Honeyed

Honey Ep.12 (SEASON 2)

"Hallo, assalamualaikum brother Aisyah?,". Umi's voice sounded from across there.

"Umi Hallo, waallaikumussalam. What's up Umi?, the clock strikes this time Umi has called Aisyah?,". Askaqua.

"Yes, brother, this is Umi did deliberately contact Aisyah's brother,". Umi said from the phone plane.

"Yeah Umi. What's up?,". I asked full of curiosity. I was worried and very worried. Not usually at six in the morning Umi already called me.

"Sister, this is loh. There are two mail amlops from Jakarta. This envelope came from the post office, sis,".

"Huh?!, two envelopes?. What is the date of Umi?. And who's the envelope for?,".

My heart is beating fast. Two envelopes?, from Jakarta?. Could it be that my former mother-in-law sent me another letter?. After the first letter I didn't respond?. Since my honesty with my husband, Fahmi. He decided that I should not come to Jakarta to see my ex-husband. Not that Fahmi was cruel, but basically my husband did not want me to be trapped and dragged again in a round of my very dark past. If it is true that the two letters are from my Mother-in-law. There must be something that wins very urgent and really difficult that is being experienced by Mother and my ex-husband. Athaghfirullah, I was confused.

"Yes, there are two envelopes sent home by the postman. The first envelope was sent on December 10 and December 15. Both were intended for Aisyah's brother. Umi immediately contacted Aisyah's sister,". Umi obviously to me.

I'm speechless. My heart is beating faster. There's what's really going on. Why did my ex-husband even send me three letters?. What are they going through?, why should I be the one to come and help them?. I thought about many things, and wondered what was really going on in Jakarta.

"Hello sister?, haloooo....?!. Brother Aisyah?!. How are you quiet, brother?". Umi's voice from the phone plane ripped my daydream.

"O-oh, yes Umi. Sorry Aisyah daydreamed,". Replied sekena.

"Sister?, since when did Aisyah have a doctor friend?. It says the sender is Dr. Layla. What is sick?, to see a doctor in Jakarta?,". Umi's tone was very anxious for me.

Umi knew Bunda mas Fatih not dr.Layla. But Umi knows the name of my former mother-in-law is from her last name. The long name of Bunda mas Fatih is dr. Layla Nur Dewi's. Umi knew her by the name of Mother Goddess. I was confused as to what to answer. I can't possibly say that the two letters that are now in Umi's hands are from my ex-husband's mother. I don't want Umi and Abi, so have a burden because of this problem. Enough is enough, Umi and Abi cry for his daughter who was once wasted and hurt his heart and physique. It's okay, I have to cover this up with Umi and Abi. As a child, I didn't want my parents to think about my personal problems. My parents had to stay happy without thinking about anything, let alone thinking about my problems again.

"O Allah, forgive Aisha. For this time Aisyah had to lie to Umi again. But this is for Umi's good. Forgive Aisyah Umi, Aisyah had to not tell this matter to Umi,". I said in my heart.

"No Umi, Ayesha is not sick Umi. Aisyah also never had a history of treatment to doctor Layla Umi. Princess Umi is fine, Alhamdulillah. Umi don't worry well. Aisha used to live in Jakarta. Aisyah knows one of the medical students who has now become Doctor Mi, maybe she misses so send a letter to Aisyah,". I had to make up a story for Umi.

"Alhamdulillah son, if brother Aisyah is fine. Umi was shocked and really worried. Afraid of Aisyah why-why, because until sent a letter from the doctor. Then, here's the envelope to be taken when?, brother?,".

"Umi, Aisyah ask for help. His letter was placed in a closet drawer, in Aisyah's room with Mi. Later if Aisyah can take there. Jazakillahkhoyr dear Umi,". My speech.

"Yes, later Umi put in the drawer of your room clothes yes brother. Fahmi boy where are you?, have you left for work?,".

"Oh, Fahmi's mas is bathing like his Mi. I'll be ready to go to work soon,".

"Alhamdulillah. You have cooked and prepared all the needs of your husband, right?,".

"Umi Alhamdulillah. Kan Aisyah wants to be a great wife like Umi. Hehe.nz...,".

Umi is indeed the great woman that God has ever presented in my life. Umi always serves Abi, taking care of all Abi needs from the small to the big things. Umi always cooks Abi's favorite dishes. I learned a lot about how to be a good wife, a devout one, and another good thing was from Umi. Umi always told me, to obey the husband in kindness, always provide the best service for the husband. And of course there are still a lot of Umi for his daughter. Umi taught me how to be a strong woman. Women who are full of patience, sincerity, and full of gratitude. Until now, I tried to run all the good things that Umi had shown me.

"Ah, you could be brother. You are well in Yogyakarta. Don't be rude to your husband. Umi and Abi always pray, that you and Fahmi always be happy in the household,".

"Dad dear Umi. Umi, Abi, and Aldi are also healthy there. If there's anything Aisyah told ya Mi,".

"Ready Ma'am boss. It will be delivered to Mas Fahmi,".

"Assynolt,". Umi ended the phone conversation with me.

"Waallaikumussalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh,". I replied to Umi's greeting, before finally the phone was completely cut off.

I took a long breath. And inhaling forcefully the air into my nasal cavity. It felt so stifling, getting word of the letter from my Mother-in-law again. If I can, it feels like the air around me wants to put it in my lungs. Really tight in the morning. I repeatedly inhaled the air and exhaled softly. My words don't stop beristighfar. Why does destiny keep asking me to be dragged and into the vortex of the past that I have been trying my hardest to forget and leave behind?. Can't I flap my wings, and go away from all the pain I've had in the past?. I want to be happy, I try not to remember my past. But why Allah?, the more Aisha tried to let go and mengikhlaskan, again the more destiny dragged Aisha reconnect with those who had been in Aisha's past?. Should Aisyah bring Aisha's future, to enter and be carried away in the past?.

