Hijrah in the Way of God
Happiness is unexpected
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Ridho is still resigned to his condition, he did not fight Doni at all.
The young man looked at Rahma who kept crying.
"God what might my life just get here. I'm sincere if it's my destiny, but please don't let her cry**" Ridho's inner self withstood the pain all over her body.
"I beg ... Stop hitting him again. Ridho don't just shut up, don't let him keep hurting you. Don't mind me" cried Rahma in her sobs.
"Silent lo," snapped a dizzy-looking Doni looking at Rahma who just kept shouting and crying.
He approached Rahma who was still bound and seated. One of Ranjes' gang children who is also a friend of Doni is still pointing a knife at Rahma.
Doni clutches one hand against Rahma's cheek. So that made the girl look up. Then slapping the girl heard very loud. There was blood coming out of the corner of the girl's lips as a result of Doni's slap.
Ridho who witnessed it instantly got up. He slowly approached towards Doni. His leg managed to kick Doni's head and then kick Doni's friend's hand until the knife in his hand was slammed away.
Blindly he continued to beat Doni until overwhelmed and immediately fainted.
Then move on to Doni's friend who was holding the knife earlier. The same attack he did to Doni's friend. With a short time, Doni's friend collapsed and fell on the floor.
Ridho approached Rahma and opened the bonds in her hands and in her feet. "Lo's okay?" tanyakanya.
The girl shook her head with a still sobbing cry.
"Let's go home" Ridho asked.
"I'm sorry" said Rahma, who was still crying.
"Udah don't apologize. It's not all your fault. It happened because of my mistakes in the past. I should be the one apologizing the same. Because of my mistakes you also get affected," said Ridho who felt guilty.
Ridho offers a handkerchief to Rahma. "Remove your tears, I'll hurt even more if you cry."
Rahma took the handkerchief and wiped her tears with the handkerchief.
"Let's go home" Ridho asked again.
Rahma nodded and they finally left the old house.
When he reached Rahma's house, Ridho's car stopped driving.
"Rahma," called Ridho as the girl was about to get out of the car.
"Yes what's wrong?" ask Rahma.
"Is that sick?" tanya Ridho pointed at the corner of Rahma's bloody lips.
"It doesn't hurt as much as you feel" Rahma said.
"Rahma do you like me?" asked Ridho expectantly.
Rahma was silent, she did not answer the young man's question.
Ridho thrust out a small box containing a ring.
"What's this?" rahma asked confused.
"Gue wants to propose to you. Will you accept my proposal?" Ridho looked at the girl beside him.
Rahma looks shocked. "Lammar?" tanyanya could not believe it.
"Hmm." Ridho nodded his head
"But." Rahma still looks less trusting.
"Why? You don't want to? I know I'm not a good person" said Ridho looks disappointed.
"Make that."
"Then what?"
"We are still in school" Rahma said.
"Gue just wants to lamar you now. If you accept we will marry after graduation," said Ridho.
"I-I accept," he replied later.
"really?" asked Ridho enthusiastically, the corner of his lips he pulled form a smile.
Rahma nodded her head in response to the young man's question.
"thank you. Thank you very much" said Ridho with teary eyes. He looks very happy.
Rahma takes the ring contact in Ridho's hand.
"Do you want me to wear it in your hand?" tanya Ridho changed his call towards the girl. He tried to get used to talking sweetly.
"No need. We are not muhrim. I'm wearing it myself." Rahma opened the ring box and put it on her ring finger.
Ridho looked pleased, finally his happiness would come soon as he thought.
"I went inside first. Don't forget to treat your wounds at home." Rahma opened the car door and got out of the car.
"Yes, I'll treat her at home" replied Ridho smilingly looking at the girl.
"Don't forget to treat your wounds too" Ridho continued, then drove his car away from the girl's house.
When he arrived at the house Ridho still looks happy. He had obtained something very valuable for him. The word thank God continues to say in his heart, not expecting God's plan is very beautiful for him.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Ridho said as he entered the house.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." Bik Ira who had just come from the kitchen was whistling.
"Aden it's Aden's face why is it battered so?" ask Bik Ira pointed at the face of his master's son.
"Oh this. It's okay, Bik. Please get me the P3K box, Bik," Ridho said.
"Well Aden," replied Ira. He went to find a P3K box.
Not long ago Ira brought back the P3K box her employer's son asked for and gave it to the young man.
Ridho picked up the contact and said, "Still, Bik. I'm going upstairs first." The young man looked happy smiling.
"Yes Aden."
"Si Aden or why. Face battered so really even smiles so," muttered Ira wonder while shaking his head.
In the room Ridho reflected his face and then treated the wounds on his face. After that he treated the wounds all over his body.
"This injury is nothing compared to my happiness today" Ridho murmured while watching the wounds on his dozens. Seems a lot of bruises there.
"Allah thank you. Thank you for the happiness you gave today" Ridho smiled.
"Hopefully I can be a better person again" he murmured again.
Then he went to the bathroom and afterwards performed the magrib prayer.
At Rahma's house her mother looks surprised to see the corner of the princess' lips there is blood that has dried.
"Why is your lips?" ask Ms. Fatimah looks very worried.
"Where did you come home at this hour?" ask Fatimah again.
"It's okay, ma'am." Rahma passed away leaving her mother. Avoiding the middle-aged woman's question.
In the room Rahma also treated the wound on the corner of her lips. He looks smiling in the mirror.
"Thank you for today's happiness, God," murmured Rahma looking at her face in the mirror of her room.
Then he looked at Ridho's gift ring. "I didn't expect this to happen. How could anyone who used to hate me so much like me now. It feels impossible, but maybe not for God."
Rahma passed away to the bathroom that was near the kitchen. Clean himself up then pray magrib.
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