Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 15

The flashback

Once Rahman left for school, now Rahimah and Mr. Ramlan stay at home. As usual, Rahimah went back to doing her job sewing clothes. And Mr. Ramlan permission to walk around the yard barefoot, Mr. Ramlan felt his feet numb so he would walk casually in front of the house he thought.

Rahimah who did not see her father enter after half an hour, finally came out of the house to make sure the condition of her father. Rahimah also saw there was Mr. Rt Udin who was talking with Mr. Ramlan in his yard.

"Well there's Mr Rt? Why not sit up, sir?" Mr. Ramlan and Mr. Rt turned towards Rahimah.

"Hehe was preoccupied with chatting, you forgot to make Mr. Rt sit down. Come on, Mr. Udin, we can make coffee first."

"Ahh Mr Ramlan this could be, what preoccupation? Wong I just said hello to Mr. Ramlan." It turns out that when Rahimah opened the door and exited the house coincided with Mr. Rt who greeted Mr. Ramlan.

"Come on, let's have a coffee first. Not busy anymore?" Mr. Udin nodded in response.

"Imah, ask for help.make coffee for our guests." Mr. Udin laughed at Mr. Ramlan's joke.

"Haha Mr Ramlan could have been a guest from Hong Kong?" They laugh together too.

"Yes, make it." Rahimah shook her head while smiling. Mr. Rt Udin sat on the porch of the house, again they had a casual conversation.

"Please Mr. Udin drink his coffee." Put two coffees on the table.

"Thank You, Son."

"Sama-sama Sir, if that's how Imah went in first sir. There's still work on the shirt." The womb immediately passed when it got permission from the two middle-aged men.

For a long time Mr. Ramlan talked with Mr. Rt, finally Mr. Ramlan entered the house after Mr. Rt said goodbye to go home.

"Imah, lift the clothesline. It's gonna rain."

"Yes sir." When Rahimah had lifted the clothesline and entered the house suddenly she heard the sound of lightning striking.

"Gruggumm."

"Astaghfirullah" Choked Rahimah in shock.

"It looks like it's going to rain a lot."

"Yes sir." Not long after it really rained.

Outside the rain, Rahimah again struggled with her work. Mr. Ramlan also accompanied him to talk sitting in a chair near the sewing machine.

"Later if Rahman has been successful you can ask to make a boutique with him." Said Mr. Ramlan while watching him, Rahimah glanced for a moment, and looked back at the cloth in his hand.

"But I don't know, sir.. I dare not expect too much. Imah only follows the flow of life and fate that determines how Rahman will be." Mr. Ramlan nodded in.

"Yes, what you say is also true, we should not expect too much. But if we pray and always try to work, anything will be possible." Rahimah stopped the movement of her hand, and looked fixedly at her father.

"Father saw Rahman's persistence in learning, and you had faith. If Rahman grows up, he will be a successful man." Said Ramlan Rak indiscriminately smiling looking at Rahimah.

"Did you see? Rahman even jumped class when he sat in first class, it's a sign Rahman Children are very smart and smart. He easily absorbed all the lessons, Rahman also did not carelessly buy a used bicycle without witnesses."

"Rahman has shown a very good development in terms of action. Think of acting.." Mr. Ramlan said with pride He praised Rahman.

Rahimah's smile expands to hear the words of the Father, which his father said about Rahman is true.

Now that He also had faith in Rahman who would become a successful man, He was just waiting for the time that would take him through all things to get to the future.

"God, may it come true sir."

"Amen.."

"Rahima.." When He looked at the Father for a long time, He did not hear his Father calling his full name. Even though He had long remembered the last time He was called by a full name, just before the fateful night. He who is rarely called by his full name certainly can he remember and count with his fingers.

Remembering the incident he suddenly felt there would be something bad going on, but soon He was tepis. He did not want to think anything, maybe it was just a coincidence.

There is no harm if He is called by his full name by the Father he thought.

"Yes sir?"

"It's been a long time, yeah, we didn't go to Mom's grave." Rahimah was stunned to hear her father's words. It is true that for almost ten years they did not Pilgrimage to the tomb of the beloved Mother.

"Do you want us to go to Mom's grave?" Somehow he felt his heart become very restless without knowing why. He was also afraid that if the father wanted to make a pilgrimage, then it would open the wounds that had been inflicted on them first.

Not Rahimah does not want to visit the grave of the Mother, He even misses the beloved Mother, just that He is afraid if the people there refuse their arrival on the charges that have been pinned to him.

"If we can't Pilgrimage is fine, too, but.." Said Mr. Ramlan stopped his sentence for a moment, Mr. Ramlan stared fixedly at Rahimah while smiling.

"When you die, you wish to be buried next to your mother." Instantly his eyes dewdrop upon the request of the Father. Can he give it his thought.

"Father.don't talk like that, I'm so sad to hear that." Rahimah rubbed the corner of her watery eyes, She was now really scared.

"What do you expect at the age of the Father who is already half-abat more this? If it's not your last place?"

"You don't have to be sad, sooner or later it will happen." Rahimah immediately took Mr. Ramlan's hand and grasped it gently.

"Yes, I know it's going to happen. But please come.. Don't talk about it, I'm afraid to hear it." Speak with his own face.

Mr. Ramlan retracted his hand and now it is Mr. Ramlan's turn to hold Rahimah's hand.

"Many are privileged Imah, otherwise the devil will take over and master your fear." Mr. Ramlan rubbed the head of Rahimah wrapped in a veil with affection. The womb shed tears, but soon she wiped it.

