Honeyed

Honey Ep.27 (SEASON 2)

The weather in Yogyakarta this morning was very cloudy. It was very refreshing, although it did not rain. Today I promised to pick up my son Ilham at his school. Since taking care of the transfer from Jakarta to Yogyakarta my mother and I have been very busy, arranging the house and taking care of everything. Today I was able to fulfill my foster child's request to be able to pick her up at school. Hours home today, earlier than usual. The watch on my left hand shows ten o'clock in the morning. As usual, I will definitely buy some pieces of chocolate sandwich my adopted son Ilham's favorite. For some reason, my son really likes the brown toast. I even laughed to see her babble describing how delicious the torn bread she was eating was. It seems that what he was telling me was too much. When I was a child like her, I also had a taste of bread torn with chocolate contents, but not that much in giving judgment. That moment made me smile sometimes and was very, very entertained in the midst of the fatigue that plumped my brain. Happy to be a child, can feel happiness just by enjoying a bread torn chocolate contents. Ah, really so want to be like Inspiration again it feels, if you have thought about work problems and so forth.

I drove my car at a moderate speed. After all, I was not in too much of a hurry to pick up Ilham at his school. The school guard will really look after and wait for students who have not been picked up by their guardians or parents. The best school I give to Inspiration, even though he is not my son, but I will always give my best as long as I can and can. For me, Inspiration is the second treasure that I must guard and I am happy after my own Mother. At first I didn't know, I didn't know where the thought of adopting a child came from. Never even crossed my mind before. Until finally, at that time I lightly said to Mother that I wanted to adopt a boy. Ilham, the first time I saw her in an orphanage. I don't know why, it feels like my heart is so calm to see it. Her innocent face, her soothing look, and I saw many great hopes drawn from both her clear eyes. Sadness, yes I also saw the deep sorrow of this little boy. I don't know what he was thinking when I came that afternoon. When many of his peers are busy playing, this child is only silent with an empty gaze. Sometimes he scratches his head, and plays his fingers. As if I was counting something. On that day, there were probably about ten minutes I watched the boy. I am grateful, Mother agreed to my request to adopt Inspiration to be my son. Inviting Inspiration into the midst of my lonely family.

My heart grew stronger to make the Inspiration of my son, as soon as I remembered the primacy of taking care of orphans. As the hadith brought by one of the companions of the Prophet shalallahu alaihi wassalam named Sa’ad radhiallahu ‘anhu where he said that: Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda, "Me and the one who bore the orphans (his position) in heaven like this”, then he shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam hinted his index and middle fingers shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam, it also stretches the two (HR. Bukhari, No.4998). My heart trembles so much, so beautifully Islam governs everything, including the affairs of a child who has no father and no mother.

"Derrtt... derrt....,". I felt my phone shake. Apparently there was an incoming call from Mother.

"Hallo, Mother's assalamualaikum?,". I said through the phone line.

"Campaign, Waallaikumussalam. Where are you, son?. Did you get to Ilham's school?,".

"Not yet Mother, what's the matter Bun?,". I asked full of curiosity.

"Is it still a long time?, the school called home. He said Ilham had not yet picked him up,".

"In a moment until Kok Bun, maybe they just reminded. Afraid we forget not to pick up Inspiration at school. Mother where?,".

Apparently Ilham's school called home. Because that's one of the hallmarks of my son's school. Will always contact the guardian concerned, if it is felt there are students who have not been picked up from school. I am grateful, because my Mother also loves and loves Ilham, like her own grandson. Mother never differentiates. My mother is indeed a very extraordinary woman, it feels like I want to repay all the suffering and sacrifices that Mother has given me, even though I know. I will never be able to do it, I will never be able to.

"Mother at home. Go straight home, son. Mother has made food and gelatin for the favorite of the Mother's grandchildren,".

"Each boss does it. We'll be home soon. Wait for us well. Mother be careful at home,".

"Bag, boss, bus,bos. You can do this, son. Yase be careful. Mother hang up her phone first. Assalamualaikum my son,".

"Hehehe... Mother Iyah. Waallaikumussalam Warahmatullahi,".

"Tuuutts,". Phone disconnected.

