Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 38

On a soft and comfortable mattress, a place where everyone unwinds and gets tired. To go to the door of the subconscious world from the drowsiness that whack, wading through the dream world complementary sleep of some people.

But in fact tonight can not deliver Rahimah to the dreamland of her beautiful. Don't be sleepy .. a sense of comfort and tender just can't he feel.

Trying all positions to bring the drowsiness to come, repeatedly he changed his sleeping position to the left and right, even lying down to find comfort for himself. But it was as if there was something stuck, making him restless and unable to sleep, even though on the mattress where the womb usually unravels tired.

The eyes that he had already closed but somehow felt so fresh, that it forced him to open those eyes. Staring at the ceiling of his room, considering a figure of a man who had come to his house without being invited.

The shadow of the past about the wound of his heart that was once buried, but now has been dug by someone who incised the wound and made it tight so that it disturbed the peace of his soul.

Thinking about his meeting earlier, it was likely that it was not his last meeting, but the beginning of the next one.

Back Rahimah tilted her body to the right while hugging the bolster, suddenly her eyes blurred by tears.

Now that the turmoil has taken away part of his feelings and thoughts, perhaps God has made this encounter both a wound and a cure. Trying to convince yourself that all this happened because of the interference of the owner of life.

Sooner or later the next meeting will probably happen, the person already knows where the house is. What would the Grace do if she had to make peace with the past, would she be able to forgive the person who made the wound? Or give him a punishment?

Sighing deeply, Rahimah rubbed the corner of her eye. "Why is this so hard?" mumbled wailing.

"What exactly have you planned for your servant, O God? Will I be able to do it if we find him again?"

"Does he need to know about Rahman? And Rahman, does he have to know? Why does it feel so hard for me?"

The uterus continues to monologue to release a little tightness in his chest.

Lightest of the creator, Rahimah glanced at the wall clock hanging on the frame of her bed. It turns out that it has been shown at 22:55, it is almost midnight but he has not been able to sleep finally Rahimah rose from her place of marriage.

Stand up and get out of bed, go outside the room to the bathroom to pick up whudu. He will seek to the peace of the master of the owner back and forth of the human heart, surrender and ask to be released from the burden that shackles him.

In the expanse of prayer rites that spread wide and wrapped in mucena that enveloped his entire body, subdued his eyes while reciting the intention because of Allah ta'ala. With solemnity and tawadhu, Rahimah performs the prayer of two istikharah raka'at.

After the greeting of Rahimah pitted against the high and supreme, pouring out all the heart he felt at this time because of the meeting with the man.

“O God, I ask You for the right choice with Your knowledge and I ask You for Your power over my problems by Your power."

"I ask for some of Your great gifts because You are truly all-powerful, while I am powerless, You know, and I do not know. You know all things magical."

"O Allah, when You know that this affair is my way of making peace and forgiving it is better in my religion, my life, and the consequences for me, so be light to my heart in an accidental meeting, ease the path, and give blessings."

"On the contrary, if You know that this matter is more dangerous to me in religion, in the world, in life, and in its effects on me both instantaneously and someday."

"Then get rid of the problem, and keep me away from it. Destine for me goodness wherever you are, and give me your pleasure, amen, Rabbal'alamin."

Rubbing his face with both of his palms, now his heart was a little calm. Removing her face and folding the prayer equipment and storing it, Rahimah went back to her room.

Lying on his bed Rahimah felt relieved because drowsiness suddenly came to side with him, read some of the usual do'a he practiced then closed with do'a sleep slowly Rahima's eyes closed and fell asleep.

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Meanwhile, at the same time and in a different place!!

"How's it?" abdar asked someone over there over the phone.

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"Just moved?"

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"Who does he live with?"

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"You're sure, they're just the two of you?"

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"The shop next to him?"

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"Alright, good job." Abdar wanted to turn off his HP instantly but he remembered something and did not turn off his phone.

"Thank you, assalamualaikum," he said, turning it off.

Abdar was unable to sleep tonight, what was more after hearing reports from his men, got off the big, spacious bed and then picked up his cigarette and lighter on the nightstand. Earlier on the way back to the car that had been waiting for Adit, Abdar stopped by a small shop that was still open when he passed by and bought cigarettes and matches.

In the past, once ... if Abdar had a problem he always drank and smoked, but when found out Maryam Abdar would be furious with his sister. What's more after his sister married Maryam also threatened not to meet her again as well as Intan.

Since the incident Abdar promised not to get drunk again, what else Abdar realized that a Muslim was very forbidden to drink it but not with cigarettes.

Abdar recalled the incident ten years ago, because he who was drunk he could be with Rahimah in the same room or rather was the one who forced Rahimah into his hotel room.

But I don't know why tonight Abdar wants to smoke a few cigarettes, even though he actually does not have a problem but only his mind is adrift by someone from the past and his meeting was.

Balcony room that's the destination, opened the glass door was immediately cold to hit the skin that only wear white shirt with a buzzer arm and night blue holster that covers the legs of the ladder.

Sitting in one of the chairs, Abdar took out a cigarette from his box and placed the cigarette box on the table next to him.

Putting the end of the cigarette that has a canpas on the surface of his lips Abdar slightly flanked it and lit using a lighter with one hand covering so as not to be blown by the wind while sucking for the gunshot quickly burned.

The result of the suction made a smoke that then exhaled through the nose, stood up and walked towards the balcony fence that was the height of his waist.

