Honeyed

Honey Ep.9 (SEASON 2)

"Fahmi wants to bring any clothes?,". I asked from inside the room. My husband was preparing in the living room.

"Bring me some clothes. Please, brother. This mas was packing his souvenirs first in cardboard,".

"Okay, it's up to Aisyah. The important thing is to bring a change of clothes for two days,". Saying again.

"Yes dear. What matters is your husband's in clothes,". Answer Fahmi while laughing.

"Yeeeeee,". I answered flat with a smile.

"If it's done bang yes, let the mas bring it into the car,".

"Okay sip,".

This morning I was busy with my husband preparing all my needs. I mean, Fahmi and I are preparing this and that to take to Solo. That's right, today is December 2015. I'm going home to Umi's. It's been a while, my husband and I have not visited Umi. Even I myself have not had time to stay at the house of my mother and father-in-law, meaning staying at the house of old man Fahmi. Because my husband is so busy. Maybe later it will be scheduled after returning from home Umi. My intention is that my husband and I will stay at Umi's house for two days. Mumpung mas Fahmi is also not at work. At least I can let go of kangen with Umi, Abi, and my sister Aldi. Mas Fahmi has bought some souvenirs to bring to Solo. Especially the one that became the icon of Yogyakarta city.

The wall clock in the room shows at nine in the morning. I'm still busy in the room preparing Fahmi's clothes and clothes. I was actually confused, what clothes should be brought for Fahmi mas. But I asked my husband, and he just answered to me, which is important he wears clothes when I'm at my parents' house. Fahmi is very humorous, there are always small things that make me constantly learn to love him more. Even when I was lashing out at him, I finally burst out because I couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes my husband deliberately vilifies his handsome face in front of me, it does not make his face so funny. But it's even more weird and a little scary, and that's what makes me laugh. Not because it's funny, but because it's weird and a little scary.

The long needle of the wall clock is twelve, while the short needle is ten. At ten o'clock in the morning, I finished riding the goods. I looked at the tv room, but did not find Fahmi was there. Maybe Fahmi was heating the car and arranging the souvenir boxes that had been arranged by him. I put on a veil and then walked out towards the front rawness. Sure enough, my husband was busy arranging the boxes and heating his car.

"Mas?, is it done here?,". Ask slowly.

"Have you, why?. Have you finished packing our clothes and other necessities?,". Ask Fahmi.

"It's over. That's why Aisyah samperin mas here. He said that Aisyah has finished telling the mas?, let it be lifted and put in the car?,".

"Yes, you wait here. How many bags?,".

"With so many mas, there are two large bags, and one small bag doang. Why why?,". Ask wonder.

"Oh yasudah. Yes no papa dik, just ask. This loh mas has prepared space for clothing bags. Fear not enough. So ask a lot or not,".

"O-oh, that. Yasudah,".

"Wait here. Go inside and get the bags in the room,". Mas Fatih ordered me to wait for him for a while. I was told to keep it in front. I saw my husband walking into the house.

Ah, it feels very impatient to get to Solo soon. Meksipun Yogyakarta and Solo can be said not too far or close. But the name of longing and kangen it always makes the meeting as a panacea to remove and treat the longing itself. I sat on the floor while waiting for Fahmi to come out. I am grateful for everything I have now. Including I am grateful to have a husband like Fahmi. Before long, I saw my husband with many bags on his body and hands coming out of the house. I could not bear, I stood up and moved from my sitting position to help Fahmi.

"It is not necessary to. You sit down just rest. You don't need to be helped. Masa masah asked the angel to help lift the guy?,". Canda mas Fahmi in the middle of his bustle clawing stuff in the car.

"Don't do that. Aisyah can not be silent just look at the trouble of carrying a lot of stuff like this mas,". I answered Fahmi.

"Yes, baby, I know. So I told Aisyah to sit down. Anyway, it's not too heavy. The heavy ones are further away from you. Hehe.nz...,".

