Honeyed

Honey Ep.2 (SEASON 2)

The road to where Fahmi and I were headed was quite remote. I even just found out, if it turns out that the city of Solo has a very cool rice field road. Maybe it's because I'm rare or almost never go. Along the way I really enjoy the atmosphere and the breeze that continues to blow without any fatigue. It seems that Fahmi chose the right vehicle. Yeah, motor. Using a motorbike so remember when I was wearing a rickshaw. The air around me can immediately feel, although using a rickshaw is more delicious than a motorcycle. Rickshaw rate is more relaxed than the speed of the motor. Fishery and left, visible to both my eyeballs are just varied rice plants, some are yellow, some are still green. Really a very beautiful view.

I honestly don't know. Where exactly would Fahmi take me?. He's a Jogja, but why would he know a place like this in Solo?. Honestly, I don't really want to go anywhere. My heart still could not accept the harsh reality that I thought I would never forget. It's just, I want to obey the man who has now become my husband.

The motorbike that Fahmi and I were driving stopped at one of the houses. The house has a very attractive bamboo gate. The left fishery has several types of Bougenville flowers with various colors. I don't know, whose house is this?, does Fahmi have a brother here?.

"Dog, yoke,".

"Who's home?, who's home?,".

I asked Fahmi who was quick to help me release the helmet I was wearing.

"Already, later you also know if you have entered the dik. Come on, let's go in now,".

"D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dad, I,".

I walked next to Fahmi. My hand was held by him. But I tried to take my hand out of his. I'm still not used to being in contact with Fahmi. Especially in public, even if it is only limited to hand in hand. It took me a while to start it all back to how it used to be. I followed Fahmi who was now walking in front of me. At the beginning of the entrance, there is nothing interesting or even special. All I saw were a few old flower pots and new ones. Equipment for gardening. I didn't think it was this man's decision to take me to this place.

"Sir, get ready, yeah,".

Said Fahmi while holding my hand again, this grip is stronger than before. I can't let go of it other than resigning and following where Fahmi's taking me.

"Prepared?, telling him why mas?,".

"It's okay. I just hope you can be a little happy with this one,".

"Where are we going?, what exactly is this place?, how lonely is it?,".

"It's just a place I wish you could like it,".

Fatih took me through some small passages. A hallway that is deliberately made to be an attraction, but for me there is nothing interesting. Throughout the hall there are only words of proverbs, or even some abstraction paintings that do look very beautiful. I don't want to ask Fahmi more. Along the way I just kept quiet and followed the pull of Fahmi's hand.

"Sir, good luck and you like it,".

"What did you do?,".

I didn't get any answers from Fahmi. Suddenly after entering the bamboo door that read "Welcome on The Paradise". My two eyeballs were unable to blink, I was like a bewitched human, only able to remain silent and agape at the sight now exposed before my eyes. I felt like this was all a dream, for a few seconds I didn't react to anything. I'm just glazed.

"MasyaAlloh, what a beautiful place,".

I was back to enjoying the view. The cloudy atmosphere, very supportive, breezy wind from the rice fields adds to the complete beauty of this. Is this what people say the land is above the clouds?, O God is indeed Your creation.

"Dik, we go there,". Said Fahmi while holding my hand again. This time I can't even say anything but teary-eyed looking at everything there is. I never know, if it turns out that the city of Solo has hidden beauty like this, the beauty is still very beautiful. A beauty who is still trying to survive amidst her old world.

"Sik, you can be as content to pick, and arrange all the flowers that are here. You can take him home,".

"Mas Fahmi?,".

"Yes, brother?,".

"This place is so beautiful. It's really beautiful mas. Aisyah first felt this kind of beauty firsthand,".

"Are you happy?, are you happy?. Oh, or?, do you like it?,".

I asked Aisyah who was still stunned to see the beauty and scenery. His eyes were glazed over, Aisyah was silent not wrinkled. He looks like a bewitched man. I really hope to make Aisyah happy, and of course I can feel her sincere smile without burden. I want to get that from Aisyah. All this time, Aisyah just pretended to be strong and happy in front of me. Maybe she does not want the man who is now her husband to feel the great burden like he is experiencing. I don't even know what burden my wife is carrying?.

For days I tried to find a place that could make Aisyah happy. I was browsing around looking for a place that Aisyah might like. Yup right, I can only say maybe. Because I don't know much about what Ayesha likes, and what she doesn't. How can I get to know my wife?, while everyday I and Aisyah only talk just to say hello, or a little discussion. The rest of my wife Aisyah prefers silence. I have not dared to ask, about what happened when I did a week ago. Right now I can only be patient, and swallow my confusion, my curiosity, and other bad taste. It was just that, but I still wished that I not only had Aisha from her physique, but also her inner self. In this instant, I felt that I did not have Aisyah completely, but I was sure that one day I could get it. I can only think well of my wife right now.

"Yes..,".

Aisyah did not answer my question, she instead walked like a bewitched person. He just called my name, and then left me. I thought, does Aisyah like the place I've been working so hard to find for her?. I slightly passed after Aisyah who was now busy kissing some flowers.

"Mas, Jazakallahkhoyr,".

"Are you happy, baby,".

"God, God, thank God,". I said so after hearing Aisyah's statement to me. My efforts were not in vain.

"Where did Fahmi know there was such a beautiful place?,". I asked my husband, who was just staring at me.

"Concealed,". Said Fahmi while continuing to smile with teary eyes looking at me.

