Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 36

Upon the arrival of the car that drove Rahimah in the yard of his house, Ustadzah Habibah immediately returned home, at the sight of the house that was still locked the same when he left this morning... Rahimah thought Rahman must have gone to the training ground.

Rahimah also glanced at the shop next to her rukonya, walking towards the shophouse to see the situation.

Sighs deeply, as he thinks of the money to rehabilitate the building. Although not much is repaired, but enough to drain the contents of his savings.

Rahimah twisted the brain, how the event so that he could heal the building but did not drain the contents of his savings. Impossible indeed.

Rahimah long enough to look at the shophouse, until she was surprised when someone patted her shoulder.

"Allahu akbar," cried Rahimah while holding her chest and then turned to the person who was behind her.

"Aunt Hana ...." Rahimah smiled to see the person who surprised her turned out to be Aunt Hana.

"Anyway with aja?" said aunty Hana along staring at the shophouse in front of them.

"Aunty, want to rehab this building .. but certainly not a little money to be spent," I Rahimah, back to see the shophouse with an uncertain look.

"It needs an injection of funds, but where anyone wants to invest the same effort that has not been started at all," Rahimah continued.

"If it is, aunt can not help ..." said aunt Hana looked at him concerned.

"What's all about auntie, I don't want to ngerepotin aunty really," said Rahimah did not feel good about bringing up her personal problems to others.

"Oiya aunt, I was in the pasantren met the same person who knows aunt's relatives ..!! His name is Ustadz Abizar" Rahimah explained, changing the topic.

"Ohh, did you meet my aunt's niece?" Rahimah's nod was the first answer caught by Aunt Hana.

"Yes aunty, she said Alara would come?"

"God, the plan is next week will be here if there is no obstacle," he smiled.

"Have never seen Lara in a long time, does she remember me?" ask Rahimah to be curious.

"Still suck, really! Yesterday when your aunt story has lived again in the shophouse, she excited herself to meet," said aunty Hana, Rahimah smiled singing it.

"Hehehe, is that it? Ehh .. would aunty stop by first, to my house? Imah so not good, the time of his guests not invited in," he regretted just realized.

"No need, aunt just wanted your life earlier! After auntie see you rich daydreaming, so aunty samperin." reject aunt Hana subtly.

"Yes already, aunty came home first .. just a moment to enter Ashar, aunts all want to cook!" Rahimah nodded.

"Yes aunt, when do we talk again?" invite the sincere Rahimah.

Rahimah turned to her house when she saw Aunt Hana who had left her first.

Say hello to the house that no one has while inserting his right leg first. “Assalamu ‘alainaa wa ‘alaa ‘ibadillahish sholihiin.”

Climbing the stairs after first locking the door of his house, upon arrival on the top floor Rahimah walked to the bathroom to wash her feet and hands, because soon enter Ashar Rahimah while you take whudu.

Sure enough, after calling whudu and coming out of the bathroom I saw Adzan heard from the mosque around his house.

As usual, after the greeting of Rahimah did not go directly from his seat, some do'a and sholawat he chanted to give peace of heart, soul, and also his home. Not long after Rahimah guaranteed her prayer cover, Rahman said a greeting at the end of the stairs.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," he said while saving the face and prayer mat to a shelf that was there.

"Mama's been here a long time?" said Rahman while kissing the back of Rahimah's hand.

"Before Ashar, gih, you take a bath first .. new Prayers!" the command of Rahimah while walking towards the kitchen.

Rahman went to his room to get a towel and a sarong, and he took off the clock on his left arm, and went to the bathroom.

When Rahman took a bath, Rahimah was busy cooking for dinner. Fun with his cooking activities, for a moment he daydreamed about what Ustadzah Habibah said on the way.

Does he need to get married?

What later, the response from the male side if they knew about his past?

Is that not going to be a problem in the future?

And Rahman? Is his son necessary, a father?

What if his son is not accepted by the man who will marry him?

Will he also be able to make peace with the events of his dark times?

What if he chooses marriage, is the best decision?

Questions popped into his mind, Rahimah gasped as the lid from behind the fountain rang, caused by boiling water from the pot.

Without a second thought, Rahimah rushed to open the lid of the pot until hot steam ignited the surface of her hand and made it overheat.

