Hijrah in the Way of God
Mysterious Men

Indra also laughed frown at the expression of his friend.

"Eh why laugh. There is something funny, his friend prays instead of being grateful. Diem ngak lo, if still laughing again I bandage that mouth lo," threatened Ridho.

"The weird part is, usually you are the most anti called a mosque. Lah..now, all of a sudden just come home from the mosque, you can pray?" Indra held onto her stomach as she held back her laughter.

"Who said I can't pray, gini-gini I used to pray with my mama."

Ridho suddenly remembered his mother who never left prayer even though she was sick again.

"Ma sorryin Ridho ma, Ridho forgot the same message mama to not stay in prayer, since the departure of Mama Ridho forgot the same obligation Ridho himself, Ridho, ten years Ridho's life is not clear because he still can't sincerely let go of mama," murmured Ridho in his heart while not feeling his tears dripping by themselves.

"Hey bro." Indra waved his hand at Ridho. "Lo why are you crazy, why even cry. Something is wrong with the child, it must be examined psychologically. Come with me to the asylum." Indra tugged at Ridho's hand.

"What the hell are you playing tug-of-war." Ridho glared his eyes. "Gue is not crazy, I cry because_

"What color? Because lo beratem same Sinta," cut Indra.

"No, not that. I cry because of me, because of me.. Ah, that's just lupain. I'll go inside first."

"Lo don't get together with our friends bro? Rasta children in the same kangen lo, then you do not come on the lethargy face of the child, there are no spirits because you do not come," said Indra with a casual expression.

"Yaudah now I'm there,lo wait here first, I want to take the key of the bike first inside the same change the holster with pants." Ridho opened the gate of his house and then went inside to take the key of the same motor change the sheath.

"Yes let's go," said Ridho who had appeared with his favorite motorcycle.

In the basecame gang Rasta seen children have gathered while talking.

"No exclamation also if there is no Ridho, even if it's someone else, but if there isn't he ngak exciting," said Fiko tenen one gang at once temen one school but not class.

"Yes, yes, my life feels empty if there is no him" said Dino with a face made-up sad.

"Ah lebay lo Din," said Tito while patting Dino hard on the shoulder.

"Aww it hurts to know my shoulder is pat." Dino rubbed his shoulders that felt numb due to the blow of Tito who was greeted with laughter by all his friends.

When they are engrossed in obscure rants. Suddenly Indra came and followed Ridho from behind.

"Eh finally our chairman came too, where did you come from, then why not nongrong with us?" asked Fiko while staring at Ridho who was wearing his motorcycle

"Gue fell asleep last night," he answered briefly.

"Tumben lo sleep cepet, take your sleeping pills yes. overnight," said Fiko.

"Chairman Ridho is the same as you," said Tito as he glanced at Dino who was sitting next to him.

"Who?" ask Rido.

"That's Dino."

"What the hell, who knows the same song people like him," argued Dino.

"So that's what, you said your life is empty if not him, now even ngaku," said Tito again.

"Don't fight. Rather than fighting mending we exclamations for noise in the streets how?" advice Fiko.

"By the tuh," replied Indra and also agreed by others except Ridho, He was just silent.

"Well, how are you quiet, you don't agree?" fiko asked Ridho who had not responded.

"I don't think we're making a noise anymore" said Ridho.

"Why?" ask Indra, "Lo scared?"

"That's not it but_

"No but-his main note you have to agree, I wonder the same lo usually the number one for noise and tauran. Lo our gang leader anyway you have to come." Ridho's speech was cut by Fiko.

"Jude, please." With very forced Ridho also according to his friends.

All the Rasta gangs went down the night road to make noise in the city.

Rasta gang is the most feared gang, this gang always makes trouble and will not give mercy to his opponent. There have been many victims who died at the hands of the rebel gang.

The Rasta gang, chaired by the 50-member Ridho.

"That's not Rahma ya." Indra stopped his bike a bit away from Rahma and was followed by others.

"Rahmas? Who is Rahma?" asked Fiko who had somewhat forgotten about the girl.

