Honeyed

Honey Ep.4 (SEASON 2)

Today, I brought a son whom I love very much. Muhammad Fatih for the first time treated to one of the acquaintances of a doctor friend when I was still practicing. He is a psychiatric doctor who has been practicing for decades. Today I decided to take an online taxi. I've never driven a car in a long time, having chosen early retirement from the practice of being a doctor. It still feels stiff, and back again the same as when you first learned to drive your own car. My son and I, Fatih, left the house at about eight in the morning. The journey from home to the hospital takes up to an hour, even if it is not jammed. If Jakarta is jammed. It can take up to thirty minutes. Along the way, my only son just daydreamed and faced towards the side. He saw the view outside through the car window. I keep watching him. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he smiles, sometimes just silently daydreaming with a blank look. I don't know what was on his mind when he was in a dreamy state for so long.

"Trainer?,". I said slowly to him. I'm trying to communicate with my son. At least so that he does not continue to daydream all the way to the hospital. I did not say or tell Fatih that I was taking her to the hospital and to seek treatment. Even then, I had to lie to him. Fatih refused to let me out. Until finally, he asked me. Would if he came out, then he would be able to meet Aisyah?. I had to answer yes, all for the good of my son.

My only hope is to be able to bring my son back to what he was. It was the only effort I could make as his mother. May my efforts for my only son be made easy. I really can't imagine losing Fatih.

"Mother?,". Suddenly Fatih called me.

"Yes, son?, what's wrong?,". I quickly looked at my son.

"Still not Bun?,". Say Fatih to me again.

"A little while more, son. The road is also a little stuck. What's the matter my son?,". Ask again.

"Bun?, is Fatih tidy?. Fatih's handsome yet?.

I saw my son who suddenly asked for his appearance. Fatih even tidied her hair that was actually neat with her hands. I was confused by my son's attitude, why did he ask him how he looked?.

"Fatih dear, you are Mother's only son. You're very handsome, dear. You're handsome boy. You are also fragrant and tidy. Why is that, son?,". I asked Fatih.

"What mother?, we're going to meet Aisyah. So Fatih had to look handsome and neat in front of Aisyah Bun,". Fatih said with eyes full of confidence, that he was right to meet Aisyah, his ex-wife.

"Oh yes, sorry you forgot,". I said flat while throwing my face towards the side of the window. I don't want my son to see my teary self withholding tears from falling.

" Driver, can you walk faster?,". Said Fatih who suddenly asked the taxi driver to spur his vehicle faster.

"Why son?, the streets are jammed baby. Fatih why?,". I asked Fatih.

"Bun, I'm Aisyah Bun. He's been waiting since. Kasian he had to wait for Mother and Fatih too long,".

"Prophey yes. The streets are crowded, and it's jammed,". Said the taxi driver to Fatih my son.

"Yes but sir, I'm my wife's father. He's waiting too long, sir,". Said Fatih again to the taxi driver. He was very confident that Aisyah would be waiting for him.

"Already sir, no need to respond. The important thing is to survive until the goal,". I said flatly to the taxi driver who then glanced towards the front pawn.

"Good Mom,". The answer is while continuing to focus on carrying his car.

I saw my son suddenly fall asleep. He's very handsome. I can't bear to see her condition getting more and more apprehensive. I wiped my tears that I could no longer hold. I nodded and stroked my only son's hair many times.

"May you wake up and recover, son. Mother misses you. Mother is alone, and has no one but you my son. Be a strong man, boy, a strong man facing all kinds of storms and trials of life. Mother's prayers are always with you Fatih. Mother wants her only child to always be healthy and happy in her life. Strengthen your hearts, my son,". I said in my heart.

The streets of Jakarta are always macat and congested. Scorching and hot weather becomes a complement that always faithfully accompanies Jakarta congestion. Sometimes it feels like moving to another city, which is not too dense and hot like Jakarta. I have lived in Jakarta for decades. Maybe if later my son is healed, it's good I talk to him about wanting to. Surely waiting for all in a stable and fine state. I want to convey and express my wish to my only son, that his mother wants to live in a quiet and comfortable city in her old age. Hopefully, Fatih will be invited by his mother to move to another city. Another goal is to leave behind all the bad and bitter memories that have been engraved in the city of Jakarta so far. Want to throw away all the suffering that ever existed, mengikhlaskan everything that disappointed the soul and shed many tears. Rebuilding a beautiful story from the beginning, in another city that is quieter and more reassuring.

"Mom, we're at the hospital, right,".

The sound of the taxi driver woke me from a very long daydream. Sure enough, I and my son Fatih have arrived at the hospital we are headed to. I glanced at my son who was still sleeping very soundly.

"Oh yes sir, sorry. Sir, I woke up my son first,". I said to the online taxi driver who was waiting for Fatih and me to get out of his car.

"Dad mom,". The taxi driver answered me.

"Son.., Fatih. Awake son. We've arrived,". I woke Fatih who was still sleeping.

"Yes Bun, have you arrived yet?. Fun, soon to meet with Aisyahku,". Said Fatih who immediately woke up and then rushed down from inside the car.

I handed over some money, to pay the tip to the taxi driver online. I was in a hurry because Fatih got out of the car first.

"Thank you sir,". I said as I closed the door of the online taxi I was just riding in.

I chased and took Fatih who was walking so fast towards the hospital. I don't know what's on his mind. He was like a person in a hurry.

"Mother?, is Fatih's Ayesha sick Bun?. Why are we in Bun's hospital?,". Said Fatih who looked very anxious, knowing she was taken to the hospital.