I never thought I would be taken by Fahmi to a place as beautiful as this. A pretty big place, this is a paradise for flower lovers. There are so many types and names of flowers here, even I who claim to be a lover and very fond of flowers, there are those I myself just saw, it turns out there are flowers like this and that. To the north of this flower garden, I could clearly see the very beautiful hills, while from the south from a distance could be seen the expanse of rice fields that I had just passed. All the flowers here are very beautiful, all blooming very fresh.

"Sik, will you teach us how to make beautiful flower arrangements?,".

"Why would you suddenly want to learn flower arranging?,". I looked with an astonished look at Fahmi.

"Yes no papa dik, if later mas already can arrange flowers, mas will be able to make you a flower arrangement of mas own works,".

"Oh so, kirain mas wants to open a flower shop business,".

"Well, it could also be. May we try to open a flower shop sometime. Later let the perennial flower mas who keep the store,".

"Eternal flower?, who's mas?,".

"Aisha Fatimatul Salwa,". Said Fatih while gently stroking my head.

"Don't, what the fuck is mas,".

Ahhh, again and again. Those words were uttered by my bidadar's mouth. Should I get bored?, or make it a habit?. I saw Aisyah who then passed by and left me. I could only shake my head, smile, and then catch up with my wife who was picking some flowers, after renting the equipment. From afar, I knew very well, that Aisyah was so enthusiastic and happy. It was evident from his current spirit, while picking some beautiful flowers that he would assemble and take home.

"Sir, what's this flower called?,". I asked Aisyah, after I caught up and approached her.

"This is called the Aster mas flower. This daisies has many colors and types. It's funny, yeah,".

"Yes, funny and beautiful like you, you must have just said "iiih what the mas". Aren't you?, what hayoo,".

"Hahaha. Aisha shy,".

Ah, it felt so happy to hear her laugh so crisp and sincere. This is the first time I've heard my wife laugh after one week of marriage. The rest of Aisyah just smiled with a big burden, which I myself do not know the root of the problem. I was so curious to know exactly what happened a week ago when after my marriage to her. Because after all, I have a right to know what my wife is burdened with. I wonder what Aisyah is thinking. Should I ask Umi and Abi in-laws?, but be polite if I ask what really happened to my wife's parents?, and will Aisha be angry if I find out to Umi and Abinya?. Astaghfirullah, what should I do?. Nor can I bear to see the woman who has now become my wife constantly daydreaming, crying, and grieving. I married Aisyah, because I wanted to be able to make her happy. But if this is the case, I am also uncomfortable.

"Mas, do you want to daydream?, without helping Aisyah pick the flowers?, she said she wanted to learn flower arranging?,". Say Aisyah to me. Sure enough, I was engrossed in my own thoughts. I was busy thinking about things, which I myself did not know when to get the answer.

"O-oh, i-iya dik. Sorry to dream. Here help pick the flowers. But dik, you don't know what kind of flower to take?,".

"As for the mas only, want to arrange which flowers. Origin when picking must be careful yes, the stalk is not too short. So later when assembled is not difficult,". I said to Fahmi.

I don't know what Fahmi's thinking. The man who a week ago had legitimately become my husband, daydreaming for a very long time. I don't know what's on Fahmi's mind. Honestly, I feel guilty too. I haven't been able to tell you about me and my ex-husband Fatih. I don't want to remember Fatih anymore, even though I know, the more I want to not remember her. Then I'll remember him more and more. I don't hate Fatih. I have forgiven him for all his misdeeds and fears for me. What should I do?, in fact my separation with my ex-husband Fatih was very painful and miserable.

I now have Fahmi. A man who accepts and embraces my past. But what should I be like?, in fact after the arrival of Fatih and Mommy arranged my marriage with Fahmi mas, really became the heaviest and biggest burden and blow in my life. Even then, I was unconscious. Me, Fatih, and Mommy turned out to be just victims. We parted in a very painful way. It's really painful. Of course it's not easy for me to forget everything so quickly. I need time to be sincere and really live my new home life. Fahmi, I really don't want to disappoint him. I'm stuck. I'm going all wrong. But I believe I should be able and should be able to give everything. And back again, I just needed time to realize that. But, I myself do not know, when time can help me mengikhlaskan and let go, and let go of everything that has happened in my life. I'm a normal human being, I'm a normal woman. As strong as I was, in fact this test was really very heavy and painful.

"By Ayesha, I have many flowers,". Fahmi told me.

I saw, Fahmi happily showed a basket that now contains various kinds and colors of flowers that are very beautiful.

"MasyaAlloh, here's the mas. We're stringing,". I said while pulling over to the gazebo which was already prepared for the arrangement of flowers that have been picked,".

"okay,dik,". Said Fahmi who now catches up with me in the gazebo.

"Now separate first, the flowers are based on large, and the color is yes. So that later it will be easy when going to arrange the flowers,". I gave the instructions to Fahmi. And I saw Fahmi's body swiftly following my orders and directions.

The wind, and the cloudy weather is so soothing. Maybe this will be my favorite place in Solo, after home. My veil and veil were moving in the wind. Mas Fahmi looked swiftly tidying up my exposed veil.

"His wind is naughty, you know, he wants to see your pretty face,". I said to Aisyah who looked embarrassed.

"Dad, what the fuck is Mas,".

I got those words again. You see, I have to get used to hearing these words from my bidadah. Aisyah taught me to arrange flowers very painstakingly, until finally I was able to make a flower arrangement that was clear the results were very far when compared to Aisyah's handmade. At least I've tried, and it's hard for men. Not bad, for beginners. Me and Aisyah went home and arrived at the house at about half-four in the afternoon.