Hijrah in the Way of God
Marketplaces

Tre.eeet.

I heard the school bell.

In class

"Alright children because the time is up.We have finished our Physics lessons until here, tomorrow we continue learning, we continue learning, do your Physical duty at home tomorrow all the tasks must be collected and who does not do the task will be sanctioned" explained Miss Siska.

"Good ma'am," said the students simultaneously.

"Yes now you can go home," said Siska again.

The students of class 12 IPA B also scattered out of the class and immediately went home.

"Indra's."

A beautiful girl with long hair called out to Indra outside the classroom.

"Yes, what's up Sin?" indra asked the girl and it turned out to be Sinta, the son of the private school owner.

"Well, where did Ridho go? From yesterday I called ngak in lift-up now he's not in class?" ask Sinta to her boyfriend's best friend.

"Yaelah Sin's. Lo kayak did not know the same Ridho, from the first he was like that rarely entered the class, the Ridho was his person did not like to learn what else Physics lessons. I'm actually also lazy to enter, but I'm afraid diomelin same my mother," replied Indra by installing a flat face like asphalt.

"But the problem is usually if he doesn't come in he always says the same to me but now why doesn't he say? He seemed to avoid it from me," said Sinta with a sad face.

"So that I don't know, I don't want to interfere with your problems with Ridho, excuse me to go home first." Indra also left Sinta who was staring at his departure.

"Hey, how come you're still here?"

ask Rani. "Lo don't go home, I'm just like you. Please take me home!!"

"I'm just living my life, okay this time I deliver but tomorrow-tomorrow I males between lo," replied sinta annoyed.

"Lo's my own best friend that's so much." Rani put on a parched expression.

"Silent ngak lo, if not silent I do not become interracial lo," threatened Sinta.

"Yes yes I'm silent," answered Rani lazily.

"Basar mak attach, fortunately you are rich, if not very males temenan same people like that," inner Rani.

The Market

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am." Rahma approached the middle-aged woman who was none other than Fatimah's mother and shook the middle-aged woman's hand.

"Wa'alaikum salam, you've come home son. What are you doing here?" ask Fatimah while extending her right hand.

"Rahma came here to help the mother sell ordinary kayak," said Rahma with a friendly smile.

"No need to help mom, the wound in your head has not healed. Just rest at home, let the mother herself sell," said Fatimah mother gently as she rubbed her daughter's head.

"Rahma is nothing mom, Rahma is lonely in her own home. Let Rahma help you mother yes," said kindly with a face that is clear

"Yes, if it wants you," replied Fatimah resigned at the request of her daughter.

"Mbak gado-gadonya 2 servings yes mbak," said a middle-aged woman who has been a customer for 5 years at a hodgepodge shop Fatimah's mother.

"Okay ma'am, please wait a minute ma'am." Rahma allowed the middle-aged woman to wait.

5 Minutes later....

"This is Miss, please enjoy." Rahma put on a gentle smile at the middle-aged woman and the middle-aged woman enjoyed her hodgepodge.

"Emmm. Gado-gado Ibu Fatimah is really very good. From the past until now I never get tired of eating at this shop hodgepodge of Fatimah," praised the middle-aged woman.

"Thank you for your praise and thank you for being a loyal customer in my shop" Fatimah said with a smile to the middle-aged woman.

Gado-gado made by Fatimah is indeed very loved by the people there, made hodgepodge of middle-aged women does have a distinctive taste. Gado-gado from Rahma's ancestors, the recipe is inherited in descending order.

So no wonder also hodgepodge mother it has a different taste with hodgepodge in general.

"Alhamdulillah today our sustenance is good. I'll save this money for your college tuition later." A happy look on Fatimah's mother's face with her gratitude for the sustenance she received.

"Why do you talk like that, I don't feel bothered about you, son. You're a mother's son, I should've done this for you. Our hodgepodge is up, let's go home now."

In a room that is not too big, Rahma was studying at her study table, she also did Physics tasks given by Siska at the school.

He did the task very carefully, not to forget he also checked the answer again.

Rahma is a smart student in her school, she also got 1st in her class. For the achievements he got, he was also free of school there.

While in the room with complete and luxurious facilities and room 3 times the room Rahma was seen a cool guy with a white T-shirt and boxer pants slightly above the knees are not another is Ridho is cool with his favorite phone.

This cool guy really likes his worm game. Sometimes he nagged the creature on the screen of his phone.