"Here we go, son, first,". I said while holding Fatih's hand into the hospital lobby.

Throughout the hospital hallway, many health care friends greeted me and told me of their longing. I used to practice in this hospital for about three years. Before finally deciding to retire early from practicing as a doctor. I immediately rushed over and quickened my steps towards the practice room of a fellow psychiatric doctor. Without having to queue, I immediately met an old friend in his practice room.

"Just like doctor Layla, long time no doc". Doctor Heru answered me.

"Bun, where's Aisyah Bun?,". Ask Fatih to me.

"Now, like I told you through chatt yesterday. This is how it is. Please help, doc,". I said to Dr. Heru.

"I'll help you as much as I can, Doc,". Her speech.

"All right, let my son go check on you first Doc. Please doctor Layla wait here first,". Said Dr. Heru who then took my son's hand to his practice room.

"Doctor, where am I going?,". Fatih asked the Heru doctor who did not get any answers.

I sat down, anxiously waiting for the results of Fatih's examination. Approximately about an hour more, Fatih get very strict observation from the doctor Heru. So many patients who register to be examined by Heru doctors. Heru's doctors always limited the number of patients he could receive each day. I saw Doctor Heru coming out of the observation room.

"Where is Doctor Heru?,". I'm anxious.

"Your son is under severe stress, so it hits one of his central nerves. That's what caused his psychic to be disturbed,". Obviously doctor Heru to me.

"Then how do doc?, can it be cured?,". Ask again.

"For now, I've given therapy to your son doctor Layla. At most I will prescribe some drugs that can improve the central nervous system. Including giving your son a sedative,". I said Doctor Heru while writing a prescription for Fatih.

"Thank God, if it can be healed, then,". I said with a feeling of relief.

"But, this should be done treatment and therapy that is routine doctor Layla. And if you may know, where is his ex-wife named Aisyah now?. Your son only mentioned Ayesha's name,".

"My ex-daughter-in-law is now in Doctor Heru's Solo. My son was devastated by the loss of Aisha in his life,". I obviously went to Dr. Heru.

"Actually, the presence of Ayesha was quite helpful for the psychological recovery of your son doc. Because, what makes the burden of the mind is what must be overcome. If indeed your child's psychic state is disturbed because of the loss of someone, it will be very helpful if that person can be present to meet your son. Although only present once in front of your son doc. Because it can really support the success of your son's psychic treatment doctor Layla,". Doctor Heru explained at length how and what can quickly recover my son Fatih as before.

"Bringing Aisha up?, is there no other way doctor Heru?,". I asked expectantly.

I can't possibly bring Aisyah to meet Fatih. It would hurt Aisyah, her new husband, as well as her two parents. I don't want to hurt Aisyah for the second time. The girl deserves to be happy. If there was any other way than to present Aisha before my son Fatih, then I would prefer that way.

"There's no other way, doctor Layla. The presence of someone who is desperately wanted by your son, can really be a panacea. If indeed the condition is not possible to bring an ex-wife from your son, then you must be patient undergoing this treatment. This therapy takes a long time. It's not enough to just take a month or two,". Obviously Dr. Heru again.

"How many years will it take, Doc?, so that my son's psychic can return to what it used to be?,". I asked with a feeling of worry and not care.

"I can't say for sure doctor Layla. It depends on the inside and the will of your son as well. Because recovery for psychic disorders it can not be ascertained when. So I suggest to you, to be able to present your former daughter-in-law doctor Layla, even if only once. Give your son time to remember with his ex-wife,". Doctor Heru told me.

"All right, doc, thanks for the help, doc. Can I take Fatih home now?,". I asked Dr. Heru.

"Please doctor Layla. Just go inside the observation room, and here's the recipe. Oh yes, I live first. I have a patient visit clock to the ward,". Clearly me.

" Good doc, happy duty,".

I looked at the body of Doctor Heru who came out of his practice room to visit patients in the psychiatric ward. I entered the observation room. I saw my beloved son sitting in the chair provided in the observation room. His gaze was filled with agony, I saw my only son shed his tears. My heart breaks as a mother sees the reality before her eyes. I'm a doctor, but I failed to keep my only son. I wiped my tears and then approached Fatih.

"My boy?,". I asked slowly while holding his arm.

"Mother?, Fatih sad Bun,". He said while looking at me.

"Yes, my dear, Mother understands. You must be strong. Mother's son must not lose to the situation,". I hugged Fatih tightly. My son must be healed and strong.

"Bun, Fatih can't meet Aisyah huh Bun?. Hicks.. hick.. hikk,". Fatih said to me.

"Here you go, son. We're talking about Asiyah at home. You need to rest a lot, son,". I said while holding my son's hand.

After redeeming the medicine for Fatih. I'm heading back home. Also take a taxi. All the way home, I daydreamed and thought about the advice Heru's doctor had recommended to me. About bringing Aisyah to meet my son Fatih. What should I do?, I was really stuck again in a difficult situation. I'm traumatized, I don't want to make the wrong decision anymore. What should I do as a mother?.

I glanced at Fatih. He's asleep really fast. Right now I'm more happy and calm to see Fatih fall asleep, than to see my son daydreaming and crying. It ruins my feelings. God, what should I do?. Should I ask Aisha for help and ask her to come see my son?. Or am I patient with the existing treatment and therapy even though I do not know how long my only child can return to his old age?.

Jakarta Street, it's a little quiet. I'm still struggling with my mind. About should I follow the advice of Heru's doctor or not. I don't want to fail a second time as a mother. I hope there is a way out.