"Aww .... Pranggg," cried Rahimah, simultaneously aborting the lid of the pot.

The noise that was caused by the sound of a small scream of Rahimah and the lid of the pot, making the attention of Rahman who had just come out of the mushola was fully fixed on his mother.

Hurriedly Rahman ran over to Rahimah who was crouched picking up the lid of the pot.

"What's wrong Ma? Is Mama hurt?" looks worried when Rahman asks, while crouching next to Rahimah.

The mother of one child, without a husband, smiled in order to find the attitude that his son showed to him.

"Don't you love, Mama's just a release holding the hood of her pancakes."

"Thank God! Rahman thought Mama was injured," he said immediately rose up following Rahimah who was standing in front of the stove.

"What's Ma cooking for?" tanya Rahman approached Rahimah.

"Cooking, your favorite food" Rahimah said as she stirred up the pot.

"Well chicken soup?" At a glance Rahimah glanced at Rahman who was smiling then she also smiled while turning off the stove.

"Yes, dear ...," said Rahimah while releasing her apron that was attached to her body.

"You, you want to go to the mosque?" the newly awakened Rahimah asked, seeing Rahman carrying a prayer mat over her son's shoulder.

"Yes, Ma ..., but wait a minute, isn't it a long time? Go to the room first, someone wants to work," Rahman said as he moved his ten fingers forward like he was playing a keyboard.

"Yes, Mama wants to take a shower first" said his mother went to the room to get a towel.

After his mother died, Rahman also entered his room. He was about to check the email from Master Candra, regarding his request for help before he left for the Mosque.

Mangh turned on the laptop, after a few seconds of long waiting .. email reply from the person he was waiting for entered, Rahman hurriedly opened it.

"Sorry Rahman, for now I am still busy and can not help. Look when I have time to help you."

Rahman sighed tiredly, thinking about it. "Would you tell Mama?" rahman murmured in his heart, worried.

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It did not feel the sun had started to sink to the west, revealing a very beautiful twilight sky in the eyes. But Abdar was still soundly asleep in his dream on that sunny afternoon.

His sleep was disturbed when the knock of the door was so rowdy also bertubi in tandem with the sound of screaming children from behind the door.

"Tokk ..., tok .. tok ... Om Abdaar .. tok, tok .. tok .. ooom, banguun," obviously it was the voice of the nephew he loved so much. Intans.

It is not enough just once, even many times, to probably not stop before getting an answer from inside the room.

Hearing the cries of people from behind the door had not stopped, Abdar hurriedly got off his bed. With origin he put up sandals while walking contiguous, and memahut lazy.

"Yes, yes.bentar," he said to reach the key that stuck in the door. When Abdar was holding the key, he suddenly turned upset.

"Ckk, the door's not locked! Why use the event gedor-gedor door all, just go in just bother," Abdar gruntly looked at the person in front of him with his head lowered, because the body that was circulating the door was still small.

While Intan puffed his head while grinning, "Hehehe, upright in the key huh Om? Kira's intan was in the lock!" Abdar gawked at Intan in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" he said he was still upset because he felt being played by his nephew.

"It's late afternoon, Mama told Om Dar to be ready to pray in the Mosque, if not shower? Cepetan shower he said," explained Intan with a funny face mimic.

"Dar, Dar .., Om Abdar," he replied with annoyance.

"Just like Om ... Daarr," he immediately ran when he saw his bulging Om eyes.

Irritated Abdar closed the door of his room and turned around, only one footstep up the line to walk, the sound of the door being knocked again sounded.

Turn around quickly and open the door immediately. "What?" unfortunately, when again found the Intan-tah culprit.

"Om Adit has come, pray together Om Dar, to Masj--" Intan's voice hangs because he hurriedly runs when Abdar will catch him.

"Blee," Intan still had time to stick his tongue out at Abdar, and immediately increase the speed of his running when he saw one of his feet from Om coming out of the room.

"Mamaaa," scorching Intan down the stairs.

"Ehh, Intan be careful ..." he who was initially upset turned worried to see Intan who was running in the middle of the stairs.

Sighs and then smiles while shaking his head. Abdar was grateful for the presence of his sister and nephew in the house, at least he was no longer alone living in the big house.

Since the death of his parents, Abdar and Maryam have lived alone.

