Hijrah in the Way of God
What a tiring day

Ridho drives his motor matic at high speed. His skills in wild racing used to be quite functional today. His unpleasant feelings made him want to quickly get home. However, the fate of suddenly the two-wheeled vehicle stopped suddenly which immediately made him want to curse.

The man was forced to push his second-wheeled vehicle which after being examined turned out to run out of gasoline. It's getting late, there's no gas station. Where will he be looking at this hour?

A new luxury car stops next to Ridho. The man ignored him. But when someone called him, he turned his head.

"What are you doing here?" a woman Ridho knew got out of her car.

Ignoring the woman, Ridho kept walking pushing his bike.

"Ridho wait!" The woman was chasing him. "I just want to offer help" he said when he was near Ridho.

"No need," Ridho replied without glancing at him. He did not want to deal with the woman.

"So much do you hate me for not accepting my help?"

The woman looked sad. Ridho was a little sorry to hear it, but anyway the woman was his former lover when High School used to be. He did not want Rahma to misunderstand him. Again he refused it.

Sinta, the woman did not seem to give up. He kept following the man.

"Don't follow me!" Ridho snapped, furious with his behavior.

But instead of being afraid and stop following. Sinta hugged him while crying.

Sinta who was left just trying to get up while muttering," why? why are you the same as me?"

Ridho is his first love. The only person he has loved to date. Two more years they were together, yet someone had snatched the man away from him.

All this time Sinta has tried to forget the man until he moved to school abroad. At that time he was angry, disappointed, and sad after knowing Ridho was just using it. But, now when he saw the man again somehow the sense of wanting to have it came again. Want to be with that guy again. Even though he knew the man was married.

Doesn't matter. Sinta will take it again no matter how. He wiped his tears rough. Her sneaky smile came out from her beautiful face.

***

Ridho knocked on the door several times while saying his greetings, but there was no word. Maybe Rahma was asleep, he thought. Considering it's ten o'clock by now.

The man reached into the pocket of his pants, took the key out of there. Opening the door while wiping the sweat that flows on the forehead as a result of pushing his motor matic to the house.

Darkened. The living room lights are turned off. Perhaps his guess was true that the woman he loved was already asleep. The man locked the door again after entering. Walk towards a dim room. Only the sleeping lights light it.

She saw a woman in her pajamas sleeping. Not on the bed but on the couch. Ridho could guess the woman was waiting for him to fall asleep there.

Ridho moved her from couch to bed carefully so as not to open the woman he had been married for almost two years. Smacked his forehead briefly before passing into the bathroom.

What an exhausting day. Ridho will take a warm bath. At once remove the trace of the bully from his body. Ridho was very angry, upset, and angry. How dare the bully touch him. He will spend a lot of soap tonight even if necessary he will spend the rinso used by Rahma to soak the clothes so that his body is clean from stubborn stains. And sure enough he spent it without thinking about how tomorrow morning Rahma was confused because of the rinso that he just bought only the youngest.