Honeyed

Honey Ep.17 (SEASON 2)

My trip with my husband to the metropolitan city of Jakarta did not produce any results. I mean, my intention and my husband to be able to help my ex-husband and ex-Mother-in-law was not fulfilled. We lost track of them. Safar (travel) is very tiring. My husband Fahmi decided to go straight back to Yogyakarta today. He doesn't want to stay first. After all, the trip using the toll road, quite easy for us. Very grateful indeed, when the trip back to Yogyakarta. Jakarta traffic jams did not stop us. Solid indeed but not to the point of jam as at the beginning of departure. Mas Fahmi looks very tired, I have even offered him many times to look for lodging. To have his body rested. But again he refused gently. He asked to return to Yogyakarta on the same day. I don't know why Fahmi won't rest first. I could only shut up and follow his wish. Although honestly I'm not feeling well. Looks like I made a deal and agreed to find lodging. But now my husband suddenly asked to come home the same day.

"Mas?, if you're sleepy to say yes. Find a mosque for a short break,". I reminded my husband. I'm honestly, very worried. Just imagine, drive a car from Yogyakarta to Jakarta.

"Yes dik, later if you sleepy and not strong. Will find rest area for rest. Don't worry, baby,". I convinced Aisyah who looked very upset.

"Yasudah. Alhamdulillahot. Be careful, my husband brought his car. No need to rush,". I reminded Fahmi.

"Yes to Aisyah. If you want to sleep, just sleep first. No papa. I know you must be very tired and sleepy. I'm sorry, yeah,".

"Where can Aisyah sleep?. Aisyah is worried, mas absolutely do not want to rest first. Aisyah was worried and very thoughtful, my mother,".

"Break a rest, if it really is sleepy and not strong to drive again. Just calm down, baby,".

"Mas?, if I may Aisyah know. Why do you suddenly want to go back to Yogyakarta?. We had a deal to find a mas inn,".

"It's okay, brother. I just want to get home soon,".

"Mas is weird,". My speech's flat.

I didn't get any answers to my curiosity. Mas Fahmi just kept quiet and kept driving his car. I'm honestly very upset with him. My body is also very tired, just imagine. Hours on a long trip without a break. It feels so sore. I just sit and sleep a lot. But still the body feels all the pain. If only Fahmi mas want to stay overnight just to just melt tired.

"You just sleep, brother. You must be so tired, baby. Forgive me dad. Can't stay over. No papa, right?,". I asked Aisyah who looked unusual.

I see, Aisyah is very tired of her body, I honestly was the same. But how else?, my mother was telling me through a WhatsApp message. My father is in critical condition. My father had just been in an accident with an avanza when he was going to buy me a present. You really love your mother, whatever you want you always try while you can. I certainly can't tell Aisyah this news. Aisyah is the type of person who can not calm down and always think if something happens. I don't want to make him feel the pressure and burden of the mind, especially in his tired physical condition. Although right now, my heart and my mind are also being unstable after getting the news from Mom. But I need to stay calm and look strong in front of Aisyah. I'm driving a car with a life bet. Only the istighfar that I keep saying over and over again in my heart, of course I also pray for healing for the Father who is struggling to live. I believe that everything God has arranged and set. As in a hadith of Rasulullah shalallahu alaihi wassalam which means “Three times diijabahi (accepted) do’a which is undoubtedly: (1) do’a people who terzholimi, (2) do’a a traveler, namely, (3) do’a parents on his son.” (CHR. Ahmad 12/479. 7510, At Tirmidhi 4/314 no. 1905, Ibn Majah 2/1270 no. 3862. Shaykh Al Albani described this hadith).

"Dik, I'm sorry. If Aisha is sleepy. Sleep, baby,". I told my wife to go to sleep.

"Can't be mas. Aisyah can't sleep, Aisyah thought of Fahmi who hasn't slept,".

"Mas is sleeping, baby. Dimasjid si?, continue while waiting at the house of your ex-husband also we have sat and at the same time rest long enough,".

"Just focus on driving it. Aisyah is okay. Forgive Aisha well mas,". I chose to give in and try to understand Fahmi's position. Although I also do not know, what makes me have to understand him.

"When you don't want to sleep. Thanks, baby,".

"Yeah mas. Equally,". I smiled at my husband.

About four hours later my husband and I will arrive in beloved Yogyakarta. Feelings to immediately shower and sleep once they get home. My body really hurts all, the joints thrashing want to be rested immediately. The effect I rarely go home on long trips. Ah, I'm thinking about my ex-in-law's mother again. Where exactly did they move?, my husband and I even waited long enough to get a response, or to be able to meet with Mother. In the letter, Mother asked and begged me for help, but why was there not even in both houses first?. I also have not had time to read the two letters that Mother sent me again. The letters are still stored and inhabit the closet drawer in my room. Later, if my husband and I have time to play again to Umi and Abi's house I will read the letter along with Fahmi's mas. Right now, I can only wish them all the best, because the fact is that my husband and I went from Yogyakarta to Jakarta could not meet them. Never mind, perhaps God has arranged it to such an extent. There is nothing to do but to be grateful and grateful. This is my first time on a safar (long trip) with my husband Fahmi mas after we got married. Many ibroh (lessons) that I myself can take from this long journey with my husband. Because of this safar I can see and know the nature and character of the real Fahmi mas. Ibn Qudamah Al-Maqdisi said that “Whoever experiences distress and fatigue while he is still good morals, then when he does not repent he will be better. So it is said, if someone is praised by you when he does not speak and praised by his safarist friends, then do not doubt his kindness.” (Mukhtashar Minhajul Qashidin 1/39, Shamilah).

