Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 37

"Of!! Watch out!!"

A small child pulled the arm of an adult man dressed in a cocoa shirt and a sarong about to cross and was almost struck by a car at high speed.

BRUUG

Under the bright, star-studded moonlight of the night, two people rolled on the side of the road to confiscate the attention of some other road users who had finished praying at the mosque.

"Om okay?" ask the little boy wearing the white peci to the man he saved. He helped the man to sit down and check in case there were any wounds on the well-dressed man's body.

"It's okay, thank you" he murmured.

The man stood up. Waving his prayer mats and dirty parts of his clothes, but instantly grimaced in pain.

"Aawww," he said, holding his lower left palm, which was seen torn by sharp rock scratches and spitting out quite a lot of blood.

"Om, wounded..!! Where's Om's house?" tanyanya wants to know.

"House Om far from here" he said, looking at the little boy's face, as the lack of lighting where they stood made it unclear for them to see each other.

The people who had seen them rolled over, but now saw those who had stood up, became unconcerned. (Miris, if there are rich people they are).

"Finely come to my house, first Om. Let her hands be treated" he asked.

Wanted to answer but was cut off by the little boy. "My house is there, Om, not too far away!"

"Whose name?" said again.

Still holding his wounded hand, he answered the little boy's question.

"Abdar" he said briefly.

"I, Rahman Om. Come to my house first, let me help treat his hands later. If not immediately treated later can infection loh Om." invite him back.

Abdar nodded in agreement, they also walked down the highway to Rahman's house.

Frowning as the place he was heading to was not a house, launching a two-story shophouse.

"You live here?" tanyanya noticed the building in front of her.

"Yes, let's go in Om" Rahman said as the door opened.

Come in with the eyeballs that do not stop moving, paying attention to every corner of the room. There are two chairs one of which is a long chair with a medium table, two sewing machines in the corner of the room, there is a closet, there is a metic motorcycle, there is a, and the trampled bicycle he believed belonged to the boy.

"Come Om, go upstairs," asked Rahman who saw him just standing at the end of the stairs.

Taken a little, Abdar turned his head, now their eyes met with a look. Abdar gasped to see Rahman's face, under very bright lighting he could clearly see the face of the boy named Rahman.

"Om Abdar, go up ... Why is he even talking there?" invite Rahman once again, blinked his eyes a few times, he followed Rahman up the steps.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Rahman said as he was upstairs.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Sounds from the deepest direction.

"Come in here, Om" Rahman led his way, passing by the not-so-large living room. Actually, if compared with his living room, of course the room is very small.

Continuing to walk after Rahman was not much different from the ramu room, his Tv room also looked small in his eyes.

"Rahman, wash your hands and feet first" Rahimah ordered without looking at her opponent.

Abdar flinching, for the second time he gasped to see a woman who had disturbed his mind this afternoon. He was so shocked by what he saw at this time, actually Abdar was not ready if he had to meet in person in circumstances that had not been planned at all.

Abdar was afraid ..how about the reksi of the woman he had hurt without him realizing his actions first.

A woman who was busy arranging dinner at the dinner table, unaware of his presence.

"Mama, that was Rahman nolongin Om who almost hit .. trus Om's hand wound, because it fell when I pulled," the confession of Rahman made Rahimah puff her head staring at the two men of different ages.

Just like Abdar, Rahimah was also shocked to see his son's face which was similar to the person behind Rahman.

"Oom, here .. wash your hands first, so that it can be taken. That's the bathroom, "the two adults were shocked at the same time, Rahman left them.

His body trembled, his heartbeat beating irregularly, upon finding a face similar to his son's. He was so afraid that the guesses that had crossed his brain were true.

If that were true, what would he do to that person? Eaten it up'kah? Or imprison him? But the worst thing was when Rahman questioned what he was doing to the man.

