I'm Honey My Son
A Piece of Mita's Past

Bu Mita was stunned when she was reprimanded by Intan. He was confused as to what to say.

"Well, the mother will name your son." Answer's short.

"Mom, from my childhood why didn't I tell you where my father's grave is? and I never showed you a picture of my father, either" Intan returned to the beach at Bu Mita.

Suddenly Mita cried as much as she wanted, she did not want to bear the pain of her past.

"Mom's sorry, Intan. Your father is still alive, but I don't know if he's alive now or not. Because it's been a long time that I parted with her, from you still in the stomach," Ms. Mita bowed in lethargy.

"Astaggfiruloh alazdim, why did you lie to me? why wasn't he honest from the start?" Intan was a little upset by her mother's dishonesty.

For a moment Bu Mita was silent considering her past, she then told Intan.

A few decades ago..

"Thank God, did Mas Yogi finally come home?" Mita sumringah and kissing her husband's back.

But her husband was surprised to look at Mita whose stomach was slightly enlarged.

"Mom, what's wrong with your stomach?" Yogi scrunched his eyebrows.

"Don't you, Mas Yogi? like you never had a child?" Mita blushed in shame.

"Are you pregnant?" Yogi still can't believe it.

"Yes, mas. I'm four months pregnant" Mita replied in embarrassment.

"Couldn't you? are you cheating on me?" Yogi begins to suspect Mita's pregnancy.

"Astaghfiruloh alazdim, can you accuse me? this is your son, mas. I've never been completely satisfied, either" Mita tries to convince Yogi.

"You think I just believe in you? I work sailing home once every six months, why are you suddenly pregnant? who are you cheating with, huh?" Yogi continues to corner Mita with his accusations.

"For God's sake, mas. I never cheated on you. Well, how else, I'm gonna prove that you trust me, man." Clear circles out of Mita's eyes.

While the husband and wife is struggling to question the pregnancy of his wife. Their one-year-old son was crying loudly.

Yogi immediately ran as fast as lightning approached the child.

"Cup cup cup.don't cry dear." Yogi holds his one-year-old son.

After a great fight, Yogi did not greet Mita. He was more silent.

By morning, when Mita woke up there was no Atin and Yogi. There's only a letter on the table.

A letter from Yogi that says if he deliberately went to bring Atin. He will also take care of the divorce papers.

"Oh my God, why does it have to be like this? my husband went to take our son and left me pregnant like this?" Mita continues to cry squeezing letters from Yogi.

Mita did not believe what was happening to her at this time. She is also confused as to how to live without her husband and child, while she is currently pregnant.

Thus the story of Bu Mita on Intan, with tears.

"Oh my God, mother. I'm sorry to have opened the old wound in your heart" Intan hugged Ms. Mita.

"Mom should apologize, son. Because it's been covering your mother's past for so long, "Mom Mita's getting so excited.

"Come, kid. Because it's been a long time, your father or mother did not come back. It could be that at this time the father has found a new life," slowly Ms. Mita stretched her arms and wiped her own tears.

"We don't know, ma'am. God's plan for our lives. Stop, mom. It's better now that I think of the best name for my son" Intan smiled.

"All right, son."

Ms. Mita was thinking of a good name for her granddaughter. Mom Mita and Intan were silent for a moment. Intan is currently giving ASI to her baby.

"Son, I already have a name for your son. Hope you like it and fit, otherwise you'll be looking for a name again" Ms. Mita was very enthusiastic.

"Well, I'm curious too. What's his name, ma'am?" tanya Intan was curious.

"Adam Nabhan which means a noble-hearted man" said Bu Mita.

"Well cool, ma'am. Very good name, I like it. Thank you, ma'am." Intan held out both thumbs.

"Tomorrow we'll give thanks to your son." Advice from Mita.

"Ready, mom. Now I'll rest first, so that tomorrow's fit." Intan Pinta.

Ms. Mita quickly stepped out of Intan's room, she stepped into her room to rest at Intan's request.

Elsewhere, a woman who looks a lot like Intan is looking at a photo of Bu Mita's youth.

"Son, what are you doing?" a middle-aged man approached Atin.

"I miss, mom. I haven't been able to see my mother and sister yet." Answer the Atin.

"I'm sorry, son. All because of jealousy, and suspicion of your mother. So that we're separated from your mother and sister." Yogi bowed lethargic as he took a deep breath.

"Already, sir. Perhaps everything that happened was already outlined by Allah SWT," Atin let out a long sigh.

"I've been trying to find information about the whereabouts of the mother, but the result is still zero" Atin bowed lethargic.

"Father too, has been trying to find the whereabouts of your mother and sister. But just like you, have not gotten a satisfactory result," Yogi sighed long while twitching his temple.

What Atin and Yogi are thinking, is currently also being thought by Bu Mita. She always prayed to meet her husband and firstborn.

"O Allah, if You will, find the servant with the husband and the firstborn. If it's still alive show its existence, if it's gone, please show me the tomb."

"For decades, God. I harbored this feeling, longing for the feeling of wanting to meet them."

"Give them certainty of their existence so that the servant does not continue to hope like this, O Allah."

Thus a piece of prayer made by Bu Mita. Not only this time, he prayed. But every time at all times, even every time in her prostration, she always prayed for her husband and firstborn.

Ms. Mita never hated her husband, because she knew that his separation was due to a complete misunderstanding.

Bu Mita has understood the nature of Yogi that is very jealous and easily consumed by sedition from people around him.

Not once twice, the household used to experience a problem caused by misunderstanding. But it can always be resolved peacefully. But somehow when the last time got into trouble, Yogi just left Bu Mita.

Unbeknownst to Intan, Ms. Mita always prayed for Yogi and Atin

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