Hijrah in the Way of God
I'm sorry

"Which?" Ridho turned around, there was a sense of hesitation in his heart to tell the events that had befallen his wife.

"Yes." Yeah." Rahma seemed to wait. Her forehead creased, turning her face to her husband.

Stiffness hit his chest cavity. Time and again Ridho sighed to ease it. "I'm sorry," he said. Unable to continue his words anymore, the man lowered his head along with his tears falling down. Then he quickly wiped it.

Trying to dare to stare closely at his wife's two eyeballs. "Sorry." Only that can come out of his mouth. Again his tears fell. The man sobbed.

"Why?" Rahma chuckles.

"You're a freak. It's so good to be crybaby."

Hearing the words of his wife the man grew sobbing. Body vibrates. He hugged his wife. This made Rahma confused. Her husband is not usually like this.

"What's really going on?"

Could there be a serious problem, the woman thought. She returned her husband's embrace.

Ridho hesitantly said, "the doctor said you're pregnant, but-"

The man sobbed again making Rahma pat his back so that his crying subsided. "But what?"

Ah it seems that Rahma was anxious with her husband. Is this really her husband? Why so crybaby?

"Your mother just miscarried."

Deg

"A-pa?"

The sentence of ridicule in the mind for her husband instantly disappeared. Hugs off. "I'm gu-washy?" tanyanya. Maybe he heard it wrong, right.

Ridho. Then he hugged his wife who was sobbing like himself. This time not only he was a whiny, his wife was also a whiny because of this. Both were hurt and disappointed.

"Sorry Honey. It's all my fault."

Rahma took off her embrace, then rubbed her wet cheek. "No, it's not your fault."

"It's my fault that I can't take care of you."

Rahma shakes. "It's destiny. God has the best plan. So don't think it's your fault" he said. It was hard, but the woman tried. Maybe it's not time they became parents.

* * *

A week later, after the incident Ridho was still overwhelmed with sadness. Even that week he had a day off work. He did not want to leave his wife at home, but she was not alone. There are both of his in-laws guarding.

That morning Ridho was already wearing his full work clothes. Helped Rahma put a tie even though Ridho had been banned.

The bright smile he forced made Ridho's heart ache. He knew his wife was just trying to comfort him.

"Breakfast before you go!"

Towards the dining table Rahma took a plate for her husband, then she filled rice with side dishes that had been available.

After dawn, the woman had been cooking with the help of her mother.

"I'm leaving!"

A few minutes after the rice on the plate ran out Ridho stood up and reached out to kiss his wife.

Then turn to his two in-laws by doing the same thing his wife did.

"Mother Ridho's father is leaving! Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

* * *

The dark blue matic motor breaks the density of the capital. The earless roar of his machine did not bother the people around.

The cool morning breeze provides comfort for the rider. Ridho looks calm riding his bike. Today he must work passionately after a protracted sadness that befell him.

The motor stops when the red light is on. Ridho took out the cellphone in his pants pocket. Look for a contact name that says 'Indra' there.

"Hallo!"

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Later in the afternoon, wasn't it busy?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"OKAY. Assalamu'alaikum."

Just when Ridho hung up the phone, the red light had turned green, making him have to continue the journey.

* * *

"What's really going on?"

Without further ado, Indra immediately asked. Cafe that is not too crowded becomes a meeting place with his old friend. After these few months they rarely met because the man sitting before him was very busy.

There was no time for him to hang out with his friends. Ridho had to work hard to save even not infrequently the man overtime to get more bonuses.

Indra frowned, his brain was trying to remember.

"The head of the Ranjes gang" he said after a few seconds.

Ridho nodded when that was not a question.

"A few weeks ago I met him."

Indra sipped her warm coffee on the table, listening. "He's bothering Lo?"

"For him my wife miscarried."

The words that the man said. He looked down and wiped his tears.

Indra patted his best friend's shoulder. This time he saw the man crying. Her temprament friend who was fierce to everyone turned out to be able to cry too?

"Gue mourns what happened to Lo's wife. Then what's Lo's plan?"

Ridho raised his head. Trying to hold back her crying. "Please help me find him."

Indra agreed without asking. The mood of his sabahat is again bad, he must understand his feelings.

"The other news too."

Once again the thick-browed sweet man patted Ridho on the shoulder. Highlighting his eyes was like talking 'Gue knows you're sad, but not like this.' And Ridho only gave a thin forced smile.

* * *

The sun that was about to sink gave beauty in the twilight sky. The voice of Azan rang out. Ridho pulled out his motorbike at the mosque.

The wet face of the ablution water adds to the handsome impression of the man standing behind the priest. Listen to the sweet voice of the faith that leads prayer.

* * *

What will be felt after the completion of the prayer?

Field-hearted. Relieved. Anger disappeared. Cool.

Ridho felt it. After praying the man prayed and then recited for a while.

* * *

"Afara aitumul - maa alladzii tasyrabuun. Anzaltumuu hu minal-munzi amnahul-munziluun. Lau nasyaa u ja'alnaahu ujaajan falau laa tasykuruun."

The melodious voice of his wife reading al-waqiah's letter was heard as Ridho entered the room. Ridho knew the meaning of this verse.

Tell me about the water you drink. Did you put him down or did we put him down? If we willed, we would make him salty, then why are you not grateful?

Be grateful? Is he grateful?

No. gabe. The incident that happened to his wife a week ago made him forget to be grateful. It is too late in sadness.

"Shadaqallahul 'azhiim."

Rahma ended her reading. She turned to her husband who was watching her.

"Cock just got home, Bang?" tanyakanya.

"Meet Indra just now."

"Have you prayed magrib?"

"Well, it was on the street."

The man sitting on the bed stood up. "Don't pray Isya first! Wait for me wudhu. We pray together," he said when he heard the azan reverberate.

* * *

"Darling do you think I should avenge Doni?"

Ridho rubbed Rahma's head which he was holding softly. Kissed her a few times. The smell of shampoo hailed by his wife made him addicted to continue kissing her. They've been lying in bed.

"Do you want revenge?"

"No. I just want to make it a jerk."

Rahma looked up at her husband's dark eyes. "Isn't that the same thing?"

Ridho seemed to think. Ah same yes? But he thinks it's different.

"Sleep you must be tired" he said. Kissed his wife again and closed his eyes.

Isn't that tired guy? Rahma's just at home not anywhere maybe she's tired.

Do not want to take a headache Rahma also closed her eyes. Entering dreamland that sometimes feels real.

* * *

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