Honeyed

Honey Ep.14 (SEASON 2)

It was already the third day after I sent out a final letter. I even sent three letters to my former daughter-in-law Aisyah in Solo. Is that how much he has been to me and to my son?. I've resigned to Fatih's current condition. I've been following the treatment as I should. Back and forth to the hospital tirelessly. Never afraid to run out of money for my only son to get back to healing. The more days, his condition worsened. He who even once had a very improvement, even though it was in the diet and rest. Now he is on strike and does not want to eat at all. Even my son never sleeps. Even if you sleep only a few hours. In no more than two hours, the rest of him would be calling out the name of his ex-wife Aisyah. He was so looking forward to Aisha's presence before him. I've resigned, what else do I have?. I've sent letters to Aisyah many times. However, none of the letters received a response from him. Heading to Solo and meeting Aisyah to want to come to Jakarta is also impossible. Fatih I can't stay alone, she must always be in my sights. If not, I don't know what he's going to do. His body is now back skinny. The lower eyelids of his eyes are getting blackened and sunken. He was lacking rest and would not eat. Every time I asked her to eat together, she always refused and said, that she would eat if there was Aisyah coming in front of her. Even taking her medicines, she now did not want to anymore. He said, all these medicines could not make Aisyah come to see him. Confused is clear, I have to how else as a mother?, in addition to resigned to everything?. Tears also feel like they don't want to come out anymore. That's right, right now I'm just giving up and praying. So that there may be a miracle for my only son. All the power and effort I have maximized, I have fought as I should so that my son Fatih can recover and be healthy as ever. In this instant, I only believed in the adoption of a prayer for his son.

"My son?, how long will you not eat, son. You'll get sick if you keep refusing to eat!,".

"Mother, no matter how much Fatih eats this food. All of them could not bring Aisyah before Fatih. Fatih survives to meet the woman Fatih loves Bun. Why would Fatih survive, if someone Fatih loves isn't here with Fatih?!,".

"Son, can't you forget Ayesha!!, Mommy also needs you!!, you still have Mommy!, don't you love the woman who gave birth to you?!. Hicks.. hiks..,".

"Bun, Fatih loves Mommy. But Fatih could not forget Aisyah Bun. Mother why can't I bring Aisha to meet Fatih?!,".

"Son, forget Aisha. There are still many women out there who are as decent and as good as Aisha, or even better than Aisyah,".

I didn't think it out. Aisyah was just so cruel. Absolutely do not want to come or just reply to letters that I have been struggling to write and I sent for him. My ex-daughter-in-law doesn't even care a little about my condition and the condition of her ex-husband. But why?, my son still cannot forget Aisyah?!. This is so unfair. In the household, it is built by two people. It should be when the household itself is separated or destroyed there are two people who are injured. But why?, right now only my son is destroyed and injured?. I also want to see my son continue his life, O God. What else am I supposed to do?.

"Mother!!, no woman is as good as Aisyah Bun. There is nothing better than Fatih's wife. Fatih will still love Aisyah until whenever Mother!!. Until whenever!!,".

"Bruaaack.....!!,". The rumbling sounds of the tables and dishes sounded great. My son doesn't seem to like me saying that many other women are better than his ex-wife. He got up, and kicked the dining table so hard, that the plates and bowls clashed together to make a very deafening sound. Fatih just left me alone. And I could only endure the crying while looking at the body of my son who entered his room.

"Train!!, wake up boy!. Aisha is no longer your wife. Hicks.. hiks... hiks..,".

I fell on the floor. My heart is completely broken. In her love my son for you Aisyah. But you don't even care about our condition here. Even though you are already a stranger, at least come and help us. Why are you silent without replying to a message from Mother?. If only you felt what we feel now. Maybe you will know, how broken the heart of a mother, seeing her son exposed to psychic disorders because of the loss of someone who had been in the heart and life.

Fatih my son, I know him very well. He never even told me a single girl's name when I was in college or school. I who used to ask often, was close to who he was?, or was there a woman who was judged by him?. And again my son just smiled and shook his head. Fatih always said that when he was ready, he would choose one woman and he would love her for the rest of his life. I understand, my son is a good man. He doesn't like to mess around with feelings. He is the type of person who is very loyal, and once in love. His love is so deep and so sincere. But if this is how I should be?. What else do I have to do?, or do I have to do to get my only son back to healing?.

"Dok Hallo,".

"Oh yeah, Hello doctor Layla,".

"So, what's busy right now?,".

"No, what's the matter doctor Layla?. How's your child's psychic development doc?,".

I no longer have a routine treatment. Because Fatih has gone on strike, and I no longer want to come to the hospital. Even he threw away all the medicines he should have been taking.

"No doc change, my son's getting harder to talk to. He did not even want to eat and sleep very irregularly. I'm confused how else Dr. Heru,".

"Please see doctor Layla. This is a test for you. Keep your heart strong, Doc. And never give up on my only son's recovery,".

"Thank you doc. Doctor Heru?, should I bring my son and let himself be quarantined in RSJ (Ministry Hospital)?,".

I'm really dead-end. I've resigned. There is nothing I can do but surrender to the destiny that now exists and is present in my life. If I had to lose Fatih, my only son. Let it be, I have now begun to learn to sincerely accept all the provisions that exist. Like flesh without bones, this is how I am. I lost a supporter in everything. Losing those closest to you is not easy. There are many disappointed and lost that I try to swallow alone. Had Fatih not been like this condition, maybe now I have shared my taste and even cried together with her. In fact, I have to endure everything myself. Alone.

"Dok?!!, are you sure?. Will you put your only son in a mental institution?. You're not kidding me, are you Doc?!,".

