Honeyed

Honey Ep.15 (SEASON 2)

Fahmi and I arrived in Jakarta at about eleven in the afternoon. We both decided to stop at one of the mosques. At least to let go of fatigue and rest for a while. Jakarta, it's the same as before. It's jammed everywhere, the heat's definitely on the roof. It feels just a dream and too excessive, when you want the city of Jakarta free and clean from the word traffic jam and congestion. In fact, the storm and flooding have become like a watchword icon for this metropolitan city. I remember the first time I set foot in Jakarta, I felt like everything I saw was really amazing. The crowd that never had solitude, twinkling street lights at night, congestion from morning to morning again, and of course the skyscrapers are so very high. I rarely see a small park. What is seen is always buildings, buildings, and buildings. Boring actually, but for me who was the first to Jakarta, saw many magnificent and luxurious buildings, towering became a rare sight at that time. But for now, it's clearly different. I'm tired of being stuck in traffic. The temperature level in Jakarta is also much doubled compared to in Solo or Yogyakarta. Jakarta is very hot, vehicle smoke sometimes makes shortness of breath and hurts the chest.

"Sir, after the prayer eat first yah?,". Fahmi asked me, 'Catian him. He seems to be very hungry. Must be very tired of traveling far from Yogjakarta to Jakarta.

"Mas hungry?, forgive Aisyah well. Aisyah even fall asleep while on the way,". Old habits never go away. Always and always never not, the name Aisyah will definitely sleep when in the car and on the way.

"It's okay, honey, I understand. Aisyah is also tired. It's only natural to fall asleep,".

"What do you want to eat?,". I asked my husband.

"What is yah?, nyari sop kaki kambing typical of Jakarta yuh dik. You want to not?. It seems hot like this, delicious if you eat fast and hot,".

"Wahhh. Aisyah also wants to. Obviously, dong. Aisha has never tried. Hehe.nz...,".

"Huh?!, seriously you've never tried Jakart goat's leg soup,". Fahmi was shocked and could not believe what I had just said.

"Dad, Ayesha has never tried. Iiih, why is it?. How does the response, so,".

"Yes dong, mas also have never tried dik. Haha.., uh...,".

"Yeeeee..., ngeselin, please,". I said to Fahmi.

My husband and I were sitting in a huge mosque. This mosque is really beautiful. The core is so comfortable and not hot. Mas Fahmi and I discussed even occasionally joking while waiting for the dzuhur prayer adhan to be sung.

"It's exhausting, too, huh mas?,".

"Hehehe. I want to sleep a little, though,".

"Yes well, I haven't even slept at all. Even Ayesha who sleeps continues to mas,".

"Later, after the dzuhur prayer. Before we eat yah dik. I'm gonna go to bed for a while. It's so sleepy in his eyes,".

"Yes can't papa mas. It's not too far from his house anyway. Oh yes, we have not even looked for lodging. Athaghfirullah,".

"Yes, too, brother. It is easy later if you have met the family of your former in-laws in. Just go home from there we'll find lodging,".

"Mas?, man?,". Call me Fahmi.

"Yes baby?,".

"Are Fahmi afraid of losing Aisyah?,". Many doubt.

"Should you answer me?. It feels like without even answering, you know the answer, dik,".

"Then?,". I can't wait for Fahmi's answer.

"It's so scared to lose you in Ayesha. You don't go far. Still belongs to the mas, and always beside the mas,".

"MasyaAlloh, bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Aisyah will always try to be next to Fahmi's mas,".

"Jazakillahkhoyr dear,".

Allah hukakbar.... Allah huakbar's....

The voice of Adzan dzuhur was finally heard in my ears. I give thanks, because it is still given health by God. Fahmi and I separated. Walk to the place of ablution each and perform dzuhur prayer congregation. The congregational prayer was over, as I sat on the front porch of the mosque, waiting for my husband to come out of the mosque. I looked at the traffic and the people who were going down and out of the mosque. Ah, it feels so much to miss the holy month of Ramadan.

"Sik?, long wait?,".

"Oh, engga mas. Done already?. He said he'd sleep a little?,".

"Yes, I want to sleep first. Darling, can you borrow his thighs?. I want to sleep,".

"Yeah mas. Just sleep,". I said with a smile.

"Thank you, wife,".

