Hijrah in the Way of God
Coffee of the future

In the morning Rahma decided to go home to her husband. The woman opened the door of the house with a spare key before entering. He said a greeting, but did not get a reply.

He thought the house was empty and the occupants had gone to work. But is it possible so early?

The woman continued her steps. Hurry up and go to the room. The subtle snoring sound of someone there made him approach the bed.

He intended to wake her up, but stopped when the person curled up under the blanket opened his eyes.

"Darling?" The man who was her husband quickly sat down and hugged her tightly. His voice sounded weak.

"What's sick?" rahma asked worriedly when she felt her husband's abnormal body temperature. The woman tried to let go of the man's embrace, looking into the eyes of her dear husband.

"Aren't you angry, honey?" Ridho asked back.

Rahma answered only with a sledgehammer before leaving. A few minutes later the woman carried a tray of porridge and warm water. He put it on the nightstand and took the medicine in the drawer.

"Eat first! Before taking the medicine," he said while thrusting the porridge with a spoon into Ridho's mouth.

Ridho nodded obediently though, he did not like the soft food at all. His eyes did not stop staring at his wife while trying to swallow the porridge in his mouth. "Are you really not angry?" tanyanya tried to make sure. She was afraid that this woman would leave her life again.

"No," Rahma replied as she continued to feed the porridge into her mouth.

"That means you believe in me?"

Rahma put the porridge back on the tray and then took the water and the medicine and gave it to the man in front of her. He waited for a few seconds for the man to take his medicine and said, "I still doubt that."

"What makes you doubt?"

The woman gave her phone to Ridho who the man received with a frown. His eyes were rounded as he looked at the screen of the mobile phone displaying a photo of him in the hug of a familiar woman.

"Who sent you this photo?" He quickly deleted the photo and returned the phone to his wife.

The woman shook her head.

"Someone seemed to have deliberately sent the photo so you could misunderstand it," he seemed to think. "By Allah I will not be touched by any woman but you."

Ridho immediately hugged her. "What's wrong, honey," he said softly. "Then you don't trust me." He kissed the woman's head. Breathe the air deeply.

***

A few days after the incident, Ridho found out who was an unknown person who sent the photo to his wife. He asked for Indra's help because, that man he could rely on at this time.

Indra was willing to help and sent his men to track down the whereabouts of the owner of the number. "It turns out that the person was a man who was a man from your bokap assistant, Bro," he said after getting information. They are now in a cafe that is not crowded. There are only a few visitors here.

"Gue had expected this." The handsome-looking man snorted. "I think the old man should teach me a lesson to be kapok."

"Mr lo woy." Indra looked at him in disbelief.

"Not him, but his assistant."

"Yes kirain lo wants to be a bad boy." Indra waved at the young man in the hat on the other end to order a drink. "Coffee as usual one." Who gets a nod in reply

"Aren't you interested?" Ridho looked at her annoyed.

"Order yourself!"

"Big

"Would you like me to report Rahma?" Indra who knew his friend would swear him a weapon.

"Bang pesen coffee future one!"

"There is no coffee of the future, Bang," replied the young man in the hat.

"What's it?"

"Memory coffee."