Honeyed

Honey Ep.18 (SEASON 2)

Like room. Standing strong and dashing, yet uninhabited. Empty springing and quiet gripping. This is the condition of my heart and those who love my Father-in-law. It's been nine days, my father-in-law has not been aware of his coma. The ICU has become our second home. The gripping atmosphere becomes a very delicious spice in this room. How not, it is not only Mr. Fahmi who is struggling to determine his fate between life and death. But the other people are the same. Although with a different case, the point is not to have an accident like my father-in-law. Sometimes, the cries of the patient's family are often heard. When his loved ones choose to surrender and return to his Lord. The roars, screams, and emotions made my heart grow shrivelled. Really slicing hearts. It's deadly to lose someone so loved. For good, no one wants to lose someone they love forever. Including myself. My mouth never dries without a prayer for my Father-in-law who is struggling alone, as well as a prayer for the people I love. Man can only do what he can, the rest is given to God. Sometimes, when I get a schedule to look after my father-in-law, my tears often drip. Until the veil I use is often wet. It is true that man must much remember the pleasure-breaker that is death. Seeing the father lying motionless made me feel miserable. It's nothing, I'm a fisherman. For I myself do not know when, why, and where God will invite me to come home to Him. What is even more terrible than death itself is the grievous torment of the day of judgment. There are so many sins and mistakes I have committed. Death comes without waiting for repentance. Can't imagine how my fate will be?. Distighfar as much as possible, dhikr as often as possible is the thing I continue to do while looking after my Father-in-law. This room is clean, but it's gripping. Because really should not be too loud or do things that are not in accordance with the rules and procedures.

My mother-in-law's condition is also still up and down yet completely stable. Sometimes you cry, sometimes you can try to accept the reality. It is not easy indeed, to accept such a bitter reality. It takes time and it is not a little. No matter how human, there is still sadness and tears. Today is exactly January 2016, I get the task to keep my husband in the ICU room. My husband Fahmi just got home from the hospital after last night waiting and looking after my father. I told Fahmi to take Mom home with him. Mas Fahmi and I went home to Mom and Dad, not to my house with Fahmi. Our house was left empty and empty. For now, I'm also sleeping at Mom's house. Accompanying Mother at home alternating with Fahmi mas. My husband must be very tired, how not?, morning he works at his night office he's in the hospital to look after you. Like there is no time for rest.

"Excuse me mbak, I want to give medicine to his father first well,". Suddenly a female nurse came and injected some of the medicine through the infusion tube.

"Oh yes please,". Answer her.

"It's over, ma'am. There were two types of drugs given to Mr. yah mbak,". The nurse was obviously with me.

"Suster?, how's my father-in-law doing?,". I'm anxious.

"For the moment it's still like this. Pray a lot. So that you can get through the coma,".

"The percentage to get through the period of comas how much mbak?,". Ask again.

"If that's the right and authority of the doctor. My nurse could not give me any information about it. Please ask later when there is a doctor visit later in the afternoon. Any more questions, ma'am?,".

"Oh, good mbak. There is no mbak. Thank you so much mbak,". I said to the nurse who just gave the medicine to you.

"Well, if you don't have any more questions, I'll excuse you, good morning, good morning,".

"Yes please, mbak mam, mbak, too,". My answer.

I kept looking at my father-in-law's face. He was very handsome, and his son was also very handsome. I continued to look tirelessly at the Father, many times I looked at the screen that showed the vital condition of the Father's body. Honestly, I was traumatized for nine days keeping here every morning until the afternoon. Because my ears don't often hear this thing sound tuuuutttt very long. If not mistaken it is the sound of this screen that indicates the patient is no longer helped by his life. Many times I can only say innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun. ICU is the first time I entered a clean room but gripped this. Previously at most only in the ordinary opening room.

A few seconds will be done my marriage contract with his son, Father had told me. That you really want to hold a funny grandson. You also pray for me with Fahmi mas, so that soon entrusted a child in the near future. At that time I could only smile and accept the prayers of my father. Actually my husband is the eldest of two brothers. Her sister is a girl named Fatimah. When my wedding ceremony was not present Fatimah, even I had never met directly with my sister-in-law. Fatimah is currently running her lectures abroad, precisely in the sakura country of Japan. Being tied to a scholarship, she couldn't even take a day off like her other friends who went to college at her own expense. He must follow the agreed rules. One of them should not go home, until really get a written holiday from the university in Japan. It was a haru atmosphere when my husband called his younger brother through the video call feature. Obviously I've had several video calls with Fatimah. Mas Fahmi gave news, that the Father was in a state of unconsciousness after having an accident with an Avanza car on Sultan Agung road. Fatimah was crying there. How not?, even in this condition, he could not go home and accompany the great man who had until now been his first love. Who is the one who did not cry?, when he saw this incident?. Mother, my husband Fahmi, and his sister Fatimah who are far away in the land of people crying together in front of a screen?. I can't even hold back my tears.

