Hijrah in the Way of God
Semestes exam 1

Rahma was still sitting in the park, she guessed again the speech of the young man. The girl was so confused, what might the young man say was serious or maybe not. I don't know what was clear he was very shocked to hear it all, he did not expect the young man would say this.

On one hand the girl was happy, but on the other she still felt afraid that the young man would change like he used to.

Rahma refuses to let Dimas go home, so she chooses to go home with her father.

After school and Ashar prayers, as usual Rahma helped her mother sell in the market.

In the evening Rahma was still thinking about the speech of the young man in the park. He became unfocused on learning, and chose to go straight to sleep after praying Isya.

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Ridho is now sitting at his study table, he is trying to discuss math problems in the book. Repeatedly doing it, but it was very difficult for Ridho. The lessons related to those numbers made him dizzy. Suddenly, an idea appeared in his brain. He took his backpack and put the math book in the bag. Pick up the motor key and then get away from the big house.

Tok tok ...

The sound of a knock several times from outside makes Rahma wake up, he glanced at the clock that shows at 8 pm.

"Who's been visiting these nights?" muttered.

Rahma took the navy blue headscarf hanging behind the door of her room and put it on. Slowly he came out of the room and stepped a little og because a few minutes ago he fell asleep.

"Rahma, there's a friend in the living room" Fatimah told her son.

Rahma frowned.

"Who's mom?" tanyakanya.

"Son Ridho" replied Fatimah and passed to the kitchen to make him drink.

Hearing that Rahma's legs immediately limp, he was very nervous. Maybe he wanted to talk about it at school. But he said after graduation, why is he here now, he thought.

Trying to resist her nervousness with all her might, the girl stepped into the guest house.

"Hay Rahma." Ridho smiled seeing the girl he was waiting for appear.

"What's up, why are the nights here?" asked Rahma who had been sitting her body on the sofa some distance away from the young man.

Ridho shifted his body slightly fixed on the girl, making the girl also shift away.

"Gue came here to ask for help," said Ridho as he looked at the girl's face, making the girl misbehave with sweat pouring down her forehead.

"Solicit what please?" asked the girl while looking at any direction of fear staring at the face of the young man beside her.

Ridho smiled and took out a Math book that belonged to Indra.

"Please help me solve this problem." Ridho showed me a question he did not understand at all.

Rahma sighed and took the book.

"All right, I'll help you" said Rahma, who finally smiled.

"Please drink the warm tea," said Fatimah who appeared from the kitchen.

Rahma began to help Ridho solve the problems, he tried to explain the part that the young man did not understand. After a long time with repeatedly wrong, Ridho finally worked on the matter correctly. Then move on to other problems that Ridho may not understand. Patiently Rahma taught him to not feel the time to show at 10 p.m.

"Udah is done Rahma, my answer is right. Eh he sleeps," said Ridho, looking at Rahma's face in deep sleep leaning against the sofa.

Ridho glanced at the watch. "It turns out it's 10, why so fast? Studying with him doesn't bore me at all" Ridho murmured.

"Gue wake up. Kasian is also awake." Ridho laid Rahma on the sofa with his sleeping position.

"Eh Nak Ridho, the king fell asleep?" ask Fatimah who just came out of the room.

"Wa'alaikum salam" said Fatimah's mother, smiling.

At 3 am Rahma woke up, and she was surprised when she found out she was sleeping on the sofa. He got up and went to the bathroom in the kitchen.

That afternoon during the break Rahma sat in the park while eating the provisions he brought from home. Today he brought his own rendang which he made this morning. Cuisine that comes from the field is indeed one of Rahma's favorite foods.

After reading the prayer slowly he ate the food.

"What's that?" ask someone who is beside Rahma.

The man immediately took Rahma's food which he had just a few tablespoons.

"We exchange supplies, yes, I also bring stock." The man thrust his box of supplies at Rahma.

"Let's take it, from now on we exchange supplies," said the person again.

With hesitation Rahma took the box with the tupperware brand and opened it.

"Eat," said the man while eating the provisions carried by Rahma.

Rahma also ate the provision of the man who was none other than Ridho.

"It turns out rendang is delicious too huh, this lo the cook?" Ridho chewed on the beef rendang he bit.

"Yes." Yeah."

Actually, the young man did not like danging cow, but somehow the cuisine from the field made him like it.

A few weeks later the Semestes 1 exam began.

That morning the supervising teacher handed out a paper to each of the students. Ridho calmly took the test, somehow the test times did not make it difficult. Likewise with Rahma, the girl was casually doing those things.

"It's not in vain that I studied last night at Rahma's house" muttered Ridho who appeared to be smiling.

While Indra was a bit surprised to see his friend was not as usual. Sometimes he looked at Ridho's answer sheet. Ridho quickly closed his answer sheet.

"Sok pretentious lo Bro, at most your answers are all wrong," murmured Indra in his heart.

Two hours had passed, now was the time for the disciples to gather the answer sheet forward.

"Crazy because it's hard, Bro, but how can you calm down anyway?" asked Indra who looked astonished.

"Difficult from where, obviously the problem is easy," said Ridho while walking towards the parking lot.

"Easy? Don't joke, Bro." Indra followed Ridho towards the parking lot.

"Who is joking, I'm serious times," said Ridho who went straight into his car and drove the car home.

While at home Ridho greeted bik Ira with Friendly.

"Den, sir has returned from outside Den city" said bik Ira.

Hearing his papa coming home, Ridho became lazy. He immediately passed into his room not caring for his father who was sitting in the living room.

"Ridho where are you going?" hermana asked a little loudly when she saw her son was about to get out of the house.

Ridho did not answer at all the middle-aged man's question. He immediately got into his car and left the middle-aged man who was looking at him with annoyance there.

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