"Belcome?,". Call my husband who has finished bathing and is very neat, even fragrant. Fahmi was ready to go to work.

"Yeah mas. Have you finished your shower?. Let's have breakfast first, mas,". I said as I approached Fahmi.

"Yes, baby, come on. I also can't wait to eat the breakfast that my wife made. It must be delicious and delicious,".

"Kaznawalloh. It hasn't been tested yet. Aisyah today try to make a new recipe. Hehehe. You see Aisyah's recipe on the internet,". I'm honest with Fahmi, if the dish I made today for him is the recipe I just tried.

"Whatever the model, surely the cuisine from your hands will be delicious. Hehe.nz...,".

I'm getting rice, and side dishes and vegetables into Fahmi's mas dish. Fahmi and I ate together. It felt lonely as well, the dining table with six chairs was only filled by two people. I reflexively stroked my stomach. May Allah place trust in my womb, my prayer in my heart. I glanced at Fahmi who was very greedy to eat it. I do not know, what the cuisine of the recipe that I just tried really good or mas Fahmi just want to make me happy. But I hope, I hope it's really good. I'm happy, seeing Fahmi. For some reason, the more the past looms over me. My love for Fahmi mas growing more and more flowering and bigger. True, that love can come with time. It is God who will cultivate the love between husband and wife, even though before between them there has been no seed of love that comes and is embedded in the hearts of both. I feel it myself. My heart flowered more and more when I was near my husband Fahmi. God grows the seeds of love in my heart through marriage, until more and more the love grows and then blossoms in my heart. MasyaAlloh, how beautiful it is to get married without dating. Everything feels so good.

"Mas?, slowly baby eat it. They can choke later,". I remember Fahmi, who ate so fast. Either because my cooking is delicious and he likes it so much, or vice versa. My food is not good so let's run out quickly.

"Hehehe. Your cooking is really good. I'm not lying, seriously deck. It's really delicious,".

"Don't do it, overdo it. Thank goodness I like it. So Aisyah didn't fail to try her new recipe,".

I haven't had time to tell Fahmi, Umi's language called me and told me about the two envelopes sent by my former mother-in-law again. Anyway, if I tell you now. Mas Fahmi will be the mind and not the focus of work. The wall clock also showed at seven in the morning. That means Fahmi has to leave for work immediately. My husband, I love to be brought food by me. He's like an adorable little boy. Work with a lunch box. And my avocado juice. Every time I look at Fahmi's face, my heart is so comfortable and so happy. I am thankful that God gave me a better man. Really lucky, a widow like me can get a man as good and sincere as Fahmi.

"Dik, I'm going to work first, baby. You're at home taking care of yourself. Be careful, dear. Kabarin if there's something. I paid for work first dik. Doain mas yes dear, let all things in this day be facilitated by Allah. Jazakillahkhoyr. Assalamualaikum,".

Mas Fahmi said goodbye to me, kissing my forehead and hugging me. That is what is always done every day before Fahmi mas leave for work. Fahmi always said, and always asked to be prayed for by me. It is simple, but it can be a reason to grow the happy seeds of love. I'm driving Fahmi, to the front door. I kissed my husband's hand.

"Waallaikumussalam's chat. Be careful Fahmi. Aisha always doain mas. Go home quickly, my mother,". I'm timid.

"Yeah baby,".

The white car used by my husband, slowly left the courtyard of the house. I went in and locked my door. I cleaned up the former meal. And sit back in the living room. As usual, I just sat down and read the book. Together near the Fahmi mas, can make me for a moment not think about two new letters from the Mother of my ex-husband. Thank God, I have a great man like Fahmi. He taught me so much that my love would grow for him. He was patient, waiting for me. Until I can truly be sincere and forget my past.

I don't want to know what else Mother wrote in those two letters. Two letters are now in my closet drawer at Umi's house. Remembering Mommy, sometimes there are still bitter memories, and very painful. No, it's really not that I can't forgive Mother. Long before Mother and Fatih mas came to my akad event with Fahmi mas. I have forgiven both. It is very human to think of something that is very painful. If fate wills me to be dragged into the past, it may be a test for me again. But this time, I have Fahmi. I will face both of them with my husband. I'm not alone.

I shifted my mind from the envelope issue to something else. I don't want to cry and be confused in situations like this. I was looking for a new recipe, I tried it and I gave it to my husband. Since marrying Fahmi, I felt how good it is to be a wife without the help of a housekeeper. Fahmi, often helps with homework. He never let his wife fuss alone. There must be something that makes me even more grateful for having Fahmi mas. I always pray, may my household with Fahmi always be given blessing and happiness. Protected from all manner of gidana and trials to come in the future.

I went to the room, and cleaned up the room that I had not been able to tidy up, because there was a phone call from home. In addition to reading existing books, sometimes while waiting for Fahmi mas to come home, I also really like to make flower arrangements. My flower collection in a small garden made by Fahmi mas more and more. Sometimes my husband comes home suddenly bringing a new kind of flower. He knows very well what I like. Not even infrequently, I suddenly saw a very beautiful and fragrant flower bucket lying on the mattress. That's right, even if it's humorous. Fahmi is also very romantic.

Unintentionally, I fell asleep in my room. I don't usually fall asleep at this hour. Maybe the mind that continues to work, the heart that continues to be erratic makes me feel more tired than usual. My eyes are really heavy. I finally slept so well.