I saw Fahmi's mom sleeping on my lap. His nose was so sharp, his eyebrows were so thick. Her skin is clean and white. Like people who do facial treatments. I gently stroked her hair. My husband, what a wonderful man. The more I fell in love and loved her. Thanks to the persistence of Fahmi, I even began to forget a little about my past. Hopefully, with the arrival of me to meet Fatih mas and his Mother, can make it much easier to let go and remove everything about them. It seems my husband is really exhausted. He slept so very well. Breeze from the sidelines of the mosque carving is very soothing. I never get bored, looking at and stroking Fahmi's hair. It turns out that sure enough, make patience and sincerity exist. I feel for myself, Fahmi mas is the fruit of my patience and sincerity used to face my ex-husband fatih.

Thirty minutes passed, but Fahmi did not wake up. I couldn't bear to wake him up. My husband is really exhausted. To be honest, my thighs have been tingling due to holding Fahmi's head for too long. But I tried to hold on and keep letting Fahmi wake up on his own. Sure enough, not long ago Fahmi woke up from his position, and sat next to me. He was still half unconscious it seemed. Still confused as to where it is. It turns out that the effects of fatigue can make people forgetful.

"Dik?, mas sleep too long huh?,".

"It's okay, man. After all, Aisyah had also slept a lot during the trip earlier,".

"I'm sorry, yeah. You're so tired,".

"Ngga papa mas's. Aisyah Seneng can keep mas again sleeping,".

"Darling?, mas ngga ngorok right yah was his sleep?,".

"Well?, haha... Since when do you sleep snoring?,".

"Yes that's not it. As far as you know, people if they are tired later sleep becomes slumbering. That's why I asked you, Dik,".

"Not good?,".

"Yeeee. I am ashamed when I sound like someone. Athaghfirullah,".

"Yes-iya engga kok mas. Fahmi did not snore and did not drool,". I whinesan.

"Mas anti drooling-ngiler club. Except for the puff. Hehe, man,".

"Yes the same,". Answer thus.

"Yes-yes. Uh brother, we'll eat it later. Find some lodging,". Suddenly my husband changed his meal plan.

"Loh, why mas?. Isn't he very hungry?. Why was it postponed?. No papa ayok eat first mas,". I'm afraid dong, Mas Fahmi hasn't even eaten during the trip. At most just snacking on a few light snacks.

"Gga papa, let's finish our wishes quickly. Helping people should be done immediately,".

"But really not papa?. It's gonna hurt?,". I tried to convince again.

"Don't papa darling. Yaudah yuk, go straight to your ex-husband's mother's house, dik,".

The car parked in front of the mosque courtyard, finally slowly left this very magnificent and comfortable mosque. Mas Fahmi drove his car to immediately slide to my former mother-in-law's house. Along the way, I tried to Istighfar tirelessly and endlessly. I pray that my good intentions and that of my husband God be made easy. Of course, I also have to strengthen my heart and my feelings. In a moment, I will enter the gates of the past that I have tried not to remember, aka be forgotten. The storm must have passed, especially now that I was accompanied by my life partner. I'm strong because I'm with Fahmi. Honestly, until this moment I don't understand. What exactly did my husband Fahmi feel. All I saw was that he was very calm and completely ordinary. Rumbled to his heart because he endured pain and jealousy?, grieving his soul because today, the woman he loved so much will meet again with the man who used to be her husband?. Whatever it is, I believe Fahmi is strong and certainly very mature and good.

"Hey, how do you dream of my wife?,".

"Eh, no papa mas. Sorry,".

"What are you thinking, baby?, what's wrong?,". Ask Fahmi who seems very worried about me.

"No, Ayesha is okay. Hehe.., uh..,".

"Really?,".

"It's really a chatty Fahmi mas,". Candaku.

"Have you, if you're chatty what dong dik?,". I glanced at my husband, he smiled so beautifully. His happiness is very simple, even my taunting can make his genuine smile come out and blush adorn his handsome face. I am so thankful that I have Fahmi. He's a man who wants to accept me for who I am. Even he was so patient facing me that often changed his mood and feelings. Fahmi is not demanding much. He always follows the direction, and certainly does not get carried away by the flow.

"Aisha triple chatty mas. Satisfied yet?,". I said with a made-up tone as if I was sulking.

"Hahaha, masyaAlloh said. You are so adorable, baby. It's like having a child,".

