Hijrah in the Way of God
Zaujati, Japanese

"Uhibbuki mitsla maa antii .. uhibbuki kaifa maa kunti."

"Wa mahmaa kaana mahma shooro. Zaujatii, anti habiibati antii."

A faint smile rose on Ridho's lips while staring at the woman by his side. His grip tightened on his wife as she returned the Arab chant.

"Uhibbuka mitsla maa antaa .. uhibbuka kaifa maa kunta."

"Wa mahmaa kaana mahma shooro. Zaujii, anta habiibii anaa."

Fiko cheered loudly, looking happy to see the romance of the halal couple on stage. Indra listens with a kyusuk, Dino puts her phone on the table, while Tito smiles himself while fantasizing about the more romantic future of the two humans.

The cafe looks melted. The Arabic song of the two men continued.

"Halaalii anti laa akhshaa, 'azuulan himmuhuu maqti."

"Laqod adzinaz zamaanu lanaa biwushlin ghoir munbatti."

"Saqoital hubba fii qolbii bihusnil fi'li wassamta."

"Yaghiibus sa'du in ghibta wa yashful 'aishu in ji'ta."

Two pairs of eyes collided. Highlighting in, revealing an inflated taste. Genuine love and affection.

"Nahaarii kaadihun hatta idzaa maa'udtu lilbaiti."

"Laqii tuka fanjalaa 'annii dhonaaya idzaa tabassamta ..."

"Uhibbuki mitsla maa antii .. uhibbuki kaifa maa kunti."

"Wa mahmaa kaana mahma shooro. Zaujii, anta habiibi anaa."

***

8 months later

The sound of baby crying makes Ridho awake from his sleep. Quickly he checked what was wrong with the baby boy in the box by his side. His hand swiftly grabbed his son gently, then cuddled the baby.

"Alriq why, Bang?"

Apparently the wife woke up hearing the sound of their baby.

"No idea, honey. Suddenly crying."

Rahma sat down from her bed and reached out to her husband. "Here, let me be the fat one, Bang."

Ridho gave the little baby to the woman.

After being suckled by her mother, the baby's cries stopped. Ridho rubbed his dear son's head, then kissed him fat.

"So the son of Sholeh yes, dear!"

The man put Alriq back into the box after falling asleep.

His little family is complete. There is no reason to be unhappy. Especially not grateful.

He smiled at the handsome baby mix between himself and his wife. Then switch to women who gave birth to their children a few weeks ago. Ridho murmured his gratitude many times to the woman.

Ridho could not imagine what his life would be like if he did not meet the woman. It is possible that he is still an unhappy Ridho and hates the world.

***

Early in the morning after the dawn prayer, Ridho was busy in the kitchen cooking for his wife. The menu he cooked was seafood fried rice.

His hands were agilely stirring the rice in a frying pan. Since Rahma was pregnant, the handsome man with sharp eyes was used to cooking various kinds of food.

Although the first failed and the second failed. But, over time, after practicing several times with youtube capital, finally the man with the apron could as well. Although the taste of the food is too ordinary, but Rahma still appreciates it.

His smile expands when tasting his dishes that have been served on the plate. Hopefully his wife likes it, he prays in his heart.

The handsome man took off the apron before going to the room, roasting the wife.

"Dear breakfast yuk! I've cooked seafood fried rice for you." Ridho smiled widely and greeted the baby who was still asleep.

"I'm sorry, Bang. I'm taking nicotine." Rahma looked bad, the husband cooked for her.

"Who's got nicotine. Cooking is my real job" the white man replied while helping his wife walk out of the room.

He carefully pulled the chair for Rahma. Let the woman sit there. While the handsome man wearing the white shirt chose to sit on the side.

The plate containing his cooking he shifted towards Rahma. She slowly ate it after reciting the prayer.

"Where?"

Ridho seemed to be waiting for his wife's comment about his cooking this time.

"Lumayan," said Rahma paused. "Enak," he continued.

Ridho patted his chest proudly. "Yes dong. Who used to cook, Ridho." They both laughed, looking happy.

~End~