Hijrah in the Way of God
I love you, My wife

Ridho took out all his stomach contents. His eyes were red from vomiting. All eyes were on the man.

Visitors stopped their activities. One of the employees swiftly cleaned the floor of his boss vomit. Mopping up kinclong and fragrant.

Rahma pulled out a small tissue from her bag, wiping her husband's mouth. "What's sick?" tanyanya's worried. Ridho retorted with a soft slit, he didn't feel like it.

"Let's go home" asked Rahma to pull her hand. Ridho held his body, not wanting to go home.

"Today my cafe just opened up, honey. Time I must leave. The latest part is still I have not taught how to make another menu, I just taught you that is easy," said Ridho at length. The black pashmina hooded woman sighed, she let go of her husband's hand, then sat down on one of the chairs. Ridho followed and sat down in front of him.

Rahma circulated the surrounding view, this cafe does not seem to have many visitors, just a few. It was all female, which if noticed seemed to glance towards her husband. The woman clasped Ridho's hand suddenly. He tried to show off his affection and hope all the women knew that what they were lyrically with an amazed look was the husband of people. But today there are many actors scattered on the face of this earth. It was proven that the women did not care whether the handsome man in front of him already had a wife or not. Their eyes were still fixed on one point.

Rahma's upset. He stood up, peeking at Ridho in front of many people. Her husband looked surprised by the sudden action, but still smiled because he liked it. The handsome man retorted, holding his head, giving a kiss on his forehead and left right cheek. "Tumben you're like this?" tanyanya smiled seductively.

The tip of Ridho's lips was getting interested, feeling happy. Incredibly happy, the pregnant woman is getting different, but she loves it. Rarely did his wife kiss him like this, but why now give him a kiss on his cheek in a public place? How strange. Maybe you have a craving again? thought. Dedek baby in the belly of his wife wants to kiss his papa. It just might be.

Fiko and Tito closed their eyes with their fingers. Although it actually still looks. The two singles were both grimacing, looking at romantic things in plain sight. While Dino, the teacher, is still busy with his phone. The face of the glasses guy looked serious.

Indra came down from upstairs. His stomach was relieved to defecate in the new toilet. He frowned at the sight of the two singles closing their eyes with their fingers. Those eyes moved on Dino, nothing strange, still like that. Then to visitors, enjoy the menu, it seems the same as before. Why did the two employees close their eyes?

He glanced at Ridho and Rahma who looked at each other. And that's where he found the answer. The halal couple seemed to consider this world to belong to both of them, her and the others were merely transparent. Yasalam. Indra sat back near Dino, looking out at the glass.

"I love you, my wife," whispered Ridho. Rahma blushed, face flushed. "I love you too, my husband," she replied softly. Ridho couldn't bear to pinch those two blotting cheeks. Then he pulled his wife's hand onto a small stage, which no one had occupied.