As far as Rahman knew they did not know each other, although in fact they did not know each other. Rahman's presence was not intentional until they had to know each other. The womb is also a good woman, it will not fall into promiscuity. Then what would he explain if he did such an action to the man before him ..!!

The uterus was bowed deeply and still, its entire body felt cold heat, a bad memory revolving in the memory of its brain. The sadness and trauma that had been forgotten for a moment, was now present again to open the wound of his closed heart. A tear fell without her noticing.

"Om, let's wash his hands first, that's how dirty his clothes are! Want me to lend you a change of clothes?" Hurried Rahimah rubbed her wet flat when no one noticed her.

"No need, um maybe you should just go home! Let it be at home later, Om so it's not good to disturb your dinner," said Abdar behaved normally, covering up his gloom and nervousness when he saw Rahimah who looked down. He felt sure that the womb had recognized him.

"Don't be like that Om, you got hurt because I made Om fall earlier. So I'll take responsibility for what I'm doing."

Abdar gulped with bad breath, Rahman's words just now seemed to be a hard slap invisible to him.

"Tap--," Abdar's voice hangs in the air as Rahman is sounding.

"After Om's hand has been treated, Om all just have dinner with us," said Rahman.

"Ekhemm," Abdar cleared his throat before speaking.

"Look Rahman, Om is very grateful for your good intentions. But actually it's not your fault, it's Om who should thank you very much .. If you weren't there, maybe Om was hit." Abdar said as quietly as possible.

"So there's nothing for you to account for" Abdar said as he glanced at the silent Rahimah staring back down.

"It's my responsibility Om, the hunt to the bathroom to wash his hands" Rahman leaned slowly Abdar up to the bathroom.

"Here Om, let me give you some medicine." Abdar sat Rahman on the dining table chair after returning from the bathroom, then Rahman left for a while and returned with a P3K box.

Rahimah was silent to see the intrusion between Rahman and Father that her son did not know. It seems like he cannot speak.

"Where is his hand Om," doubtfully Abdar gave up his hand to be treated by the son of the woman of his past.

At all Abdar did not feel any pain in his hands, his mind divided as he glanced at Rahimah who was sitting across his desk.

"Mom ,..."

"Ehh, ad-what's up, son?" Rahimah gasped, she stuttered as she was called by Rahman.

"Rahman, can't tie the band Ma ... can you help me?"

It seems Rahimah wants to disappear from her seat now, though she is not sure that this man is the father of her child. But once again the doubt was beset by the resemblance of the faces of the two.

"Ma, manhunt."

"Haa," cried Rahimah.

Abdar, who was facing forward, now had to turn his body slightly. To be helped by Rahimah .. because of his injured left hand.

Taking over the bandage that had partially wrapped Abdar's hand, with trembling hands he tied it up ... Abdar also felt the hand of the womb tremble.

From this close distance, it is clear that Abdar can exercise the face of the Rahimah carefully. For a moment Abdar admired the innocent face of the woman without makeup, this was a moment he never imagined.

"Already," said Rahimah hastened to move the seat to her chair again.

"Thank you," said Abdar sincerely, he looked at Rahimah with a little regret that Abdar felt.

"Come Om, let's eat," Rahman handed over the rice that Rahimah had just served her plate, and Rahman took a new plate for her.

Rahimah swallowed the rice in her mouth. Likewise with Abdar .. he swallowed even more than chewing.

Suddenly Abdar's mobile phone shook, put the spoon and fork and took out a piece of tissue he then swept the edge of his lips before reaching into his pocket.

"Yes Hello?" abdar said grimacingly as he read the name of the caller, he remembered something.

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"Sory, there was a little incident."

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"Yes, I otw."

Staring at the screen that was dead, then he glanced at Rahman and Rahimah who immediately threw away their faces.

"Goddess .... Emm Rahman, thanks for the help and dinner. Now Om has to go home, because he's been in contact with Oom's friend."

