas,".

Okay, I've heard the words three times "iiihh what the mas". I have to get used to those words. Or in other words, it will be a word that will be routinely uttered by my bidadar.

"Oh, you've already told Umi and Abi, right?, if we're going for a while?,".

"Astaghfirullah mas, Aisha forgot to give news to Umi Abi. How is this dong?,".

"Huh?, have we stopped yet. You call Umi or Abi. Tidings to them, fearing that they will find us,".

"Yes can be a mas,".

I pulled my bike over. And allowed Aisha to give news to Umi and her Abi. I saw the look on Aisyah's guilty face. It seems like she felt guilty for forgetting to not inform Umi and Abi. Especially until I remind him.

"Don't panic, baby,".

"I-iya mas, this is Umi same Abi very difficult to contact her mas. No one picked up the phone from Aisyah,".

"Yes patient, brother. Later too....,".

Not done yet I continued my words suddenly Aisyah spoke by phone.

"Ha-hall Umi. This is Aisyah, I'm sorry Aisyah forgot to tell Umi and Abi. Now that Aisyah is not at home, Aisyah again goes with Fahmi mas. Oh yes, the keys to Umi's house are not serepnya?, oh yes Thank goodness if Umi brought. Yasudah mi, Aisyah continue the journey first yes mi. Assalamualaikum".

I listened to Aisyah's conversation from across the phone. Mimik his face looks calm again after giving news to Umi and Abinya. I'm going to calm down.

"Have you?,".

"Yes, let's go again,".

I went back on a trip with the woman I married a week ago. The woman who was hiding the burden on her heart that was as big as a mountain. A simple, solihah and graceful woman who is able to make me fall in love many times without getting tired. A woman who can bring out more of my patience than ever before. I never knew how Aisyah felt about me. All I know now is that he has been a perfector of my religion, he has been a partner in everything for me. She's a woman I'd really like to be happy with after my bundle. This woman, who can make me shake, gagu, and break out in cold sweat many times.

"Mas Fahmi?, is it still a long time?,".

Ah I felt so happy, when Aisha said my name so calmly. I'm sure, this is because I've fallen in love too deeply, even during the ta'aruf and nadzor process with her.

"Oh, not dik. The throttling, then just turn left, walk a little until deh,".

I explained the place that she and I were headed to, although I was sure that Aisyah would not understand even though I had explained the details about the turns that would take me and herself to the place they were going. Of course, Aisyah did not understand, this woman who is now my wife, almost spelled out rarely or never even went to and fro like women in general. It also makes me grateful because God met me with himself, a woman who is good at maintaining her honor in an era that has increasingly tarnished without rules. Oh, not without rules. But that rule no longer has any self-respect. Like many people say, rules are made to be broken. What kind of people are these?, who want to live without the rules?. Certainly they do not want to be equated with other beings who do not have the perfect sense as humans. In fact, it is very easy for humans to be happy. Simply following the rules and regulations that exist alone it has made life can be happy. Because the rules are made no other and no, to be able to make humans live properly.