Hijrah in the Way of God
Displacements

"This is our new home."

Ridho enthusiastically pulled out a key and gave it to his wife.

"I can only buy a house like a gini doang. No pa-pa, yeah."

Rahma. The key to the house had already switched to his hand. "I think it's good. I like it." Rahma turned the key and the door opened.

Calligraphy of Allah and Muhammad that Rahma captured upon entering. The house is clean with light blue walls. There is a circular sofa in the living room and there is a TV as well.

When Rahma went deeper it turned out that the house only had two rooms. And the kitchen is not much size.

"Later malem we eat out yeah." Ridho smiled seductively. " Such a dinner" he said.

Rahma seemed to think. "What a hell," the horse.

It made Ridho pout. "Come on, Yang," he whined. Wiggling Rahma's arm until the clothes she had folded were scattered on the floor.

"Yes yes." Rahma relented. "But finish this first" picked up the clothes on the floor and gave them to Ridho.

"Where can I take this, Yang." Ridho brandished his shirt in the air.

"Then what do you think?"

The woman grabbed the shirted shirt and folded it again.

"Tice you."

Ridho pinched Rahma's cheek and then blurred away. It made Rahma shake her head. Her husband's behavior is still like a boy. Until now, they have not been blessed with children. Maybe her husband is not fit to be a father. Her thought.

Rahma patted her head slowly. Of course what he had in mind was not true. The problem of children when it has been arranged by God. He must have a lot of patience.

Rahma collapsed after finishing tidying all the clothes into the closet and then fell asleep.

* * *

Rahma blinked her eyes a few times. The lyrics of the clock on the nightstand turned out to be four in the afternoon. That means he slept a long time too. Her thought.

Rahma sat down and got out of bed. The goal is now the bathroom. Clean yourself and then wudhu to perform ashar prayers.

"Shadaqallahul'azhiim..."

Rahma closed the holy book after she finished reading it. Then his thoughts turned to the man who had been with him for one year. Where's that guy? The eyes of Rahma roam all corners. There's no such figure.

Rahma standing. Tidying the face and putting it with the scriptures on the nightstand. Then out of the room to the living room looking for the man. "Nothing."

Sighing for a moment the woman walked into the kitchen. The water he needed now. A dry throat makes him want to drink.

Rahma stopped looking at the back. Turns out the guy's here. Why is he in the kitchen?

Feeling someone watching Ridho turn his head. "Darling to wake up?"

Rahma nodded, continuing her steps towards the dispenser.

After drinking Rahma asked, "What's wrong in the kitchen?"

"Well, can you cook?"

"Can dong."

"What kind of cooking?"

Riddho. He proudly showed off his cooking. Two plates filled with food were brought to the table.

"Instant noodles?"

Rahma's forehead wrinkled. Cook instant noodles anyone can also time. Her thought.

"Take dong, sweetie." Ridho. "I cook it with love."

Rahma smiled. Do not want to offend the husband he ate indomie cooked with love he said.

"Nake?"

Rahma sipped water. "Hm."

Not satisfied with Rahma's answer. "Just hmm doang?"

"Great boy, sweetie..."

That's the answer Ridho wanted. His eyes sparkled and smiled wide.

Rahma giggled amusedly. "Don't look at that smile!"

"Why?"

"Kayak is like a clown's brother."

Ridho's smile faded. "Where is a clown kayak," swallowed the indomie he had chewed. "It's like a clown which you might want" he said.

Rahma. "It's love even though it's like a clown doesn't matter."

Ridhi smiled again. This time it wasn't as wide. "You love me?"

"According to Brother?

"I think..."

Ridho displays his white teeth. "You love him the same clown."

Ridho laughed until the indomie he ate spurted onto the table.

"She's a slovenly brother."

That is all Rahma can say. Somehow he didn't like to see the man laugh like he was mocking him.

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