Mas Fahmi, still mocking me and laughing looking at my face that looked down in shame.

"Truly?, don't you want to be helped by Aisyah?,". I asked to convince Fahmi.

"Related. You have sat down. It's gonna be over, baby, anyway,". Answer Fahmi to me.

I followed Fahmi's orders, and sat back on the porch. I noticed Fahmi was unpacking some stuff. Enough to get in and all the cars. Mas Fahmi was so excited when he was arranging things in the car. I just sat and looked at my husband. Even occasionally Fahmi glanced and smiled at me who was sitting.

"Alhamdulillah is done too,". Mas Fahmi is grateful that his task of packing things into the car has been completed.

"Let's go in, man,". Take me to Mas Fahmi who approached me.

"Dik's dad,". Fahmi walked behind me.

"What would you like to drink?, iced tea?, plain water?, carrot juice?, or what mas?,". I mentioned some drinks and offered them to my husband. I'm sure Fahmi must be tired and very thirsty.

"Es tea only dik. Please make it for me. And don't eat too much, baby. Jazakillahkhoyr says,". Say Fahmi to me.

"Okay ndoro,". I replied as it passed from where Fahmi was sitting.

I made two glasses of sweet iced tea for me and for my husband, in just under seven minutes. Two large glasses of sweet iced tea I brought to the tv room. I thrust the iced tea at Fahmi, who was fan-fan because of the heat.

"This is the iced tea mas first drunk. Must be tired, right?, if you're tired. Departing to Solonya after the dzuhur prayer is fine. In addition, the danger, if the driver is in a tired and sleepy condition,".

"What really is not your father dik?, if we go to his Umi house after the dzuhur prayer?,". I convinced Aisyah.

"No papa mas. Later after we finish drinking his iced tea. Continue the dhuha prayer mas. After that, we take a nap first. How's it?,".

I spent a glass of iced tea with Fahmi. About about half ten o'clock I and my husband Fahmi had finished performing the dhuha sunnah prayer. Fahmi and I tried to continue to get used to the dhuha sunnah prayer. Because every joint and every bone has to be devoted. As in a hadith which means “In the morning it is obligatory for all the joints between you to give alms. So every tasbih reading is alms, every tahmid reading is alms, every tahlil reading is alms, and every takbir reading is alms. So also amar ma’ruf (ordered to obedience) and nahi mungkar (forbidden from slums) is alms. This can all be fulfilled (replaced) by performing Dhuha prayers as much as 2 raka’at.” (CHR. Muslims no. 1704),".

Adzan dzuhur's voice is heard. I woke up from the bed. I glanced at Fahmi who was no longer in the room. I smell a fragrance, typical like Fahmi's perfume. It turned out that my husband had woken up first and even he had taken a bath and was neat to get ready to perform the prayers of the worshipers. I'm honestly embarrassed, light work. But I woke up the most late.

"Have you woken up?,". Ask my husband Fahmi.

"Su-already mas. Forgive Aisyah. Buildings have,". I said in a tone filled with guilt.

"No papa dear. Maybe you're sapped. Yasudah mas pamit go to the mosque first yes dik. You take a shower, pray, and get ready. So later when the mas have returned to prayer from the mosque. We can slide straight to Umi's house. Don't forget dik, ask for help all the doors in control, whether all locked or not,".

"Dad mas, later Aisyah is immediately shower and pray the same ready. Yes, Fahmi, later Aisyah checks and re-controls all the doors. Yasudah sanah mas went to the mosque,". I said while kissing Fahmi's hand. I drove my husband to the door.

I rushed to the bathroom, to take a shower, then prayed, and got ready. Grey-colored gameplay with a combination of black warrants is my choice, to accompany the trip to Solo. All the doors I've checked and I control. Everything is safe, it's locked. Even the stove and related to electricity have been checked. I sat waiting for Fahmi to come home from the mosque.

