Rahman Bin Rahimah
(Extra parts)

"Why did Mas, from then on kok mulu silent?" the Womb when they got home.

She did not understand Abdar's sudden change in attitude, her husband never silenced her so long as they were married.

"It's okay," replied Abdar Cuek, waltzing off to go upstairs to their bedroom.

Rahimah looked at him, annoyed at being neglected. Adit who had taken them back to the office and did not know with the attitude of Abdar.

"Mas ..." call Rahimah to follow.

"Hmmm," Abdar murmured, he deliberately closed his eyes while lying down regardless of Rahimah.

"Is Mas Abdar, is there a problem?" ask Rahimah quietly, but still heard.

"Nothing, only my head feels dizzy" I'm Abdar.

"Here, let me flinch" he bargained as he sat by the bed near Abdar's head.

"No need, I just need to sleep" Abdar replied flat and coldly.

The words that Abdar uttered were so heartbreaking to his feelings. The heart of the womb is like being pierced by thousands of daggers, sick, sore and wounded but not bleeding. His chest grew so tight that it overflowed into tears.

Abdar's rejection as if deliberately making a fort between himself, slowly Rahimah stood up and walked backwards and immediately turned around the body right as a tearful feather fell on her cheek.

I walked out of the room without saying anything to my husband. Run to the room opposite their still uninhabited room.

Closing the door tightly and locking it, the clear crystal back piled up more and jostled about to come out.

Can't stand it Rahimah chose to bend her body on a medium-sized bed.

Inwardly, Rahimah wondered about Abdar's attitude. Long enough for both of them to be alone and busy with each other's thoughts, without thinking about each other's feelings.

Both of them fell asleep for a long time. They only woke up when Rahman woke up ahead of Ashar and missed Dzuhur.

This time it was not only Abdar who was flat and cold, the Rahimah was too. Rahimah thought if Abdar could be like that, then he could too.

After praying together, Rahimah greeted her husband and son and went straight to the kitchen without greeting Abdar.

Of course Abdar felt astonished, but somehow he let it go and both kept quiet.

Until it opens, Rahimah only talks to Rahman. Abdar, who was getting upset, was getting annoyed.

"Why are you?" abdar asked in the end first, he who was about to go to the mosque was disturbed because he did not reprimand each other for hours.

"Nothing" said Rahimah taking her prayer equipment.

"From now on your attitude has changed, and now you say no?!" abdar snapped while asking.

"Which one am I, my mom? Supposedly, the conscious Mas .. Mas attitude first changed!" reply The womb is firm.

"I wouldn't have acted that way, if you hadn't started it first!" sahut Abdar fierce.

"I started! Start what, Mas?" ask Rahimah to be astonished.

"Are you unconscious, your doctor friend .. He seems to like you and so do you" cried Abdar growled.

Rahimah gasped, totally unexpected at the accusation from her own Husband.

"How is it possible, Mas can conclude like that?" tanya Rahimah looked down at Abdar in tears.

"Everyone who sees it, can also conclude" Abdar said quickly and left the womb alone.

The uterus pecked, looking at the half-closed door with a pushy look. Suddenly his body fell on the spot where he was standing so hard.

"Awww" said Rahimah in pain with a trembling voice while holding her stomach.

Tears collapsed among the pain of falling and being accused. Sobbing, it was hard for him to calm down.

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"Basic, feign unconsciousness" Abdar grumbled as he descended the stairs.

Arriving in front of the living room, Rahman was waiting for him. "Which name, Dad?" asked Rahman glanced upstairs.

"Still on top" said Abdar lazily and sat down beside Rahman.

"In a moment, the tarawih will begin. Why hasn't Mama come down yet?" back Rahman asked while frowning.

Rahman who knew with his mother sipat, who was always on time felt astonished. That's not the habit of the mother.

"Maybe your mother, did not join the tarawih tonight," Abdar said.

Sighing, Abdar felt guilty about what they had been arguing about. Actually Abdar was also curious why Rahimah did not come to follow him.

"No way, Dad! Mama had said, if Mama wants to buy satay after returning home tarawih," said Rahman.

"Yes, let me see again" said Abdar rising from his chair.

"No need Well, let Rahman alone," prevent Rahman immediately stood up and walked quickly.

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Unasked, Rahman immediately grabbed Rahimah's body and helped her stand up. Putting my mom in bed.

"Let Rahman call you first" said Rahman to leave, but his hand held him.

"no need. Don't tell this to your father, just say that Mama has a stomachache and can't go to the mosque" he said.

"And don't say Mama, cry," Rahimah asked seriously

Rahman did not understand, but his head nodded obediently, "Okay ma."

"But, Mama's okay, right?" worry Rahman.

"Hmmm, Mama just abdominal pain .. later will also be cured soon. You leave soon, it's late."

"Mom so, right .. want to buy satay? Later Rahman bought it," Rahman bargained.

The woman smiled in her heartache. "May, use the name yes" said Rahimah.

"Yes, Ma. Rahman's leaving now, Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

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Abdar turned his head immediately when Rahman had just reached the ground floor. "Mama has a stomachache, so can't go along" Rahman said before Abdar asked.

Nodding understood, but his feelings were suddenly agitated.

"Come on, Dad, we're leaving." Rahman walked first to the terrace.

Before his long legs stepped, Abdar was able to stare upstairs with a feeling of uncertainty.

"Dad," call Rahman to wake him up.

"Yes, I'm coming." Abdar immediately followed the son.

Finished with tarawih prayer not far from his home, Rahman stopped by to buy his Mama's order. During the month of Ramadan, almost everyone sells their wares on the side of the road and it is not difficult to find the desired one.

"Dad too?" tawar Rahman was about to order satay which was given peanut sauce.

"May, just order it," said Abdar, his mind floated in view of Rahimah who had not said goodbye.

Fifteen minutes waiting, their order was ready. Three packs of satay complete with his rice are now in the hands of Rahman.

"Goodoo, Mang."

"Eh, change Den."

"Make Mamang, just."

"Thank you" den."

Walked together, until they did not feel at home. "Assalamualaikum" said the two in front of Rahimah's room.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said the weak womb.

"This, Ma. Satay Mama's order," said Rahman putting satay on the nightstand.

"Thank you, son."

"Let Rahman, get me the dishes and the water."

Abdar glanced at Rahimah, hesitatingly wanting to make a sound.

"Is it still a stomachache?"

Silence The womb does not say.

"It's Ma," Rahman came up with a napkin filled with plates and glasses that had water.

"Let me, this is yours." Abdar took over the napan and handed over Rahman's satay.

Understand what his father meant, Rahman went straight out. Carrying his satay wrap.

Abdar took the satay wrapper, put it in a dish and was about to give it to the Rahimah.

Not yet had Abdar offered the plate he held, Rahimah had taken a new satay pack and opened it herself.

Abdar gasp. "Are you angry, at me?" ask Abdar slowly.

"No, I just don't want to argue."

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