My tears are dripping. Heard all the questions of Doctor Heru to me. What do I have to answer?, the logic is, which mother wants her child to enter a mental institution?. Moreover, it was the only child?. I swear, surely no one wants to put his child in a prison full of grief and soul.

"Halloooo!!!, dock?!!. Doctor Layla?!,".

"O-oh yes doc. Sorry I'm daydreaming,".

"Then how?,". Are you sure you're gonna take Fatih your only son into a mental institution?,".

"I'm sure doc. I've been honest with whatever's going on right now. All means, power and efforts have been fully maximized for the recovery of my son. But in fact no one has succeeded, Doc,".

"Aftentimes. Looks like there's still one way you haven't tried doctor Layla?,".

"Your mother, calling and meeting my son's ex-wife?. I didn't even expect that anymore Doc. I've sent three letters to Aisyah my ex-daughter-in-law. But until this moment I called you, not a single letter was given a response by my former daughter-in-law. I don't want to expect that anymore doc. Although that way I haven't tried yet, but at least I've tried my best doctor Heru,".

"Hmmmm.., okay, doc. It's up to your decision doctor Layla. If indeed you have been sincere to release and away from your son. Now it can be processed and register so that your son is immediately included in the mental hospital,".

"I'm sincere doc, I'm sure. Let me, I've been trying hard. So, today I can also directly contact the hospital, right doc?,".

"Already, can doctor Layla. And your son could soon be taken to a mental hospital today as well. If your son cannot be taken by yourself to his hospital, just call his hospital, to pick up your son at home,".

"Together doctor Layla. Keep up the spirit of doc. May there be happiness behind everything. Doctor Layla's health,".

"Yes, Doctor Heru, you too. Assalamualaikum,".

"Grandallikumussalam,". Answer Dr. Heru from across the phone.

At least, if my son is in a mental institution. I no longer continued to cry, even I had a chance to check into one of the doctor acquaintances as well. Ophthalmologist. From the results of his examination, the lens of my eye was slightly disturbed. That may be the effect of crying too often. I need to be strong, I need to be healthy. So that I can continue to see and meet my son even though I and Fatih will be different places. Anyway, a mental hospital. There will always be hospital staff watching him. So that I can relax and rest. All this time, I couldn't even sleep well. How can I sleep well, if I hear my son crying very loudly, a minute later he laughed out loud, or even not long he would scream calling Aisha's name. And the incident that Fatih wanted to hang himself, until now I was still traumatized. At home there is nothing I can ask for help just to take turns to look after and watch over my son. My health is also declining day by day.

"Hallo, meet me doctor Layla. Previously what is this true from the administration of Bintang Mulya Sentosa Mental Hospital Jakarta?,".

"Hallo, yes, doc. This is with me Lulu who is currently on duty in the administration section of Bintang Mulya Mental Hospital Jakarta. Can I help you, Doc?,".

"Look, I want to register one patient to enter this hospital. This is in the name of Muhammad Fatih, my own son. Can it?,".

"Oh well doc, I briefly check the archive data first well doc,".

"Yes, mbak,".

There was not a minute, but the administration immediately continued its conversation with me.

"Oh this with doctor Layla friend of doctor Heru well?. It just so happened before doctor Layla called us. Doctor Heru has already contacted us. And for the registration of the doctor's son we have to take care of the doc,".

"Oh Thank goodness. So my son can get into the hospital today too, right?,".

"Can be a doctor,".

"For its cost how mbak?,".

"For costs and so forth we will detail after the patient has entered the hospital ya doc,".

"Oh so, all right. Thank you so much mbak,".

"After the doc, this patient will be delivered by the family, or we'll take him to the dock?,".

"Oh yes forgot, maybe later picked up by the hospital staff doc. Because I can't deliver it myself,".

"Good doctor Layla. Today too, the officer of Bintang Mulya Hospital Jakarta, will come to your home address,".

"What time is the process?,".

"Usually around one o'clock in the afternoon, the new hospital attendant will slide to the address of his patient's dock,".

"Okay ma'am, thank you very much. I'm looking forward to the team coming to my house,".

"Together doctor,".

"Tuuuttt ... tutt,". The phone connection with the hospital was cut off.

I headed to my son's room. I'll pack clothes and things that will be taken to the hospital. I went into the room, and I saw the circumstances that showed. My very handsome son was standing facing the window of his room while hugging the robe of his ex-wife Aisyah. Her lips were unceasingly calling out the name Aisha.

"Dik Ayesha, Fatih kangen. Look, you can just hug your clothes now, baby?. Where the hell are you really?. You're going with Azizah huh?. How long, brother?. Come home on, then make your favorite fruit salad. Fatih is very longing,".

That's what my son Fatih said while tightly hugging Aisyah's robe. Even he was completely oblivious to my arrival, Fatih also ignored his Mother who was busy packing her clothes.

"Mother, please it's Fatih's wife's shirt put in the bag too well. Will kasian later Aisyah no change of clothes,". He said to me suddenly. After saying it all, he returned with his world.

I wiped my tears, and continued to climb on Fatih's belongings. I didn't heed his orders. Why bring clothes Aisyah. After everything was done, I then took ablution and performed the dzuhur prayer. I left Fatih in her room, and brought her two bags. While waiting for the hospital attendant to come pick up Fatih. I felt like crying all over to let go of the son I loved so much. I poured out all my larvae on Him.

"Tookk..... Tokks.... Heck.., uh....,". The sound of the door being knocked was clearly heard by me. I glanced at the wall clock almost two in the afternoon. I hurried off my face and rushed forward.

"It looks like the hospital attendant has arrived,". I said as I walked to the front door.