"Astaghfirullah" said Rahimah.

"Rain has stopped but it looks like it's going to rain again." Said Mr. Ramlan looking out the window. Threshed by the wall clock, the time almost shows the time of Dzuhur Prayer.

Rahimah subdues the view is still ringing about the discussion earlier.

"Yes already, I want to rest for a while. I'd like all the Dzuhur Prayer."

"Yes sir." Mr. Ramlan also promised from his seat and passed to the bathroom to take a new ablution back to his bedroom. The womb continues to watch the Father's back quietly until it strikes behind the door.

Flashback off

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"Assalamualaikum" Khadizah said a greeting when his phone connection was connected, He also glanced at Rahimah who was sitting leaning on the back of the bed while drowning her head on the knees that He hugged.

(x x x)

"Look at Ma.. Mr. Ramlan before he died told Rahimah, He wants to be buried next to his wife's grave." Khazidah's views remained with Rahimah when she spoke to Mr. Ramlan's message.

(x x x)

"Okay ma'am, we'll also prepare everything to bring Mr. Ramlan's body there."

(x x x)

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Rahimah, prepare all your needs and Rahman to go to Jakarta. Ma'am and Mas Wahyu will take care of everything here and call an ambulance right now." Raised his head when he heard the order from Khadizah.

"But Ma'am.. What about the people there? What if they don't allow you to be buried there?" Rahimah's voice rang out from crying.

"You take it easy, Imah, everything there will be handled by Mother and Mr. Rt Aaron. So Ma'am sure, the people there will definitely understand if it has been explained why." Even though Khadizah said that, in fact it was all completely unable to eliminate his anxiety.

"Mr.." With a soft voice and trembling lips he spoke.

"Im.mah yes.kut.. Mmbakk.." His speech stammered.

"Listen to Ma'am Imah, all this for the sake of your Father.for the last message he who wants his grave close to his Wife." Khadizah said understanding.

The bowed womb justifies what Khadizah says, but He is still afraid of the reality that will await him there.

Khadizah took a deep breath, still thinking of reassuring Rahimah.

"Imah, you've been able to face your fears here, and now is the time to face your fears there."

"If someone humbles you later, then you should never lower your head, you should dare to raise your face, show if they can't trample on your pride. You must also dare to speak out, deny all the accusations that have been made and told them to you."

"If you are right, then you should never be afraid to face everything with courage."

"Remember, God never sleeps.. The Lord will always be there when his servant is, the Lord will also help those who fear and surrender to him. We just need to be sure, God will protect our every step if accompanied by Do'a. Be assured of all that, Eze" The Heart of Grace shakes after being given a little enlightenment from Khadizah.

"Thank you for your advice."

"Together." Slowly the Rahimah rose from her seat, and she took the tote bag that was on the cupboard for her clothing.

"Mah.. Excuse me first to tell Mas Wahyu to call an ambulance immediately?" Said Khadizah in between activities Rahimah put clothes in her bag.

Rahimah also gave permission to Khadizah. Finished packing his clothes he walked to the room of the Father and his Son.

Slowly open the door with a heart that returns sad, restless, regretful, and afraid. The door opened, his gaze was directly fixed on the father, who was lying stiffly covered by a cloth sheath.

He could see Rahman sitting on the bed next to his father in a cross-legged position while teaching for his Grandfather.

He also approached quietly, not wanting to disturb Rahman who was busy teaching, immediately in the appearance of Rahman's bag and put some clothes and others into it.

Rahimah was grateful that Rahman's exam was completed this morning, so she did not have to bother asking permission for school holidays because it had a long holiday.

Rahman, who had noticed her mother's arrival, turned his head, and his heart was tingled to ask her why she had put her clothes in her bag.

"Ma.." The womb stopped and looked at Rahman.

"Yes baby?"

Rahman walked to the womb and asked.

"Why put Rahman's clothes in Ma's bag.."

"We're going to Jakarta to bury your grandfather, near Nenak's quarry."

"She, order like that before dying" Appoint Rahimah to Mr. Ramlan.

"Yes already here let Rahman alone take care of it" Rahimah did not forbid Rahman who took over the work He is doing now.

"Mom take Wudhu first yah." Rahman nodded in understanding.

Finished ablution kni Rahimah has sat beside her Father's Body, now it is her turn to teach.

While teaching Rahimah to always shed her tears, Rahman who saw her crying Mama also cried in her silence. Rahman also felt his mother's feelings at this time. Back Rahman approached and joined the lecture along with Rahimah sitting next to each other.

They both cried together in silence while chanting the Holy Verses of the Qur'an for Mr. Ramlan.

After they had taught some residents to say condolences, Khadizah and her husband had told their citizens that they would bring Jasab Pak Ramlan to Jakarta.

They are also ready to provide whatever assistance is needed. Until the ambulance arrived they immediately lifted Mr. Ramlan's body into the ambulance

When I showed him three o'clock in the afternoon, Rahimah and Raham decided to take part in an ambulance, while Khadizah used her own car with her husband and daughter.

In just over an hour they had reached the residence of Ustazah Habibah. Obviously the time is singngkat because all highway car users will give way to ambulance cars. While Khadizah has not arrived because of the fall of macer.

Some local residents are also there to help them, tomorrow Mr. Ramlan will be buried next to the grave of his beloved wife. Because all the business has been completed by Mr. Rt Harun.

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