"Kak Aisyah, Fatimah nitip Ibu, Mas Fahmi, and Mr. yah Kak. They are currently far apart with their biological daughter. Fatimah asked Aisha to be the daughter of Father and Mother in Fatimah's place,". It was more or less the message of my sister-in-law who was far away there to me at that time.

Even without Fatimah asking, I would still be the daughter of her parents. Because after the agreement, it will add children of course, even though they are not born from the same womb. Because marriage not only unites two hearts that love each other, but also unites two families that must love each other without exception.

Not noticeably, the hand of my watch shows twelve o'clock in ten minutes. It seems to have passed the Adhan Dzuhur. I better pray first so that my heart is calm and of course pray for your health. I am also hungry, later after praying only all the chastisement to fill my rumbling stomach.

"Father, Aisyah said prayers and ate for a while sir. The strong father. Later Aisyah Temenin Mr. again,". I said while looking closely at the face of my Father-in-law who was still lying motionless.

I'm headed to the nurse and the doctor, here in and out of the must with a nurse, and the doctor on guard. Can't be careless.

"Excuse me sister, I am the family of Mr. Ridwan, who is waiting for this day. I want to pray first and eat for a while. This is my waiting card,". The waiting card I showed the health workers who were there.

"Oh yes, please mbak,". His answers.

"Thank you Sister. I'm nitip Dad well sus,".

"Yes, mbak,".

I walked out, and took off the guard's special sterile shirt. The ICU must be sterile. Including for patient waiters who are also provided with slippers and special clothes. And only used when entering the ICU room. I saw the hospital, it was very crowded this afternoon. There are new ones entering the room, there are new ones finishing operations and so forth. I walked towards the hospital mosque not too far away. I fulfill my duty as a servant. Four times I did. I have my stomach. It was so twisted, so hungry. I rushed to the canteen to treat my increasingly uncontrollable rumbling.

"Mbak, order meatballs with meat patties well. The spicy ones, mbak,". I ordered one serving of a meatball bowl. It tastes so good, it's hot like eating meatballs with spicy sambal. At least the frown of the head because it is too long to hold the hunger can be slightly eased.

Lunch time, just right. The hospital canteen is very crowded. Even if someone has to wait a long time. Thankfully, I came at the right time. There is an empty table and a place. So I didn't wait too long. I don't want to leave you alone for too long

"Derrr....derrtt,". My phone shook on the sidelines as I waited for food. I don't know who called me. After I took my phone out of my little bag. Fahmi's mother called me. What's up?.

"Ha-hello Mother?. Assalamualaikum?,". My sapaku precedes the conversation.

"Hallo my son, son where are you?, how are you doing, son?,". Mom's tone of voice was very anxious.

"Aisyah was in the cafeteria, she had finished praying too. Aisyah was hungry, so Aisyah went to the cafeteria. Last time Aisyah saw, you were still stable, ma'am,". I answered Mom's fret.

"Oh, thank goodness, son,". Answer mom briefly.

"Mom why?, mom is fine, right?. Hasn't Fahmi come home yet, Mom?,".

"Mom's fine, son. Fahmi hasn't come home yet. You told me about this, there was a sudden meeting in his office,".

"Oh yasudah. Don't forget to eat. Enough rest, ma'am,".

"Sweep mother. Assalamualaikum,".

"Waallaikumussalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh,".

I don't seem to want to be honest about what's bothering her heart and mind. I understand there's something bad that I'm dealing with. It can be seen from the tone of mother's speech on the phone. They look nervous, nervous, and nervous. Hopefully, Fahmi will come home soon, the meeting is not too long. I'm worried about Mom being alone.

"Mom, here's the order. Sorry for waiting so long,". Suddenly a canteen maid came up to me and brought me a meatball order.

"Oh, yes it's okay. Thanks,". Saying to him. Very understanding if the service so very long. The queue is also quite a lot, the ingredients are impatient to choose to go and do not know what to eat.