"Aisha is still a child. The evidence is still adorable and very cute, right?. Watch out if you say engga,". Threatened me to Fahmi.

"Duh, get threatened. Confused to answer,".

"Iiiihhh Fahmi,". This time I really pouted and pinched Fahmi's stomach.

"Don't, don't do that. I'm driving this car again. Danger any. Hehe, man,". He said while continuing to laugh.

I shut up and looked back at the road beside my left. A lot of people who are not sure, what they are doing. They are like human robots, which automatically work on their own. I can only hope, hopefully they never fail to create it. Busyness is the thing that most keep man with his lover. Humans always say, forget, not have time, later and so forth. And when God has rebuked him with such a severe trial, then man will remember his creator. May I be given the strength to always learn to be better with the people I love. As bitter as any path. It will be passable.

"Where are these red lights?,". Ask Fahmi suddenly.

"Once this red light, I'll take it right. Keep following the road until you see the second red light. The housing is south of the second red light mas,".

"The distance from this red light to the second red light, is it far away?,".

"It doesn't seem like a mas. At least until fifteen minutes we walk, will look red again really,".

"Yes, you'll remind me again. Fear of forgetfulness and abblas. It'll be hard to turn it around again, brother,".

"Oh yes, yes. The path next to it also seemed to have started to jam once,".

"Well, that's why. You don't sleep yet. Hahaah, we'll be mbablas,".

"Iiiihh mas Fahmi, don't do it. Aisyah often sleeps in the car,".

"Hehe. Than dizziness, right?,".

"But the time of Aisha continued to be matedekin?,". Just pissed.

"Well?, hehehe. Yasudah sok now replace Aisyah who ledekin mas deh. And also mah,".

"Ledekin what try mas?, mas mah ga no one can be used as a plumbing material for Aisyah,".

"There's a deck. Seriously there is,".

"What is mas?,". I'm curious. Because in my eyes, Fahmi's mas is almost near perfect.

"Ganteng, ledekin aja mas ganteng, mas handsome, mas handsome so deck,".

"Iiiihhh mas mah. Kirain is real,".

"After that, we focus again on the streets, so as not to excess,". Fahmi's orders to me.

"Dad, yeah,". I said with a smile with my husband.

The weather is very hot. I'm pretty sure it must be really hot out there. The sun with its spirit stings the skin of man. Humans are even accustomed to sunburns that are even able to make skin scuffs. There are many tall buildings, also called Jakarta. Surely there will be many large and high-rise buildings. The building does not even provide the slightest place for trees that also want to grow to stand. Worth it, the circulation is so hot like this. Even the trees that exist can even be counted by the fingers.

"Mas, this is the second red light. Take the left later. Keep going straight to the main gate of his housing,". I reminded my husband not to be lazy.

"Oh yes, this is my take left,".

The car I had with my husband, now turned and entered into the main gate of luxurious and magnificent housing. I used to be very shocked and shocked to see many houses even like a palace in this house for the first time. I directed my husband to my former mother-in-law's house first. Not far from the main gate, Mother's house can even be said to be strategic. For those who are first entering this luxury housing, will not be confused when looking for Mother's house.

"Mas, this is the house of Mother Aisyah's ex-husband,".

"Oh, good brother,".

Mas Fahmi, deflecting and parking his car in front of Mother's house. I went down ahead of Fahmi. And knock on the door of Mother's house. Not long after, Fahmi caught up with me.

"Sorry who is it?,". Ask one of the house assistants. Maybe someone new. Thought.

"Excuse me, can you meet Dr. Layla?,".

"Sorry, there's no name here. Maybe it's the old residents. Now this house has been purchased by Mr. Hendroto,".

"Oh so, good mbak. Thank you very much,".

Fahmi and I looked at each other. Confused as to how. It turns out that Mommy has sold this house.

"Dik?, how?,". Fahmi is worried.

"Mas, there's still one more house. It used to be Aisyah's house with Aisyah's ex-husband. Who knows, Mother's with her son,". I said to Fahmi.

"Thank God, come on. We're heading straight to your home address first,".

"Yes, uh Fahmi,". I'm nervous. Doesn't your heart ache Fahmi?. Forgive Aisyah mas, can not keep the feeling of mas.

My husband and I went to Fatih's house. I hope they are still there and not moving house.