Hijrah in the Way of God
These flowers are beautiful, but

Exactly at 5 pm, the dark blue matic went into the trunk that was not much. On it the guy in the dongker shirt is a little tangled down with a pair of long legs. He pulled his hair back after taking off his helmet. Then take a paper bag containing flowers that are clad in the motor along with the briefcase.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said after opening an unlocked door from the outside.

He heard the words from the kitchen. He knew his wife was cooking for him. It just so happened that he had not eaten anything since noon. It feels really impatient to taste the delicious cuisine of his wife according to him.

"Just come home, Bang?"

Rahma who was already in front of him asked as she grabbed her hand for a kiss. Then took the briefcase from her husband's hand without caring about the paper bag in the other man's hand.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late" she replied. Today Ridho was only a half hour late, but still he felt guilty to his wife. Especially when they were recently married, Ridho often came home late at night because of overtime and his guilt was much greater than this.

"It's okay" Rahma said with a smile. "It's only half an hour late."

Ridho rubbed his wife's head fondly. Then suddenly kneeling made the woman startled by his actions. "What's up?" tanyakanya.

Ridho smiled. He pulled out a lily in the paper bag he was holding. Fortunately it was not broken, his mind said. The man is ready to become the most romantic husband in the world.

"This flower is beautiful, but in my eyes you are much prettier," he started with a flutter that he could and it was enough to make the woman in front of him blush. "This flower is beautiful, but in my eyes you are more beautiful." The man looked up at his wife, his eyes clearly showing how much he loved her. "Take this flower if you like it, but if you don't throw it away if your love for me doesn't get thrown away."

Rahma chuckled at hearing it. There was this Ridho, with a smile that had not faded on his lips he received the flower and then kissed it like in a romantic movie he had seen. "Hailor." But the real world is not as beautiful as drama, because it turns out he elergi flowers.

"Hhh why are you?" Ridho panicked to see his wife's reddened life.

"Hailor."

"Hailor."

He took the flowers back and threw them in the trash.

"But, Bang it's-But

"It's not pa-pa." Ridho cut off the words of his wife who wanted to protest. "You're more important than the flower."

Yes, according to him, Rahma is more important than the flower which only cost 50 thousand. Ridho loved his wife from everything in the world.

"Why are flower allergies taken?"

His hand rubbed his wife's head. "You should have said that."

"Sorry" said Rahma. Actually, he also liked the flower, so he accepted it to forget that he was allergic to flowers.

"I should apologize." He raised Rahma's face to look at her. "I'm sorry ya." Rahma nodded. "So you ran out in the kitchen, right?"

Rahma nodded again.

"What are you cooking?"

"Rendang," replied Rahma who remembered the same cuisine in the kitchen. "I forgot the stove" he said in a panic and ran into the kitchen.

The abandoned Ridho was stunned for a moment. Since when can his wife cook rendang? His wife is not a paddock. How can?

Ridho shook his head, but he also thought of rendang. Better he take a bath than think of the pasture's cooking. Refreshing with cold water.