It has been a long time since I set foot in Yogyakarta, ah. I don't want to remember any of that, I don't want to hurt Mommy. It seems that the choice of Mother to choose the city of Yogyakarta is very appropriate. Although the taste often appears suddenly and is very torturous. The streets of Yogyakarta are not very crowded, although activities run like normal days. Yogyakarta, I hope I can carve out many wonderful memories in this city. Hopefully yes hopefully. Good hope I want from this city. Live happily with Mother and Inspiration, and maybe a new life partner. Although for the latter, I don't know when my heart can open again to women, after such a deadly loss. Love is really dangerous. There were deep wounds, there was a sense of trauma that was so excruciating. Love?, should you touch that word again?. Even after I almost died because of what's called love?. No, not because of her love. Maybe because of the loss, which makes me feel like I want to die. Just leave, maybe much better. Let God govern all scenarios of my life, including life partner. I don't want to anymore, feel the same destruction after losing him. She?, why do I feel so afraid to say her name. I was scared, the feeling came again. The fear of wanting to have it back inside the chest.

After all, is not surrendering to the Lord the noblest path?.

I have heard from one of the scholars named Ibn al-Qayyim say: Allah is sufficient for those who rely on Him and who rely on Him, he who gives rest from the fear of the fearful, He is the best protector and benefactor and whoever takes refuge in Him and asks for help from Him and trusts Him, allah will protect him, take care of him, and whoever fears Allah, Allah will make him comfortable and calm from what is feared and feared, and Allah will give him all kinds of useful needs’at. [Taisirul Azizil Hamidh p. 503].

Tawakal, which means surrender. Putting everything to the Most All-Everything Thing. I'll give everything to him. Anyhow the life scenario I will live later. I believe, it's the best and I'm definitely capable of running it. Didn't you and I pass the terrible test of life?. It is true that Allah will never test His servant beyond the limits of His servant.

"Astaghfirullah...,". I said in my heart.

In about ten minutes, I will arrive at the school of Inspiration. Soon I will meet my hero. Actually, it's a little late, because I had some important business to do first. Hopefully my son does not sulk, especially I bring his favorite chocolate toast. The car I used to park in the front yard of Ilham school. From a distance I saw Ilham talking and joking with a female student.

"A very pretty boy,". I murmured in my heart.

"Yeahh....!!,".

My son screamed as he approached me. Apparently he knew of my arrival. I immediately greeted him and tightly hugged the little body of my hero.

"Okay Dad,". Answer it very cheerfully.

"What's up, son?,". I asked Ilham who was suddenly moody and repeatedly looked at the beautiful little girl who was talking to him.

"Dad, Ilham has a new friend. Name's Wawa. Inspiration sad Daddy,". He answered while lowering his head.

"Oh Ilham has a new friend?. Then, why are you even sad for my son?,". I'm confused.

"Dad, Ilham's friend has no one to pick him up yet. Cassian she is, she's very kind to Inspiration,".

"Where did his father find Ilham?. Why didn't you come to pick me up?,".

"Said Wawa, Wawa's father hasn't been home for several days. Since her Mother Wawa screamed in pain,".

"Ohh. so,". I am grateful to have Inspiration. His empathy is very high. His caring is very high. Not all children have as much empathy as my son.

"Hmmm... how about we invite Ilham to play at our house?. He said, Oma make your favorite gelatin. Oh yes, I also brought a torn bread of Ilham's favorite chocolate contents,". Continue again.

I saw my son raising his head, his face was very bright. Her eyes sparkled after I offered to take her new friend home.

"Can Dad?, Ilham play Ilham's friend?,".

"By dong dear. Later, dad told the teacher first. You wait here, Dad,".

"Asiikkk.....!!, thanks Dad,".

"Together my son,".

I walked towards one of the teachers who was packing while waiting for Ilham's friend called Wawa. I saw a scared face from the look in the pretty boy's eyes. Maybe he was nervous because no one had come to pick him up at school. He was the only student left.

"Excuse me ma'am, I'm the guardian of Ilham's student. Look, can I bring Nak Wawa to our house?, this is our home address Mom, later if there is a guardian who will pick her up, just give me the address of this house. Anyway, take pity on her own here ma'am,". I said to one of the teachers as I offered my new home address card.

"May sir please, later we will inform the guardian or parent of nak Wawa. Thank you very much Sir,".

"Thank you, ma'am, thank you,".

I saw the teacher approaching the little girl. Looks like the boy didn't refuse to play at home. Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. At least he wasn't alone waiting at school. It's good that he waits at home with me, Inspiration and Mother. He can also play and eat together while waiting for his guardian to pick him up.

"Son, come with Om first. His parents Ilham. Later who invited Wawa to come to his house Om. No papa yah?,". Saying slowly.

"Ba-well his father's Inspiration,". The answer is innocent and innocent.

I held the tiny hands of this beautiful little boy to the car. I, Ilham, and his friend Ilham drove by car to the house. It feels like the worms in my stomach have also started to kick. Want to go home soon and eat Mother's super delicious homemade cooking. While Ilham and Wawa look fun to eat bread torn chocolate content that I just brought. Fortunately, I bought more than one loaf.