"That's a girl wearing a hijab at our school" Indra replied as she pointed at the girl.

"We go there, we do all-out work, girl" said Fiko with a grin.

"So bad, they want to know how Rahma, what should I do? I have to help Rahma, but how. I can't help you too openly. I have to find a way," Ridho murmured in his heart in confusion.

"Ouch..." Ridho pretended to be in pain while holding his stomach.

"Why lo?" ask Indra.

"My stomach hurts like I want to find a toilet first." Ridho ran around while holding his stomach as if in pain.

His friends stared at him from afar with astonished looks and they soon approached Rahma who was carrying a bag of crackles in her hand.

"Where are you going?" Indra confronted Rahma and blocked her path

"Indra's? you-you ma-want what's here?" asked Rahma with a frightened face. "Excuse me I-I want to pass," he continued.

"E-ets lo will not be able to go anywhere," said Indra again, his hand moved to touch Rahma's cheek, but suddenly there was someone who kicked his hand until he grimaced in pain.

"Ahhh Who are you?" ask Indra to that person.

Not that the person answered, just shut up. His face was covered in a sarong, the man looked mysterious, with the feet of flip-flops. It really makes people wonder who exactly that man is?

"Why do you bengong aja let's beat him," Indra ordered to his friend.

Without a long wait, they beat up the mysterious man.

The man is very strong and agile to avoid his opponent's blows. Not a single bit of his body was touched by his opponent. With one against three he was able to defeat all three of his opponents.

At the time of the fight, Rahma tried to escape, but unfortunately quickly Indra pulled her hand.

The other hand switched to open the maroon color veil that used Rahma at that time, along with that, the sound of police car sirens frantically Indra accidentally pushed Rahma's body up to her head to the bent pole. And as a result Rahma also fell unconscious due to a slightly hard impact with the head not using a veil.

Indra and his friends are in the fog to escape so as not to be considered the same police.

A mysterious man approached Rahma who had fainted on the side of the road.

The man opened the scabbard that covered his face and it turned out that the mysterious man was the handsome Ridho guy at his school.

Ridho was stunned to see Rahma who had fainted without using the veil.

The girl looked very pretty with her long black and bushy hair.

Makes Ridho's heart beat uncharacteristically. He was stunned to see the girl who looked much prettier than using a veil.

"God, this girl turned out to be very pretty without using her hijab. What a lucky person who became her husband later," muttered Ridho inwardly as he looked at the girl's face.

"What the hell, he's hurt again if I even bengong gini, he must be very embarrassed if you know with open hair like this, uh hood where ya.." Ridho looked for Rahma's veil and after he found it he put the veil on Rahma.

"Well, I'm sure he's not ashamed. Stay beautiful wearing a veil, it's an amazing girl. Why did I hate you when you were a good girl. I'm really stupid to hate you." Ridho still muttered while holding Rahma and bringing her home.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Ridho when he was at the door of Rahma's house.

"Wa'alaikum salam" replied a middle-aged woman who opened the door that was none other than Bu Fatimah.

"Astagfirullah Rahma why son?" asked Fatimah who was shocked to see her daughter fainted again and there was blood on her forehead.

"So Rahma fainted in the street ma'am" replied Ridho.

"Yes, please bring Rahma in, son."

Ridho takes Rahma inside and puts her to sleep on the living room sofa that looks shabby.

Ms. Fatimah took hot water in the kitchen to compress Rahma's slightly bloody forehead. Ms. Fatimah was very worried to see her daughter.He compressed her slowly and carefully.

"No thank you very much, you have twice helped Rahma's mother's son."

"Ah together Mom, it was also a coincidence that I passed there," said Ridho with a friendly smile.

'"Oh, what's your name, son?" asked Fatimah softly.

"My name is Ridho bu, it's quite late I go home first yes ma'am," said Ridho.

"Oh yeah, kid, be careful."

"Ridho came home Ma'am, assalamu'alaikum," said Ridho while kissing the back of Fatimah's hand

"Wa'alaikum salam" replied Fatimah.