Hijrah in the Way of God
Back garden of the school

When Ridho was at home, he put his favorite motorbike into the trunk of his house.

He opened the door of the house and went straight to his room.

Ridho laid his body on the bed, the face of the plain girl without the slightest makeup polish was always imagined by him. What's more, when the hood was released earlier, he did not expect the girl turned out to be much prettier than what he imagined.

"How could I have hated that girl, I feel so sorry to have berated and scolded her. I should how? The girl made my heart beat fast, what happened to me? Do I like the girl I always insulted? But what if he doesn't like me? Can I hold and hold this feeling? Is a guy like me fit for a pious girl like him? Ahhh.. I feel really crazy about it." Ridho's mind was always thinking about the girl.

Shortly afterwards Ridho also remembered that he had not prayed Isya, he went to the bathroom for ablution after that prayer.

After the prayer, he also continued to pray.

"God forgive me, I have wasted ten years of my time, from this day onward I will not leave my prayer again, God forgive my sins, ease the torment of his grave, I have to admit all this time that I have not been sincere about his loss, God actually still wants to be with him."

Ridho shed his tears, he cried reminiscing about his beautiful childhood when his mother was alive.

Her mother was a patient woman, she fought her own illness without her husband at her side. Her husband has always attached great importance to his work, he is very appreciative of his work as a very successful businessman.

Papa Ridho, named Hermana Wibowo, started his business from scratch, he continued to focus on his work without caring about his son and wife.

Tok tok...

Sound of knocking on the door

"Den. Den Ridho." A voice of someone calling from outside the room.

"Well, what's wrong" said Ridho from inside the room.

"Den Ridho has eaten, if Den Ridho wants to eat aunt already prepared food at the dinner table. Go downstairs, " said Bik Ira, the woman who stepped on the head of the five was a household assistant and the person who took care of and cared for Ridho from childhood.

"Well Bik, Ridho will go down," replied Ridho while tidying up the prayer mats and sarongs he wore to pray.

After tidying up he put it on his study table. And after that Ridho went down with only boxer pants slightly above his knees. He often wears it when he is at home.

To the next day Rahma was complete with her school uniform with a hijab on her head.

"Son't you sure you want to go to school like this?" asked Ms Fatimah, she was very worried about her daughter's situation.

"Rahma sure, Buk. Lagian Rahma did not want to skip school, if Rahma skipped the ntar that Rahma missed the lesson. Moreover, the test semestes 1 will be soon," Rahma replied by displaying her sweetest smile to her mother as if she was fine.

"Well, you have breakfast there."

After breakfast Rahma remembered that Ridho told her to bring her hodgepodge made by her mother yesterday. He immediately went to the kitchen to prepare it and put it in his lunch box.

At school Rahma had been waiting for Ridho's arrival in his class, he kept glancing at the clock that pointed at 8 am.

"It's 8 o'clock he hasn't come yet, whether he's late or maybe not coming in" Rahma murmured in her heart.

During the break Rahma went to the back garden, he still wondered where Ridho was going. He kept staring at his box.

The park behind the school is Rahma's favorite place. The place was deserted, the right place for Rahma to be alone and eat her food.

When Rahma lifted the spoon to put the food into her mouth, suddenly someone stopped the action by holding her right hand.

Rahma turned her head to the side and it turned out that someone was Ridho, as soon as the two looked at each other.

"It's my heart why it has to beat so fast, this girl's eyes are so beautiful" said Ridho.

"My heart why this, do I have a heart defect? The beat is very tight, astagfirullah forgive servant, allah I have been tired of his good looks?"

Rahma's heart continued to wonder, Rahma immediately distanced her hand when she said Istigfar.

"It's a hodgepodge for me." Ridho took over Rahma's stock box from the girl's hand and ate it voraciously.

The girl smiled looking at her behavior. "His dinner will be sprained." Along with the words of Rahma...

Uhuck-huck

"It's a sprain, it's a drink first." Rahma gave the mineral water to Ridho and Ridho drank the water.

"Thank you" said Ridho, looking at the girl's face, and the girl smiled at Ridho's words.

"Oh, why didn't you get into the class?" ask Rahma.

"Gue males come in, I don't like the same lesson, is it jidat lo still sick?" Ridho pointed towards the girl's head.

"Oh this." Rahma held onto her head. "it only hurts a little bit" he replied.

"You helped me last night?" rahma asked Ridho and was answered nodding by the man.

"Thank you so much, you helped me twice" Rahma said.

" No problem, we are now friends, I should have helped you," he replied as he continued to eat his mother Rahma's hodgepodge.

"Lo ate? It's me bribe!" Ridho thrusts a spoon at Rahma.

"You don't have to eat" Rahma refused.

"Don't refuse to let the break be over, you haven't eaten anything." Ridho still faithfully thrusts the food into Rahma's mouth and forced Rahma to take her bribe.

"That's dong, smart boy." Ridho's actions made the girl's heart beat fast, no matter what happened to the girl's heart?

"Today is the happiest day of my life since my mother's departure, I am grateful that God brought me to the girl better, Thank God thank God you still want to give me happiness."

Ridho continued muttering in his heart, his face unceasingly smiling at the girl.

Before long the break was over" The break time has run out you enter the class gih," said Ridho and he stood up to leave the girl.

"Aren't you in class?" ask Rahma.

"No, I don't go to class, I don't like to study. I was there first." Ridho left Rahma in the garden.