Four hours passed, a very exhausting journey passed. I fell asleep in the car. Mas Fahmi didn't build me, but my body felt the car stop until I woke up. I saw left and right. This is not my house and Fahmi's. This is the hospital. Who's sick?, why did Fahmi take me to the hospital?. What's up?. I just woke up very shocked and unconscious. This is really weird.

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

"Yes-yes, brother,". The voice of Fahmi raau.

"What's wrong?, why are we in the hospital?. Who is sick?. And, why is Fahmi crying?,". I panicked and asked a lot of questions, my tired body, my sleepiness that had disturbed me disappeared somewhere.

"Sir, hiks.hikss,". Fahmi's crying broke out.

"What's the matter, dear?, why mas?,". I held my husband's cheeks. I wiped her tears.

"Father brother, Father,". Voice faltered.

"Mr?, why?. What do you mean, Mas?,". I'm getting worried not because.

"Koma?!, comma how do you mean mas?!!. Why are you!!,". I'm getting out of control.

"Father finished the accident, dik, is currently in a coma,". Fahmi wiped his tears.

"Mas?, don't joke. Do you know where it is?,".

"No, Fahmi wasn't kidding. To be honest, Dik, when we were resting in the mosque. I got a WhatsApp message from my mom. Mom gave news to me. That you had an accident with an innova car, and are currently in a critical and coma,".

"Astaghfirullah!!, why is something like this not telling Aisha?!,".

"Sik, I don't want to make you have the burden of the mind. Especially in your physical condition that is tired and exhausted. Forgive me, and this is also the reason why I don't want to stay,".

"Where are you now?, whose mom is the same?,".

"Father inside, Mom inside too. Right now we can all just pray that there is a miracle from God, and you can get through his coma,".

"Look, we go down and meet with Mom. Mama must have been hit hard. Later Aisyah told Umi and Abi as well,".

"Yes, brother,".

It was painful to hear this bad news. I don't know what it's like to be Fahmi. He held his pain for a very long time, for the sake of looking calm before me. Really, I feel guilty because I was upset with him because I did not want to be invited to stay. I clasped Fahmi's hand tightly and entered the hospital. My heart was broken, hearing the news that my Father-in-law was struggling between life and death. Koma, a very scary word for anyone and any human being. Hearing even reading it alone has made goosebumps and terrible. How not?, a person in a coma is in two uncertain terms, between life and death. Who is the person?, who wants to hear one of his family, friends and relatives in a coma and unconscious?. I believe and am very sure, no one wants to, including me and Fahmi at this time. But as human beings, we can do nothing but accept His destiny and His terms.

"Mother?,". Call me to my mother-in-law. Mother's Eyes. I don't know how long you've been crying for Dad.

I immediately let go of my hand from Fahmi, and ran towards my mother-in-law. I hugged the body of a woman who had given birth to a man as great and as good as Fahmi. I know, there's a lot of fear in Mom's heart. The loss of someone he loved dearly, who had been for decades accompanying him in joy and sorrow. Who would want to?. My mother-in-law's cries broke, me, Fahmi and mother hugged each other and cried together. It feels very heavy. We strengthen each other. I wiped Mom's tears, Mother wiped Fahmi's water, and Fahmi's mas wiped my tears.

"Mother, forgive Fahmi. Fahmi and Aisyah can just come here,". I saw my husband sitting on the floor and leaning his head on his mother's lap.

"It's okay, son. Pray for you, so that you can get through the critical period,".

"Aamiin ma'am, we can only give up and give everything to God. I have to be strong, Mom. You have to believe, you will be able to fight the pain, and go through the comas,". I calmed my mother-in-law who was still sobbing.

"Thank you, my dear son-in-law. I am grateful to have Aisyah. Fatih's nitip mom yeah,".

"Aisyah is much more grateful to have a Mother and Father in the life of Aisyah Bu. Did you eat?,". I asked my mother-in-law, she looked pale.

"Not yet, son,". Mama replied, shaking her head slowly.

"Mom should eat well, Mom's face is pale. If Mom gets sick, then who will love the spirit and accompany the Father?. Ayok I ate first with Aisyah and Fahmi mas,". I tried to persuade my mother-in-law to fill her stomach with food. I'm worried, mom's face is so pale. I don't know when she didn't fill her stomach with food.

"Mom's taste and appetite are gone, son. I feel like I'm full even though I haven't eaten since noon,".

"Mom, but I have to eat. Or if you don't buy food, yeah,". Bararku again.

"Dad mom, we eat first. Right said Mother's daughter-in-law. You have to eat, you have to stay healthy, so that later if you are aware. I can accompany and encourage you for your father. How to try Mom?, if you realize you continue to see the state of the pale mother like this?, you must be thinking too,". This time my husband helped me to persuade his mother to eat.

"Okay son, I'll come with you, please,".

Fahmi and I helped Mom to get up and the three of us walked to the hospital cafeteria at the east end of the room. Along the way, my husband and I tried to strengthen the mother who was just daydreaming. As sad as Mother was, seeing the fact that half her life was in a coma. I know how Mom feels as a wife. Perhaps, I will also do the same with Mother when my husband is in a coma like father. Sad, confused, miserable, crying, fear of loss, hope and all sorts of crammed feelings fill hearts and minds. .

"O Allah, strengthen your heart if You want your Father to return to You,". My prayer in my heart.