Hijrah in the Way of God
Cilokba

Go home empty handed. The wife must be disappointed in him. Motor slowed down entering the simple housing complex. The white man with unfriendly eyes sighed many times.

The door opened slowly. A 25-year-old man walked into his modest home. Silent. Is the woman asleep? he thought, without stopping his steps.

Justright. The woman fell asleep on the sofa facing the television. Ridho breathed a sigh of relief. Mercifully.

He had a glance at the clock. It's eleven o'clock at night apparently. It is only fitting that the woman in a knee-length dress has slept.

Ridho approaches his sleeping wife. His outstretched hand touched the woman's cheek which felt smooth. Masya Allah is the Beautiful Wife of Brother. He smiled softly. Looking at the face of the woman who accompanied him these few years. Accept all its shortcomings.

It's lucky Ridho. Through this woman God guided him. I don't know what happens if Ridho doesn't meet his wife at High School. Will he remain a religionless Ridho?

A soulful kiss on the wife's forehead wrapped in affection. The sense of love is matchless. Ridho carried his woman carefully towards the room.

***

In the morning at dawn, the woman dressed in a mukena asked what she wanted last night to her husband.

The man in Koko's clothes fell silent. The woman kept asking.

Ridho scratched the temple while grinning. Still remember that. "Mm that's anu-m

Rahma looked confused.

"Nobody's selling, honey."

The beautiful woman pouted. Ridho was wrong. "Mm Darling. Don't be sad! I'll look for it again!"

There's no reply. Ridho is panicking. "I'm really looking again" he said, shifting his seat closer to his wife. He held the woman's cold hand. "Don't be angry!"

Pause a few moments.

"Don't you?"

"Yes?" Ridho raised next to an eyebrow looking at his wife's expression.

"Baby cradle. I don't want vegetables anymore."

The woman with a gentle gaze looked into the eyes of the husband. "His grandfather wants to poke," he said.

"Tape?" Ridho scratched his non-itchy head. What is a lick? What is a kind ...

"Yes that round shape!"

Roundabout? Ridho thought hard. "Know that round fried impromptu isn't it, anyway?"

"I'm not. When did you not know Cilok? Never eat what lizard?"

Ridho. He never ate that all this time.

"Try to search on google deh," said the woman then stood up while removing the face. Hang it with the prayer mat.

Ridho grabbed the phone on the nightstand. Fiddling with that thing. "Oh this?" White man showing cell phone screen. "Didn't anyone in our school sell this?"

***

The morning wind was cold. The sun greeted behind the clouds. Motorized man matic gouging the streets. Now his mission is to hunt for aaronic treasure. It means hunting lizards. He considered the cilok to be a very valuable treasure.

After last night he failed to hunt lontong should not fail also hunting treasure round, but not round or oblong-long tofu.

Motor stops in front of the gate of the private SMA. The man in the black hoodie jacket descended on it. Both hands he put in his pocket to dispel the cold of the morning.

A pair of long legs of white men stepped towards the cart that read Cilokba.

"It's a peck, isn't it, sir?"

"Yes, Deck."

"It's 50 grand, sir!"

The lizard.

The black hoodie man's attention was distracted by a car that had just arrived stopping in front of him. Someone known to come down from there.