Hijrah in the Way of God
Matic motor

Rahma stunned. Didn't expect the old grandmother's house he helped to be as big as the one in front of him now. Errata is more precisely the home of the son of the old grandmother named Inah.

Yes, from that time, Nek Inah told me at length about the address he lived in that he memorized when Rahma asked if the grandmother remembered her home address?

After a few minutes of bracing. Admire the palace house. Rahma finally realized that the goal here is not to admire the house but to deliver a family transportation from the owner of the house.

Rahma throbs briefly. Then he opened his voice when the security guard asked what the woman was here for. And before Rahma would answer. The security guard's voice preceded him first so he paused his intention to answer.

"Alhamdulillah Nek Inah. Finally Nek Inah came back too." Seen a look of relief on the face of the guard-headed plotos. "Master went berserk because Nek Inah was missing. And you know the cause," he explained. Then the grandson who left Nek Inah in the middle of the road was expelled by his own father.

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"As usual there is little sustenance for the sisters of the parlour." Rahma thrust a brown envelope containing sheets of money at the middle-aged woman in front of her. The owner of the parlor.

This is Rahma now. In a home he frequented every week. Make regular donations once a month. The woman had become a regular donor at the parlor she was in now.

After delivering Nek Inah to his house. Rahma stopped by the parlour she happened to pass by.

"Thank you, Rahma." The mother smiled warmly. "Hopefully the sustenance of Nak Rahma and her husband smoothly," he said sincerely. Which he immediately amenasnya.

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"Where from?"

The heavy sound made Rahma slightly jump. He looked up at the owner of the voice who was suddenly at the door. "Out of the parlor" he replied slowly. He realized it was already night. There should be a look of worry on her husband's face.

Ridho ber oh then grasped Rahma's hand. "I'm glad I bought a new bike."

Oh, it's just fitting that Rahma saw there was a matic motorbike in front of the house. It was her husband's motorbike.

"Tomorrow we'll go for a walk."

Rahma replied with a nod. It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend and of course her husband will be off work.

"I've bought you something to eat." Ridho smiled. "You haven't eaten, have you?"

Rahma is grateful to have a caring husband like Ridho. That man loves himself very much. And that makes Rahma very happy.

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"Can?"

Ridho helped open the helmet used by Rahma whose wife had difficulty opening her helmet. Understand this is the first time Rahma rode a motorcycle.

Ridho's breath was warm to Rahma's face making him nervous to be that close.

Ridho's bead eyes stared at the wife's bead and shortened the distance between them. The second jatung beat uncharacteristically until Rahma finally realized that they were now in a public place. Rahma quickly moved her face away.

"Why did we come here?"

Yes Rahma remembered this place was the place they had visited when High School first. Nothing really changed. This place was still the same only her status changed because now she was the wife of the man who was still staring at her. I don't know what's on his mind?

"There's something I want to show you."

Ridho clasped Rahma's hand while walking towards a lake that turned out to be at the end of the park.

A very beautiful lake with sparkling water exposed to the sun. Rahma looks amazed to see the beauty and while giving thanks to see the beauty of the creation of God.

"You know?" Ridho cleared his throat to normalize his voice to sound softer. "I used to intend to bring you here, but failed because you were kidnapped at that time" he explained. Recollecting memories from a few years ago. And still did not expect God to match her with that woman.

"And now I have finally managed to bring you here with our married status. You are my encouragement. Because you live my life becomes very meaningful. I love you so much my wife. And I beg you never to leave my life until death do us part." Ridho paused his words. "Please promise me Rahma."

Rahma's tears are dripping. He was moved by the words that escaped the man's mouth. "I promise not to leave you until God ends my life. I also love you so much my husband," he replied in a hoarse voice.

The corner of Ridho's lips was attracted. With a stop he wiped away the woman's tears. Then hold her arms. "Thank you."

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