"Assynolt,". Fahmi said his regards. This time I'm getting used to it, and have started to be able to distinguish which of my husband's Fahmi mas voices, and which ones are not.

"Waallaikumussalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh,". I answered while opening the door.

"MasyaAlloh, canti once you dik. Are you ready, baby?,".

"Already mas. Comeon,". I'm excited.

"Dear baby,".

My husband and I left the house at twelve in the afternoon for over thirty minutes. Mas Fahmi and I said bismillah and prayer when going to safar (on the way). Along the way to Solo, I slept a lot. I fell asleep really, even sometimes I became embarrassed by the same Fahmi. For some reason, when riding in the car I must always be sleepy and fall asleep at will. Sometimes I also deliberately invite to chat mas Fahmi, so that he is not sleepy in driving his car. I discussed many things with Fahmi, especially about life and death.

The car we were wearing entered the courtyard of Umi's house. Ah, this house nothing ever changes. It's still the same as before. I rushed down and knocked on the front door a few times. Mas Fahmi was busy dropping things off from the car.

"Sir Aisyah?!,". Shouted Aldi who when opening the door immediately hugged tightly towards me. This child always greeted his only sister with shouts and hugs. That's certain.

"Assalamualaikum deck, Umi and Abi where are you?, why are you alone at home?,". I was confused with Aldi.

"So, Umi and Abi are going to the stall for a while, brother. He said he wanted to buy something. Where's Fatih, Brother Aisyah?,".

I fell silent, when my brother Aldi mispronounced Fahmi as Fatih my ex-husband. I hope Fahmi doesn't hear it.

"Mas Fahmi deck, not Fatih,". My speech's flat.

"Oh yes, forgive Aldi brother. Aldi forgot, the end is like si,". My sister apologized to me.

"Yes it's okay deck. That's Fahmi's dropping things,". I said with a smile.

Aldi and I, helped lift some light things into the house. I immediately brought a bag of clothes into my room. The same room, never a change. The most comfortable room I've ever had. There are so many memories in this room. I held back my tears from falling down my cheek.

"Umi and Abi where are you?,". Fahmi broke my daydream.

"Oh, that was said Aldi was going to the stall for a while. There's something to buy,". My answer.

"Yes, I live first. Kasian Aldi alone in the tv room, mas want to park the car first so as not to block the road,".

"Dad, man,". I answered while watching the body of the man who was my husband's status leave me alone in the room.

The stuff I straight up and I tidy it up. Even the body a little sore, mending all just tidied it. Let's not work twice. Just a few minutes later I was tidying things up, and suddenly I heard my brother Aldi knocking on my door.

"Tokkk... Brother Aisyah?!,".

"Dik's dad?, what's up?,". I who was confused immediately asked Aldi, as soon as I opened the room door.

"Sister, that was before Ayesha came. There's a postman coming. Give this envelope to Aldi,". My brother Aldi handed me an envelope.

"Thank you, man,". I said, closing and locking the door to my room.

"Together brother,". Aldi answered me.

My heart stopped suddenly. I was shaking as soon as I read who sent the letter to me. Cold sweat instantly crammed out and flooded my body. My body immediately limp. What else is this?, why should there be a letter from my former mother-in-law?. That's right, this letter is from Jakarta. And it's clear that the amlop says what the name of the sender is. I couldn't have read it wrong. Obviously the sender of this letter is my Mother-in-law, dr. Layla's. Why did my mother-in-law send me a letter?. Should I tell my husband?, and then I read it together?. I really don't want to open this letter. Why come to this letter, after I always try to forget everything that was in the past?.

I fell down, and cried while holding an envelope that I really didn't want to read. An envelope that was able to make me crumble instantly without even reading the contents. Astaghfirullah, strengthen Aisha, O Allah. Strenghten. My prayers were softened amid the sobs of my crying that were no longer contained.