Hijrah in the Way of God
Wandering

The next day Ridho invites Rahma to his new place of business. Because the condition of the wife is pregnant young so he borrowed Indra's car to go to the place. He did not want the same thing to happen again. Losing again.

The man in the cream shirt was quite traumatized by the incident. That leaves a sore wound. Like a dagger that is stuck into the heart and then pulled out with extra energy. The pain is incredible.

"Where?" It was the third time the question came out of Rahma's mouth.

"Later you'll know." He offered a match with the color of his shirt. "Let's get changed!"

Rahma rebuked, a little cranky because the question did not get a definite answer. But he also took the clothes that were offered after a while he ignored.

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"Whose car?" ask Rahma wonder. Who parked the car in front of people's houses. That's very disrespectful.

"Indra Car" Ridho replied making Rahma turn her head. The man opened the door for his wife, and let her in.

"Where are we, anyway?" The same question again. This time in a annoyed voice.

Ridho gelagapan. "To the cafe," he replied honestly. He glanced at the woman on the silent side after getting a reply. After seeing the face look normal again he breathed a sigh of relief.

Somehow Ridho belongs to the stronghold of husband fear wife. It was like the song Sule had heard as a child.

Maybe because of love it was like this. Maybe he didn't want the woman to leave him. Maybe he had turned into the cowardly Ridho. Although he was very brave.

The car slows down when it gets to its destination. Turn right and then stop.

"Come on!" After opening the car door, Ridho pulls Rahma's hand, then invites her into Islamic The coffee.

When entering Ridho has been welcomed by four of his closest friends. One of them approached the man who had come with his wife.

"Gue wants to hump a nasyid song, Bro," said the man with neatly combed hair. Behind his friend following a sudden gouge," Jan diijinin, Bro. Ntar people on the run horrified her voice."

Fiko glanced cynically at my fellow students during school. "Paan heck lo. Jan's a demon who likes to instigate that."

Ridho chuckled while Rahma frowned. The man looked at his wife. "Islamic The Coffe's our cafe, honey. Today first open," he explained. "Do you like the design? I don't like it when I change."

Rahma looked around in amazement, then nodded, "Like it. But where did you get the capital to make a cafe?"

Ridho commented a gentle smile. The backup turned towards Indra who was sitting while enjoying the menu. "From Indra."

Woman wearing black pashmina hood follows her husband's point of view. "Why not use my money."

"Can't do it, honey. Your money is yours, not mine. Except my new money belongs to you."

"Can pinjem too. Why should minjem to someone else, anyway." The pretty face was pouting again. Ridho did not understand why now the wife is very easy to swallow.

"Indra is no one else, honey. He's my best friend."

"Then what do you think?"

"Yes, Wife."

"Keep why don't you just send the money to me?" The woman's eyes are now glazed. His attitude now changed like an impromptu child.

Ridho scratched his head, confused to respond to what. While the two camps that were arguing earlier were dumbstruck like statues with their mouths slightly open.

"It's not a little money, honey. Do you have any?"

"How much?"

"700 million."

Suddenly Rahma walked towards Indra. "How many accounts?"

Indra spouted his coffee hearing the question. "Make what?" He glanced at Ridho who was behind Rahma. The man shook his head so that Indra would not give.

"Gue didn't memorize the number."

"Yes, it's not on his phone."

"Don't bring a cell phone."

And the so-called object immediately betrayed to cause a ringing sound.

"Well, what is it?"

The stupor of boongnya. The sweet man was fighting a war of eyes at Ridho. They are like talking through the inner eye.

*Gue should be what?

Tell me it's Dino*'s phone*?

Indra immediately glanced at Dino who was still busy playing mobile phones with a serious facial expression.

Dino's playing dumb cell phone. Obviously not from his cell phone.

Find another reason.

Whahuh?

Pretend to have stomach pain!

And the war of the inner eye through the mouth moved it ended. Rahma looked back and found her husband behind her.

"Oh." Indra held her stomach with a dramatic face. "The call of nature calls. I have to go to the toilet first."

"The toilet is upstairs, Ndra," Ridho replied without question.

Indra moved with a slouch. To give off a very foul gas. Right about Dino's nose and then he's creeping everywhere.

The man in conversation cursed. "You want to throw away the wind, see where dong is." Almost his stomach came out because of his friend's reset.

Indra grinned, then ran upstairs.

Rahma and Ridho closed their noses.

"Grandfather."

The liquid mixed with bread flakes fell onto the cafe floor. People stunned.