"Sama-sama Om, but Om rice is still left over, is it not spent first?" tug Rahman on the plate in front of Abdar.

"Sorry, if om can not spend it .. because om has been waiting for people, it happens that Om has also been remembered." declined Abdar smooth.

"Again thanks, excuse me ...." Abdar looked at Rahman and glanced at Rahimah, for a moment their eyes clashed but Rahimah hurriedly lowered her eyes.

"Come, let me take her," Rahimah looked at the two backs until they disappeared from her sight.

The uterus holds its chest with one hand, then stares at the other hand as it vibrates. His eyes had been puddled by the puddles of tears, since he had refrained from crying and tried to behave normally in front of his son and others.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful Om Abdar," Rahman's message on the doorstep let go, Abdar bear before passing and leaving.

Rahimah immediately stood up carrying her dirty plate to the wastepel when she saw Rahman coming back.

"Almost Om was hit, Ma .. but Rahman immediately pulled, then we had fallen so his hand Om can get hurt," explained Rahman while helping to clean the dining table.

"Trus you're okay, right?" Rahimah gave a quick glance at Rahman who came to her in the wastapel while carrying another dirty dish.

"Alhamdulillah, Rahman is okay."

"Let Mama clean .. you should rest, you must be tired of all day must be school and practice. Mama runs out this is also directly restless in the room." cast out the delicate Rahimah, he turned his back on Rahman did not dare to look at him for fear of tears spilling unstoppable.

"When did Rahman go to the room first, ma?"

"Yes." Yeah." Rahman left Rahimah alone, not knowing that she was shedding tears on the back of the son.

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"Where is the child? He said he was waiting for me in the car" said Adit astonished to find Abdar's presence.

Adit thought maybe Abdar was going to a nearby stall, so he sat crouching next to his car because his car keys were also in Abdar's hands.

"The key, it was the same as him again," grumbled Adit roaring, looking for the whereabouts of Abdar.

Adit, who had a sudden stomachache, pointed his car keys at Abdar because he said he would wait in the car.

But after a long wait, until the mosquitoes began to attack him Abdar has not come.

Mendesa did not believe, now he was upset, if he had not given the car keys to Abdar.

Considering he who has not eaten at all, until now his stomach feels rumbling because it is empty. The more sigh, as he woke up with HP in his pocket.

With a feeling of arrogance, because he did not know where Abdar went he pressed Abdar's number contact, no need to wait for a long time his phone was directly connected.

"Hee, DODOOL, SHRIMP BRAIN ... WHERE ARE YOU?" salak Adit was angry when he heard the word from a phone call.

"Aging, I've been this happy," he cried emotion, then turned off HP and kept it.

Adit waited long enough for the person waiting to come. "Damn loo, where did you come from? I've been waiting for you!" ketus Adit when Abdar was in front of him.

"If only the car keys were the same as me, I have stayed lo ..," said Adit grumbling.

"Try it, if you dare? Elo forgot what? If this is my car" Abdar said, handing Adit the keys with his left hand, so that Adit would see his injuries so he would not have to explain his encounter with Rahimah.

"Ehh, why the same hand?" not the key that Adit took, but the hand of the key holder.

"So, didn't I tell you? There was a small incident" Abdar said, pulling his hand.

"Buruan, get in the car," Adit who had opened his mouth to speak stopped due to orders from Abdar.

"What was the incident?" asked Adit when he was sitting behind the wheel, his regret changed with curiosity.

"Gue was almost car-snapping, but there was a little boy who pulled me and we fell. And this is the result of that fall."

"Seriously lo? Trus elo at the little boy's obatian?"

Abdar.

"At his house?"

He answered Adit's question.

"It should have connected me earlier, let me follow up .. This I wait here even be mosquito food," Again annoyed because remember he who is famous.

Abdar no longer responded to Adit, he was busy with his own thoughts flying somewhere. Curiosity kept swirling in his mind.

CONNECT ....

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