Hijrah in the Way of God
Getting angry?

Ridho gawked as his wife placed a thick brown ampoule on her right palm. He was surprised. "What's this?" tanyanya did not understand.

Rahma was silent for a moment. Thinking of the words he would say so that the man sitting in front of him was not offended. "I-it's." Throat's choked. How to explain it? She was afraid that her husband was angry. And considered as if he had been underestimated by his own wife.

Without waiting for the woman's answer. Ridho opened the thick brown envelope in his hand. His eyes widened to see the red paper of hundreds of thousands inside the ampoule. "What is this for?"

He quickly returned the envelope to his wife. "I know you're going to help me. But please let me fight alone." As if I knew what his wife had in mind.

Ridho stood up and went to his room. Slamming the door of the room a bit strong to make Rahma jumped. Was her husband angry?

With an erratic feeling Rahma follows Ridho to the room.

"Don't you?"

The call came out of Rahma's mouth. This new call for a few months changed for a man who was lying on a mattress. The man closed his eyes. Makes Rahma think if the man had slept? Was her husband asleep that fast? It can't be.

With a little fear Rahma sat on the bed. Then she pulled her husband's arm. "Don't you?" Who only replied deheman slowly from Ridho.

"Anged?"

No answer from the man made Rahma a little upset. It was wrong to help her husband. Wouldn't it be too much if her husband was angry with her. That means good.

"Don't you?"

Again only a slow deheman came out of the man's mouth. Rahma clucking. "Maaaf," he whined.

Ridho pulled the corner of his lips. "OK I'm sorry, but there are conditions," he said grinning ignorantly.

"Condition?"

Eyebrow Rahma linked. His feeling became uneasy when he saw the ignorant grin from that handsome face.

"Do you have to use all the conditions?"

Rahma never thought the more the day her husband's behavior became more strange, according to him.

"You're not forgiven?" Ridho seemed to deliberately make the woman even more annoyed. It seems fun too. "You don't want me to stay angry" he continued.

"OK-okay," replied Rahma quickly. "What's the condition?" tanyakanya.

Cold sweat splashed on his temples. Suddenly tense atmosphere. And in the end the man made a sound.

"Sleep."

Crusty krik krik krik

The crickets sounded too. "What?"

Ridho pulled his wife to lie on his right side. "Sleep," repeated. Wrap his hands around his wife's waist tightly. Until the smell of the woman's body is very clearly smelled in her sense of smell. "It's late at night. Sleep and close your eyes." He peeked briefly at his wife's forehead and closed his eyes.

Rahma breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he just told her to sleep. And in the end she muttered something in her husband's ear. "Good husband" she praised in a soft tone. She hugged her husband and closed her eyes.

* * *

Four-wheeled vehicles passed by amid the density of the capital. Air pollution on the streets made an old grandmother who was about to cross coughed. Rahma who just got off the taxi approached the old grandmother. Offering help to get the old granny to cross with him.

Rahma gave a greeting that the old grandmother answered immediately. Then offer help. The old grandmother took to agree to look grateful that someone helped her cross. Understandably because he was old he was a bit afraid to cross. His eyes were also starting to get a bit farsighted.

"Thank you Cu."

Rahma smiled and nodded. "Together, Grandma," she replied. "Grandma's eating?" tanyakanya. The grandmother fell silent and replied without hesitation. "Come inside," she glanced at the door of her restaurant. "There's a lot of food inside."

"But Cu. I ..." The grandmother paused her words. "I don't have any money" he later said.

"Don't worry." Rahma widened her smile. "Specialty for grannies any food that is there is free. Grandma can eat as much."

* * *

One plate of food is gone. The old grandmother sitting in front of Rahma looked full. The white water in the glass he gulped down. It seemed that the old granny was not only hungry, but also thirsty. Rahma grimacing. Remembering the old granny said she was left on the street a few days ago by her own granddaughter. It was sad to see the fate of the old grandmother. I don't know who would abandon his own grandmother like this.

* * *

.

.

.