Hijrah in the Way of God
What happened to Indra?

The falling water spots watering the earth accompanied by plumes. That afternoon it rained down on the dry asphalt roads. The two-wheelers looked to be sheltering in the small shop's head, including the man in the slightly wet suit.

He stared at the water droplets from the sky that were growing bigger and bigger. The man named Ridho rubbed his face when exposed to waterlogging. This little shop did not completely save itself from the rain.

"Allahumma shoyyiban nafi'an," he murmured.

Next to him was a couple who were already old. Smiled at him as he looked. Reply he smiled too. Ridho wished he could be like them too. Continue with Rahma until she dies.

The ringing of the phone in the pocket of the suit shocked him. Someone called.

"Hallo assalamu'alaikum."

"Okay, I'm there."

I don't know who called, but the look on his face clearly showed concern.

After the rain subsided Ridho immediately drove his second wheeled vehicle, driving on the wet asphalt road to somewhere.

***

"He why?" ask Ridho when he gets to his destination.

"I don't know" replied one of his friends. Tito, Ridho's best friend since Junior High.

Ridho crouched down near Indra who looked frustrated. The man was lifeless. I don't know what happened to him.

"Lo why, Ndra?" tanyanya slow. "You have a problem with our story."

Now Ridho and his friends are in the apartment owned by Indra. It was Tito who told him that something had happened to Indra that made his best friend what he is now. Looks fucked.

Seeing Indra just silent, Ridho sighed. "What do you think of us? Your best friend, right?"

"Nisa rejected my proposal," he said, barely heard if Ridho was not nearby. "Say he's been proposed to the same person he loves." Indra looked heavy saying it. "Why not me? Why should anyone else? I think all this time he felt the same as me to him. I was considered a friend."

Ridho patted his shoulder. "Gue knows how you feel, but don't think it's just because of a broken heart. There are still a lot of good women out there who want to be the same, lo" he entertained.

"Yes, Ndra. Lo kan sakep," said Fiko, a friend and subordinate of Indra. "Now I'm saying you're better than me." Indra snorted at him, why is he like a child who is persuaded by adults anyway?

"Emang lo ugly anyway." Tito refuted, Fiko's friend always wanted to invite noisily without seeing the situation and conditions. If only in ordinary circumstances Fiko would surely swear, but because now it is not unusual then he was forced to hold everything.

"Sholat gih," told Ridho to the man who wiped the tears. "Lo hasn't prayed magrib, has he?"

Indra nodded. He stood up, almost falling if Ridho did not hold his body. "Do you want me to go to the bathroom?" bargained for. Afraid that his best friend slipped in the bathroom.

"No need!" reject Indra. Upon realizing something he looked at Ridho unwell. "Lo's clothes wet?" tanyanya, feeling guilty because of her Ridho's raffle here. "Take my shirt in the room. Quickly change your clothes!" After that, he walked to the bathroom for ablution.

***

"Where? More calm is his feeling after prayer?" Indra nodded in return. Justifies. His feelings are better than before. Why did he forget this.

"Move on, Ndra! You can definitely get better than him." Ridho glanced at Dino who had been silent since he came. "Lo also moved on, Din!"

"Who am I?" why is he the one who was brought in thought Dino. "Gue never fell in love with her."

"It's late to go home, Bro," told Tito as he glanced at the watch. "Udah clock. Bini you must be nyariin."

Hearing that Ridho patted his forehead. He forgot not to tell Rahma that he went to Indra's place. He quickly checked his cell phone which turned out to be dead. How did Rahma contact him?

"Gue go home first. Assalamu'alaikum," he said, hurriedly leaving from there.