My appetite was gone, after receiving Mom's call. Still thinking about the situation of the mother at home alone. I just ate some meatballs. The rest I don't eat. I then paid at the cashier and then walked away from the increasingly crowded and crowded cafeteria. Meatballs, food a million people. Not rich is not poor, almost everything is loved with this one food. Naturally, this meatball stall is always crowded and crowded. Even sometimes reject visitors who come because they run out or are overwhelmed in serving.

I'm back in the ICU where you were treated. As usual I wore special clothes and sandals provided by the hospital. I walked to the information place. I have to report my arrival to the health workers. But the fact is there's no one here. Where should I report?. I saw the doctor rush to the room you were treated for. My heart was broken instantly. What's wrong with you?, why are so many nurses and doctors running to your room. I immediately ran and rushed to the doctors and nurses who were handling Mr.

"Please, sorry for the patient waiter in please come out first well. Waiting outside mbak. Because we're working on a patient,". Said one of the nurses as soon as I ran towards them.

"Suster, what's going on?, what's wrong with my father?,". I'm worried, I'm nervous, I'm scared.

"Bak help prayer. We're working on it. Good luck. The patient's condition suddenly dropped until there was no heartbeat. This we're doing CPR (Cardiopulmonary resuscitation),".

I backed off and sat down on the floor. I'm no longer sorry. My father-in-law is currently in his worst condition after nine days in a coma. What should I do, should I tell Fahmi?, but he's in a meeting. Contacting Mom is more unlikely. I cry alone. My mouth never stops praying for your recovery. O Allah sir, Aisha was just saying goodbye to prayer and eating. Why are you down this way.

"Mr, please sit here. Don't be on the floor,". Suddenly one of the female nurses gave me a seat.

"Thank you sister,". Answer me in a loud voice. I got up and sat down in the chair that was given to me. My tears are not crying. It feels scary, God. Thirty minutes have passed, not a single medical team has come out of your room. What the hell is going on?. Thirty minutes, an hour passed. One of the doctors came out of the room, followed by another health worker. Father how?, are you stable again?.

"Family father Ridwan?!". I heard one of the nurses calling me to my room. I got up and rushed to my father's room.

I don't know how else to say or say what I feel right now. I saw the body that I had been with for nine days, suddenly stiffened and wrapped in a white cloth. His face was very pale. It's like a dream, really. I can't believe you chose to give up from his coma. Why so soon?.

"Suster?,". My voice is raucous.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We are with the medical team to do everything you can. But your father's life cannot be helped. Please take care of his administration immediately. Excuse me first,".

I walked slowly, approaching the body of the Father. I saw his face very pale. His body was stiff, I gently rubbed the tip of his head. My crying is unbearable. I'm really in the saddest position.

"Sir?, why did you choose to give up?. He said you want to carry a grandchild?. You said, later want to mess with Aisyah's child and Fahmi mas?. Why did you leave Mom, Aisyah, Fatimah, and Mas Fahmi?. Why not fight sir?. You also said, later the streets with the Aisyah family if Fatimah had returned to Indonesia. Can't wait for your granddaughter?. Hicks... hyks...,". I cried sitting next to my father-in-law's body.

"Ha-hello mas, where are you?,". I am so happy to give my husband the sad news.

"Why you, brother?, what's the matter, honey?. Why are you crying until what's wrong?. I just finished my meeting, brother,".

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi..,". My voice was raucous, my body was shaking violently.

"What's up, brother?,". Fahmi panicked.

"Mas, Father no longer exists. You chose to give up. Father has returned to God. Hiks.. hikkks,". Cry broke.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, Father!!. When are you not there!!, why!!. Do you know!!,". Mas Fahmi cried, his voice filled with despair.

"Barusan mas, I haven't told Aisyah. The family in Solo has also not Aisyah gave word. Fahmi the Aisyah kabari mas. Hiks.. hiks.. hiikksss,".

"Yeah. Where are you now, brother?. This is the hospital, right,".

"Aisyah is still beside the body of Mr. Mas. Fahmi be careful. Don't rush it. Aisyah wait for me. Aisha's alone,". My speech was raucous on the sidelines sobs my cry.

"Yes dik. Assalamualaikum,".

"Waallaikumussalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh,".

Phone cut off, I headed to the administration room to take care of everything. My father was taken care of by the hospital. I don't care about my veil getting wet from tears.

"Aishaahhh!!,". Fahmi shouted my name.