Hijrah in the Way of God
Shopping

Trolley moves when pushed by someone. The very handsome young man followed his wife, looking busy choosing kitchen ingredients. His steps stopped as his phone rang. He gave the trolley to the woman and asked her permission to pick up the phone.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I want to ask! Which one is it?"

Rahma turned to the young man behind her who looked confused with ginger and galangal in hand.

"This one, Dek," Rahma replied as she pointed to the young man's right hand.

"Oh this is yes. Thanks, Ma'am." He put the galangal back in his left hand into place. Then put the ginger into the plastic before weighing.

"Pending yourself, Ma'am?" ask the young man again, like mince words.

"It's my own thing, ma'am. Mommy told me to shop here this morning." He breathed heavily. "It turns out that it's complicated, too" he lamented.

Rahma could only smile stiffly. The question is not answered yet, but this person is already sick again. As he moved, the young man continued to follow him. That woman looks uncomfortable.

"Whose name, Ma'am?"

"Where to die? I'll take you home, right?"

And now it's getting worse. Fortunately Ridho immediately came to his rescue from this young man.

"Well, that's what I brought home! Go home to mercy but!"

***

On the other hand, Ridho who just hung up the phone squinted at the sight of Rahma followed by a rancid boy. Steps hastily. Didn't want to let that rancid boy continue to be near his wife.

"Where to die? I'll take you home, right?"

"Well, that's what I brought home! Go home to mercy but!"

"Eh?" The little boy blinked, then looked confused at him.

Ridho took over the trolley his wife was holding. Then go from there holding the woman's hand, not caring about the surprised look on the girl's face.

"Everything is complete, right?" asked Ridho when he got near the cashier. Rahma checked the stuff once again. When he felt something he had forgotten, the woman left.

***

Ridho frowned when he saw what his wife had brought. "What is this for?" tanyanya, after noticing the object in his wife's hand.

"What is this tool for?" rahma asked back while looking at her husband.

"Pregnancy test," she replied slowly.

"That's what you know." Rahma handed the thing in her hand to the cashier. Ridho looked at her sadly. He knew his wife was expecting a child. Again.

"So the results are not as you wish do not be disappointed!" He rubbed his wife's head, kissing her at a glance regardless of the eye gaze of the people who were queuing up including the little boy.

"You want to be friendly to see the place dong," chirped the boy as he turned his face. If only he had a wife, it would be more than that. Unfortunately, Mami forbade her from getting married before college. He was dating, but afraid of sin. He has to be a true single.

"Syirik aja the boy," replied Ridho looking at him sharply. Rahma rubbed her hand so as not to get emotional. "Patience," he whispered.

"Yes, honey." He kissed his wife's cheek which made a hot aura stick in the air. At least that's how the little boy felt behind him.

Mami find your son a wife, the boy grimaces. However, he had to persuade his mother to marry him to a neighbor's child. He could no longer be tormented like this.