"Come cing kill cing the one eye cing, let's hunt the way chase the ugly worm. Et dah cing cing lo lelet very road, chasing the one eye just can not. Big body lo cing." Ridho rambled clearly at the worm which displayed the pepsodent smile seen on his beloved phone.

"Ahghhhh. You're dead, I told you the way don't melt. I have to go back from the beginning." Ridho ruffled his hair because he was upset by the worm on the phone screen that displayed his pepsodent smile.

Cring.

Ridho's cell phone rang indicating that someone's incoming call.

Ridho frowned. "Love? Why else these girls call me mulu, make more sob. Not the worm is not the same, both make me malu. Lift it up, right?? Just pick it up."

"Hallo, what's the matter with me?" Ask Ridho ketus.

"Dear you, how is that? Why don't you pick up the phone from me? Chatan I was also not bales and earlier Why not go to class? From yesterday you didn't tell me? And now you're talking about wearing me again? You really why the hell?" Sinta asked Ridho.

"Yes, that's what nodong is. Very chatty being a girl, actually I want to be honest with you. From the past until now I never liked the same girl kayak lo. I'm dating you to benefit you doang, so you can help me so that I can go to class. And sorry I don't want to pretend like you anymore, our relationship ended up here and thank you for your help all along. From now on we have nothing to do."

tut's.tut.

Ridho ended his call.

"Dear, baby, shit at matiin again. Ridho why do you killusin me? I am in love with you. I don't care if you don't love me. Anyhow I have to get you again" Sinta muttered and began to cry.

Ridho has never loved anyone in his life other than his mother Rina. His love was never shared with anyone.

Rina is indeed a loving mother, she loves her son very much.

As a child Ridho always obeyed the wishes of the woman. He was very obedient to the woman who had brain cancer.

But now I don't know what made him start sharing his love for the girl he initially hated. The innocence and shade of the girl's face seemed to erase her hatred for the girl. Plus the friendliness and gentleness of the girl's attitude that forgot all her hatred towards the girl.

The beautiful smile that emanated on the girl's face seemed to hypnotize her. The girl's smile could not escape her thoughts. The girl was the new joy-opener on her who had been missing for a long time.

The clock is at 03:00, the alarm clock is heard and begetar. He was always faithful to wake a girl who was sleeping on a mattress with flowers.

After 10 minutes the alarm sounded his distinctive voice, finally his struggle was not in vain to build the girl named Rahma.

The girl blinked her eyes looking at the small alarm clock.

"It's past three, I have to pray tahajud."

The girl went to the bathroom and tried to fight the drowsiness that she still felt right.

After finishing the prayer, as usual the girl said the prayer and followed by teaching.

"Tabaa rakalladzii biyadihil mulkuwa huwa 'alaa kulli syai inn qadhiiir. Alladzii khalaqal mawtawal hayaata liyablu wakum ayyukum ahsanu 'amalaa, wahuwal 'aziizul ghafuuur. Alladzii khalaqa sab'a samaa waatinn thibaaqaa, maa taraa fii khalqirrahmaa niminn tafaawut, farji'il basharahal taraa minn futhuuur. Tsummar ji'il bashara karrataini yann qalib ilaikal basharu khaasi aww wahuwa. Walaqad zayyann nassamaaa addunnyaa bimshaa biiha waja'alnaahaa rujuumallisy syayathiiin, wa a'tadnaa lahum 'adzaa bassa'iiir. Walilladzii nakafaruu birabbihim 'adzabu jahannnam, wabi" salmashiiir. Idzaaa ulquu fiiha sami'uu laha shahiiqaww wahiya tafuuur. Takaadu tamayyazu minal ghaiizh, kullamaaa ulkiya fiihaa faujunn sa a lahum khazanatuhaaa alam ya"tikum nadziiir. Qaluu balaa qadjaaa ana nadzirunn fakadzdzabnaa waqul naamaa nazzalallaahu minn syai in anntum illaa fiidhalalinn kabiiir. Waqaaluu law kunnaa nasma'u awna'qilu maakunna fiiiash haabissa'iiir.

Shadaqallahul 'azhiim"

The chanting of al-mulk letter sung by a girl named Rahma is very beautiful. Nothing wrong with Tajweed either.

She really is an amazing girl.

After teaching shortly afterwards, the dawn of the azan also reverberated. And finally Rahma also performed the dawn prayer which is only two rakaat.

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Don't forget to leave a trail, friends...