Honeyed

Honey Ep.16 (SEASON 2)

The car I used with my husband was walking down the asphalt again. I went straight to my ex-husband's house. This is the last hope for me and Fahmi. If it turns out that they also moved house, there is nothing I can do anymore, other than go home and return to Yogyakarta. The road to Fatih's house was very jammed. Even more jammed when heading to the Mother's house. The more daylight, the hot the sun is getting smoldering. It was so hot when I was in an AC car. All the way to my ex-husband's house, between me and Fahmi was just quiet. No talks like before. I don't know, it feels so stiff. Maybe Fahmi wants to focus on driving his car.

"Mas?, man?,". Call me, I can't stand being quiet without this kind of conversation with her.

"Yes, brother?,".

"Why just shut up?, what's wrong?,". I finally asked what was troubling my heart.

"Oh, no. I was just thinking about something. But it's not a problem. Just relax,".

"Really?,". I was back to convincing.

"Yes dear. Still far away isn't Fatih's house?,".

"A little while more. Later Aisyah will know, if it is close well,".

"Oh, okay brother,".

"Hungry is it?, so just shut up?,".

"Hungry, but easy later on. What matters is that we got home from Fatih first,".

"Hmmm.., yasudah. This will soon find a circular road, well mas ngikutin but later straight to the north,".

"Oh okay boss,". Said Fahmi, smiling at me.

We continue our journey. Fortunately, after passing the ring road, the road is not too jammed. So my husband and I didn't get stuck too long. It is inconceivable if the streets continue to be densely creeping I don't know until what time my husband and I Fahmi mas will reach the house of my ex-husband Fatih. Dad dig dug, my heart was beating so fast, the closer the car I was riding with the house I had been living in for two more years. At that time, I ran away from the house that was originally filled with happiness, then changed with full, disappointed, wounds, and blood. Today, I will set foot in that house again. I'm sure my brain will automatically re-record what happened inside that house. I want to feel, I run away and return to my future home with Fahmi mas in Yogyakarta. I was sweating, my feelings getting worse. Sometimes I glanced at Fahmi. He stayed calm as always, I should have asked my husband how to master himself in difficult times like now. How to stay calm even in tight conditions. I saw it so calm, it didn't look riled up and like it was no burden. What's the secret?, what's inside her brain?.

"Sir, are we still straight?,". Fahmi's voice breaks my daydream.

"Oh, yes it is still mas. That's in front of the house arrow. Fahmi take right. The house is not far from the main gate,".

"Oh, good brother. You why?. Look riled up?,".

My husband seemed to be watching me earlier. He even saw my strange movements. It's true what you just said. Your wife is very upset right now. His heart thrashed not to come because of the bitterness of the past created in the house. But his humanity side said otherwise, and forced me to keep coming and helping them. I'm the type of person who when I'm not calm will definitely be seen, whether it's from a trembling body, or cold sweat from both palms of my hands.

"I-i-iya. Aisyah was upset and not feeling good. Suddenly Aisyah refused to set foot in the house. Trauma, to be honest,".

"Istighfar alone is much dear. We have intentions, and have come all the way from Jogja to come to Jakarta to help them. Come on, straighten out the intentions, baby,".

"Astaghfirullah, yes. Aisyah must return to our original intention. Our intentions are good to help our brothers and sisters. Azaghfirullah, Aisha must be strong you Shah. Don't lose to the shadows of the past,".

"Well, MasyaAlloh Tabarakallah, this is just Fahmi's handsome wife,".

I saw Fahmi laughing very crisply when he called himself handsome. What is code, if he wants to be said handsome by his wife. I have never before said directly to Fahmi that he is handsome and handsome.

"Hehehe. Yes Aisyah's husband is handsome and very handsome. MasyaAlloh, "belchino,". I said sincerely.

I was shocked, Fahmi's left hand was placed on my forehead. What are the two doing exactly?. Very quaint. Being said to be handsome even stiffened my forehead. Not to say handsome, talking yourself handsome continues. Men are weird.

"It's hot, yeah,".

"What is the mas?, how did I hold Aisyah's forehead?, and what else just now. Not hot what?. Yes yes, Ayesha is not hot. Ayesha healthy gini,". Saying pout.

"Hahahaha. You know what?,". Ask Fahmi with a very unusual face.

"Know what mas?,".

"Mas is very happy to be said to be handsome as his own wife. MasyaAlloh, it feels like even I want to cry. You are the first time to be honest and admit that your husband is handsome. Hehe.nz...,".

My husband was still grinning after I admitted that he did have a handsome and handsome face. He was very happy, because this is the first time I as his wife dared to be honest as it is. Fahmi's happiness is very simple. MasyaAlloh, he doesn't even demand this much of it on me. Mas Fahmi is the one who always tries, how can I continue to be happy by his side. Especially after I opened up and was honest about my life in the past. Mas Fahmi was getting full effort, so that the wounds and pain that had existed in my past was not done in my future with him now. It was amazing indeed, his attempt to conquer my heart. The true promise of Allah in one of His verses, which means "Because after the trouble there is ease.” (QS. Nature: 5). I have proved it myself, after my difficult times with Fatih mas, then God gave ease and brought me to a great man, namely Fahmi.

"Sik, we've entered the front gate of his housing. Which house is it?,". Mas Fahmi asked me on the sidelines of his confusion.