When Maryam married and lived in her husband's house, she felt lonely. But when his sister-in-law died he rushed to pick up his sister and nephew, because he knew that the in-laws of Maryam and the biological mother of Adit did not like his sister.

After closing the door Abdar immediately took a shower, it did not take long to remember Adit who was waiting for him.

Opening one of his wardrobe which is specially rearranged by Marya, revealed a variety of clothes that hang from various colors as well as a neatly arranged sarong with folds.

Since Abdar expressed his desire to become a mu'alaf, Maryam was the most excited in preparing all the needs of a Muslim for her brother.

Starting from sarongs, cocoa shirts, peci, shorts, and non-sleeved t-shirts to ********** always bought Maryam if she was going to the market or mall that she visited.

"Best," muttered Abdar pulling one of the sarongs with a pattern of plain maroon red, along with ivory white cocoa clothes.

Actually Abdar can not really wear a sarong, considering he was not a Muslim who can only wear origin. But Maryam, the most, the most, and the most excited, about the religious beauty of Abdar.

On the sidelines of the recovery of the circumcision, Maryam was always authoritarian by reminding Adit to help her brother in everything, a Muslim.

Abdar's efforts in installing sarongs have been quite good, although not as good as Adit, but for beginners in stopover time is quite good.

Already ready with all his prayer needs, Abdar set aside the prayer mat on his right shoulder and walked out of the room.

On the ground floor Abdar had seen Adit's whereabouts, he immediately approached his friend and assistant.

"A ready? Let's go" said Adit standing up and about to leave.

"Now? Isn't it still a long time, Magrib time?"

"Ehh DODOL, you know what? What area does he live in? If we leave later, there will be chaos on the road ...," said Adit glanced at Abdar annoyed.

"Ooh .. Yes come on," said Abdar to walk first leaving Adit behind.

"Absolutely the same, Maryam?" Abdar immediately stopped and turned his direction to the kitchen section, he was sure his sister must have been in the poured, Adit followed him behind.

Sure enough, Maryam was washing dishes after cooking. "Dec, brother go first" said Abdar, extending a hand to Maryam as well as Adit, washing his hands and drying them and welcoming the hands of his brothers.

"Asalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful," said Maryam.

Abdar and Adit's footsteps came to a halt, in front of the kitchen door because Intan's hand with the palm open in the middle hung in the air with a sweet smile.

Thinking that Intan wanted to regret it, Abdar welcomed and pushed his hand in front of Intan's lips.

Intan did not refuse, he also crucified Adit. But again Intan raised his hand.

Abdar raised an eyebrow not understanding, about to speak but the hunt Intan who spoke. "Begging for money" he said in a soft voice as he glanced behind Abdar and Adit.

Understanding that, Abdar and Adit took out the wallet in their pocket, then gave Intan money each with a hundred thousand fractions.

Swiping Intan's head while passing. "That's hard to learn!" exclamation Abdar.

"Use it well, don't waste the money" Adit said.

"Okay, thanks Om."

Adit and Abdar move to his car park. Adit sat behind the wheel, while Abdar sat in his side seat.

Adit turns on the car engine then runs it slowly leaving the yard, passing through the paving road park.

"Aren't there meetings?" ask Abdar on the way.

"Don't know me" Adit said, focusing on the future.

Frowning turned his head full at Adit beside him. "Didn't you say to the office this afternoon? Why don't you know?" ask Abdar astonished.

"Hehehe, sory, I fell asleep while lying down in the room," said Adit grimacing.

"Ckk, basic ..." he stared at the road ahead.

Arriving in front of the mosque, it turns out that the parking lot is full, Adit does not stop his car. He kept running it, looking for an empty place for them to park.

"Recovery of parking? Though we left quickly, but still not part," Adit upset himself.

"Here we just park it," said Adit when he saw the empty land, which is rarely quite clear from the mosque.

"Far away, park it," Abdar protested.

"If you want a close, tuh ... sebrang, do you want to? take the event to cross everything," Adit pointed closer than the place, but had to cross when going to the mosque.

"No papa, as long as it's closer than here!" back to running the car to fulfill Abdar's wishes, turning his car back in the lane and immediately parked it when it reached the destination in question.

Abdar and Adit crossed the road, headed to the mosque to perform the congregational prayer, this was the second time for Abdar and he would learn to do it.

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