Hijrah in the Way of God
Where are you?

The door creaked as it opened, a pair of feet stepped into the house. His eyes caught the darkness. Ridho who looked messy as a result of touring the capital in the middle of the night, bowed lethargic. The man closed the door and locked it.

All the places his wife used to visit until the orphanage he had stopped by. But the woman wasn't there at all. Where else should he look?

Ridho put himself on the mattress when he arrived at the room without changing clothes. He was tired, unable to do anything light.

Honey where are you?

Ridho. He closed his eyes trying to sleep, but could not. All this time the handsome man slept hugging his wife. The woman's absence here makes this room so different.

He turned his body to the right and to the left, but drowsiness was not felt. The man was forced to go to the bathroom staggering. Maybe with a shower, it will be more comfortable.

Fifteen minutes he was in the bathroom, Ridho came out with his wet hair disheveled. The man shivered. Skin paled. Cold weather stabbed his body.

He quickly ran to bed and sucked under a thick white blanket.

Anybody would look at that man. Stand by when things are like this. Gigil still he felt even though there was a blanket that covered his body. Ridho tightly grumbled the white cloth, enduring the coldness he felt.

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In the last third of the night, Rahma was awake. He rushed to the bathroom for ablution. The woman immediately performed the sunnah worship that she rarely left behind.

He prayed and cried after ending his worship. Ask for instructions on what to do with her husband.

His heart saw what happened in the office yesterday. Not to mention a photo sent from an unknown number. A photo of a woman hugging her husband on the side of the road just as the man was late coming home.

Rahma's sobs dominated the room. She was really disappointed in her husband.

I'm disappointed, but why can't I stay away from you?

Why do I miss you?

Rahma lost she couldn't be away from her husband. The woman was looking for a cell phone to contact Ridho.

Pangilan is connected, but there is no sign of someone across there replying. In the second call was also the same not raised by the man.

The woman gave up, put her phone on the prayer mat while continuing to cry. Bad prejudices continue to haunt him. The man did not seem to care about his feelings that he had hurt.

A few seconds later, the object on top of the dark blue prayer rang. With trembling hands Rahma picked it up when she saw the name on the phone screen.

"Hallo. Assalamu'alaikum Darling." The voice of the person across greeted after he shifted the phone-shaped green button. Sounding soft and loud.

"Wa-wa'alaikumussalam."

"You misunderstood, honey. The woman suddenly hugged me. I was mad about to drag him out, but my leg was on the table and what you saw happened."

"But why did you let a woman who wasn't your mahram into your room?" tanya Rahma cornered Ridho.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let it."

Rahma. He breathed heavily.

"You don't get mad, honey. I cannot betray you. I love you so much." The man's voice weakened. Rahma was worried about choosing to ask.

"Why you?"

"I'm not pa-pa, honey. Where are you? I'm gonna pick you up?"

"I'm at mom's house. I'll come home later, don't pick me up" Rahma replied. A little relieved in his heart hearing the man's explanation.