"That's mas, whose paint is white and cream,". I raised my hand, and pointed to the house.

"Oh yes-yes, brother,".

The car we used went into the courtyard of the house. I can only say basmalah and Istighfar in my heart. It's been a long time since I've set foot in this house again, since I escaped to us Cirebon, Azizah's house. Fahmi got down and opened my car door. I was reluctant to go down, I was so afraid to remember everything in this house, the man I once loved so much ignored me, even beating my physique to the point of dying. It feels so bad that Aisyah used to be. His love is divided, his physique is hurt. Really painful. I was still sitting in my car seat, wiping my tears and looking at my husband. Mas Fahmi clasped my hand tightly while nodding his head as if to convince me that everything would be fine. Even my husband wiped my tears. I tried to smile, my hands clasped Fahmi's hands very firmly. I'm sure I can get through this. Aisha's spirit, just one day. Not more.

Fahmi and I walked towards the front door. We both hit the bell and knocked on the door many times. Greetings that alternated me and Fahmi did not get any answers. Have they also sold this house?, then where is the new house?. Why so quiet. There's no one. Mas Fahmi glanced at me, and I could only shake my head slowly. I myself am confused as to how. But I saw my ex-husband's car parked in the garage next to the house. But I'm not one hundred percent sure that it's Fatih's car. After all, in a metropolitan city like Jakarta, a lot of people have luxury cars. Because it is average to them, buying such a luxury car is as easy as buying fried beans.

"Dik dear?, the house is very quiet. Don't you have their number?,". Ask Fahmi worried and confused.

"No mas,". I shake my head again.

"Have they moved out of this house too?. No one has answered my greetings from now on. Totally uninhabited. Bell had no response, either,".

"Aisha also does not know. Aisha had the same thoughts. That they've also sold this house, and moved to another house. But where?, we should ask kesamapa?. Elite people like this are rarely at home. They tend to be very busy, and communicate less with their left-hand side neighbors,".

"Look, now it's half-three. If until the ashar adhan also no response whatsoever, we just go home well dik?,". Fahmi provides solutions as well as decisions.

"Alright mas, Aisyah goes with the advice and decisions of mas only. We wait until Adzan ashar. If indeed there is still no answer we have returned to Yogyakarta, mas,". Pause.

"Yes dear, the important thing is that God has seen and knows. How are our intentions, and how are we trying to help your ex-in-law and your ex-husband, Mother-in-law,". Mas Fahmi calmed myself who was still daydreaming.

I sat in front of the house with Fahmi. I leaned on my husband's shoulder. Fahmi hugged me tightly. He understands my position. Waiting thirty minutes is not easy for me. Especially in a state where there is no such certainty. I kept looking at the courtyard of this magnificent house. The house I used to live in and I live in. This house is a silent witness, how an Aisyah used to fight and finally had to lose with the existing circumstances. If this house could move and talk, maybe right now she would also cry and hug me tightly.

Ah, I miss Three Bi so much. They are the parents I loved so much in Jakarta. The good men whom God sent on the sidelines of the storm and the trials which struck my life. I don't know where they are now. Bi Ijah?, Bi Dar?, and Bi Inah?. Aisyah comes again Bi in this house, if you see. Now Aisyah already has a very good man. Aisyah already has Fahmi mas, to replace and treat the wounds that Fatih gave. Aisha misses Bi. May you all always be in the protection of Allah.

"Hikkks.. hiks,". My crying is unbearable. My cry broke out in silence waiting.

"Darling?, Aisyah remembered yah dik. That Ayesha was not strong enough to wait. Let's go home now. I can't bear to see you crying like this, brother,".

"No papa mas. Aisyah only remembered and missed them very much,". My answer is on my sobs..

"They?, who are they?,". Fahmi was curious about the words they had just said.

"Three Bi mas's. They were Aisyah's domestic assistants when they lived in this house. To Aisha they were like Aisha's own parents. They were very good with Aisyah mas. Aisha misses them,". I was obviously on Fahmi.

"His name is Three Bi?,". Mas Fahmi was confused by the term I created myself to abbreviate the three of them.

"No mas, Three Bi is the name that Aisyah made for them. Because they are made up of three people. Bi Ijah, Bi Dar and Bi Inah. Now Aisha lost them very much mas,". I wiped my tears.

"Just pray, baby. May they always be given health, happiness, and blessings from God. Aamin, man,".

"Aamiin O Allah, O Lord,".

Mas Fahmi wiped my tears and then tightly grasped my hand. My veil is wet with my tears. Just let. I also brought a change.

"God hu Akbar Allah hu Akbar.....!!,".

Ah, not felt. Ashar's adhan has been proclaimed. Until now, no one has come out or at least responded to us. Fahmi and I knocked on the door, pushed the bell button, and said hello many times as we waited in front of the house. Maybe this house has been sold, and Mother and Fatih my ex-husband have moved to another residence.

"Sir, it's adzan ashar. There's no response yet. Let's just go home, okay?, or do you want to wait again?,".

"No, we go home. Looks like Mother and ex-husband Aisyah has moved house mas. Come on in the car, man,".

I stood up and took Fahmi to the car. I looked back and saw this house. And then walk into the car. Our car left my yard first. I don't know where my mom and ex-husband moved house. My body and Fahmi mas also felt very weak. I haven't eaten and rested.