Love At the End of Ramadan
Chapters 13. Heart Fall?

Tak.. Tak.. Tak..

The sound of a cutting board that collided with a knife, broke the silence of the kitchen space of a simple house on the outskirts of the city. A couple seemed to be busy with their jobs. The husband was busy with vegetable slices, while the wife was busy stewing spices on cobek made of stone.

"Children to where ya Bi, already approaching sahur like this but have not come home too. Umi's really worried."

Anxiety seems to frame the face of a woman who still looks beautiful despite having entered middle age. Many times his eyes were unceasingly fixed on the cell phone that was lying next to his hand, waiting for a reply from someone he was waiting for. Who else if not the child who has not returned. In fact, both of them only asked permission to fill the study event after praying tarawih in one of the parlors.

"Umi've tried to contact Rama or Yasmin?" ask the husband who is still busy with vegetables pakcoy in front of him.

Although as a man, the middle-aged man seemed to be very dexterous in executing one of these types of green vegetables. As if increasingly affirming that he is a husband figure who often helps the work of the wife.

"It's Bi, but check. While Yasmin's phone was left at home," he replied as he put salt on the cobek, "he said he only filled the study after tarawih prayer, this was even before the sahur had not yet returned. Umi's really worried about Bi."

The worry was getting whackier when his memory was fixed on several cases of rampant division. The woman shuddered in horror when she remembered the news she often saw filled the glass screen.

"Astaghfirullahalazim home... Oh Allah." said the middle-aged woman.

The husband's forehead is getting deeper. Not understanding what happened to his wife who suddenly beristighfar this. "What's Umi?"

"Bi don't, don't...."

"Umi's SSSttt... Abi asked not to think. Believe that our children are in good shape. And soon they'll be home."

The husband cut off his wife's words. He is sure that the wife is being dominated by the feelings of anxiety that rule the heart. He made his mind wander everywhere.

"Assalamu'alaikum Umi, Abi... Assalamu'alaikum!"

Greetings and the sound of knocking on the door from outside the house began to seep into the sense of hearing. Making the couple throw each other a glance and for a moment then both smiled widely. As a signal that the worries that had previously reigned are now gone, replaced with a full sense of relief. Without further ado, the middle-aged woman placed a yaw on top of the cobek and then swung her leg towards the front door.

"Vaalaikumsal... Rama, who is this?"

The two middle-aged women's netra were wide and perfectly rounded when they found the son carrying a beautiful woman who was sleeping.

Rama just smiled at the mother who was so shocked like this. "Umi ... Greetings from Rama have not been answered perfectly. Is it just waalaikumsal?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned, rightly told by the son that she had not answered the greeting perfectly.

"Waalaikumsalam. So, this woman who is Ram? Why did you find him?"

This time it was Yasmin's turn to giggle to see the face of the Umi who was like impatient to listen to the explanation of what will be conveyed by the brother.

"Umi, let brother Rama enter first. Poor Brother, it seems to be very tired of carrying this beautiful sister. Later inside let Brother scream..."

"Lho, you know, why are you still at the door? Why not get in?"

Yasmin's speech was interrupted when the baritone's voice rang out from behind her back. Before long, the man who turned out to be an abi, joined them in front of the entrance.

"Astaghfirullah's... That's who you're bringing?" asked the abi who was also surprised by the woman brought by Rama.

Rama just shook his head. Intentions can immediately enter the room to lay down the body of this woman even longer because of the arrival of the father.

"Bi, let Rama take this woman in first huh. Rama will tell me inside."

"Ah that's right. Come on, let's take this lady to the guest room, Ram!" tell the father as he shifts his body from the doorway.

In the end, Rama takes Kirana into a special room for guests. Carefully, he laid this foreign woman on the bed. Not to forget, he covered Kirana's body with a blanket that has been provided.

Rama stood for a moment at the side of the bed and stared intensely at the face of the woman who was still faithful to close her eyelids.

In the end, the handsome young man pus dashing his feet then walked out of this room.

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Sahur.. . Sahur.. . Sahur.. . Sahur.. .

The sound of groups of several young people began to be heard throughout the village. As usual, entering the month of Ramadan like this, they take turns around to wake up the citizens to carry out one of the sunnah recommended by the Prophet. Although sunnah but many blessings will be obtained by the servants when carrying out this sahur.

The sound of clapping also accompanies. As one of the traditional musical instruments that have rarely been found in the millennial era like this. However, in the village of Rama, they still use ways like this, to keep one of the traditions in order to survive.

In the dining room, Rama, Yasmin, Aisyah and Hakam are seen sitting around the dining table. In front of them have been presented fried tilapia, sambal terasi and also lalapan. And the four men seemed to enjoy this meal in front of him.

There is no sound when one of the sustenance of Allah in the form of this food begins to spoil each tongue. As one of the adab where while eating is better not to be inserted by chatter.

"So, who's that girl, son? Why did you come home with that woman?"

After finishing the dish to the toilet without waste and sipping water in front of him, Hakam asked the son for an explanation of who exactly the woman he was carrying earlier. The look on the middle-aged man's face also seemed to be filled with great curiosity.

Rama, washing both palms with a small basin that is commonly used as a place to cook after the dish has also been toilet. The young man only smiled faintly in response to this curiosity of his father.

"Rama also doesn't understand who that woman is, Bi. Rama found him when there were two criminals who wanted to harm him."

"Then, why did that woman faint, son?" timpal Aisyah who also chimed in on Rama's words while piling up dirty dishes that were not used.

Rama put his shoulders. "Rama also had no idea what had previously happened to the woman, Umi. Because Rama found the woman had passed out."

"Yes Allah .. pity the woman," said Aisyah with gaping lips as a form of concern.

"Therefore, allow him to temporarily stay here first huh Bi, Mi. Poor that woman." Rama shone his parents' eyes with a pleading gaze.

Hakam Tehenyak upon hearing this request of his son. "While time stay here? Does that mean after she wakes up, you don't rush her home, son?"

Rama gasped. Suddenly his heart was filled with a clumsy feeling. He can only scratch the tip of his nose that does not itch.

"Ehemmmmm .. It seems like someone is falling in love at first sight" Yasmin said in a teasing tone that immediately made everyone in the room laugh at the same time.

Rama, the twenty-seven-year-old young man was just smiling knots. I don't know what's going on in her heart, but she feels like she wants to hold that woman back from staying here.

What's wrong with me? Maybe I fell in love?

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