Folding his hands together to make him focus on the edge of the balcony fence, his eyes straight saw the expanse of thousands of stars. The more night the star fills the night sky and the light is so bright, back to smoke cigarettes and exhale slowly to fill the air.

Looking at her injured left palm, the shadow of a beautiful woman without make up instantly flashed in the memory of her brain.

The question of whether the woman recognized him always disturbed his mind even more the apology has not been spoken for past events, and does he deserve forgiveness from the woman?

His heart was intrigued to meet again, in addition to apologizing Abdar was also a little curious about his son named Rahman.

There was an intention in his heart to meet again and speak kindly, given his former behavior Abdar was sure that it would not be easy to meet again, he said, if it was no coincidence that the woman would have no interest in meeting him.

But he really wanted to apologize in person even though he did not know what the sequence he had to accept and this time he would resign to the decision of the woman if she wanted to imprison him.

Do not feel one cigarette has run out in his suction, throw it on the floor then in his stamp using sandals. No longer interested in lighting his cigarette, Abdar puffed his head while closing his eyes.

"Well, with all sincerity, can you accept the apology of this despicable person?" muttered.

"If you will forgive me, whatever the punishment is .. I will accept if I can make you satisfied" Abdar said, staring at his hand with the wound.

Enjoy the wind that hits his face and hands. Bored Abdar turned around and went into his room and washed the glass door and walked back to his bed.

Plopping his sturdy back and closing his eyes, slowly but surely Abdar fell asleep.

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In a flower garden so vast and beautiful, Rahimah walked slowly to a small lake that there are so many geese on the surface of the water.

Arriving at the edge of the lake Rahimah heard a call that called her name so softly from the voice of a man she so greatly missed.

Looking left and right looking for the origin of the sound, but Rahimah found no one. Back he heard a voice calling his name, but this time it was the voice of a woman who knew who it was.

Looking out over the lake, Rahimah saw a pair of men dressed in pure white with a baby in a woman's room smiling at her.

Rahimah knows the figure of the man, but the woman beside him she does not remember even though she knows him, somewhere.

The two men even call out his name simultaneously, without feeling the tears of Rahimah falling down her flat.

"Bapaaak, Ibuuu ...," he muttered the lyrics as Rahimah realized who the woman was.

When looking to the left there is a connecting bridge, Rahimah ran towards the bridge while looking at her parents on the other side.

Keep running and hope to hug the two parents he missed, climb up the bridge in a hurry to unconsciously tripped his legs and was about to fall, but suddenly there was someone who pulled his hand so that Rahimah could not kiss the floor of the bridge.

Rise up and look Rahimah gasped at the person in front of her, not yet relieved by her shock again Rahimah gasped in shock at the little boy who was beside the man in front of her.

"Mama ...," he called.

Rahimah did not say she just looked at the two people alternately, remembering that her parents Rahimah glanced at the sebrang lake.

No more Father and Mother, making him sad because it is not reckless to embrace him.

"I'm sorry" said the man who had helped her.

Looking fully at the man before her, Rahimah could see the sincerity of her apology. But he felt he did not accept somehow knowing why, but if he thought it should be the one who thanked the person for helping him.

"Mama, let's go home" asked Rahman who was holding hands with the man in front of him.

His heart fluttered at the sight, Rahman grabbed Rahimah's hand and guided her down from the bridge.

Rahimah jolted and woke up from her short sleep, it was a dream that seemed real to her. At the sight of Rahimah the wall clock had shown almost four o'clock in the morning, he decided to rise lucky.

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ الَّذِي أَحْيَانَا بَعْدَ مَا أَمَاتَنَا وَإِلَيْهِ النُّشُورُ

"Alhamdullillahilladzi ahyaanaa bada maa amaatanaa wa ilaihin nushur." Say it before sitting down.

Still in her seat Rahimah remembered her dream earlier, imagining meeting with her father and mother ... Rahimah became sad because she could only see from a distance, her tears also dripped when she remembered her friendship with her father and mother during their lives. What did that dream mean? Does it have anything to do with the prayer last night? The womb rose from its seat and decided to cook.

The uterus goes to the bathroom to remove the bladder that feels full, then he immediately brushes his teeth and then goes to the kitchen to cook Rahman's provisions.

About mimipi that he did not know the meaning, Rahimah decided to tell a story and ask for an opinion on Ustadzah Habibah later she thought.

Like most other housewives, a mother will prepare nutritious and vitamin foods for her children as well as the womb.

Broccoli stir-fry, long beans, cabbage, and wartel became the menu of Rahman's lunch today as well as tuna that is burned.

Finished with his cooking, as always .. The mother and son carried out their duties as a servant who surrendered to the owner of life. Rahman had been awake since Rahimah was busy cooking earlier, and now he went to the mosque.

After with his prayer Hp Rahimah rang, it turned out that vc call from his group he was immediately unemployed.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Rahimah said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The unison of his friends instantly echoed.

"I encourage you to come to my restaurant" said Dinda.

"Cieee, do you want to be the boss?" ejek Nurul's.

"Aren't I arrogant? But the truth is," the responsibility for Dinda, all of them he competed arrogantly in front of Nurul.

"Cih, what a pleasure to be the boss," ketus Nurul, Rahimah and Soraya just looked up to hear their speed.

"Cieee, the unemployed. The anchovies use saooos, irriiii say booos, hahaha patpalepalepale." Nurul glared at Dinda's taunts.

"Let us not work, does not mean we are unemployed! And we don't envy you either." Rahimah immediately voiced their disintegration, while insinuating Dinda that not only Nurul was unemployed.

"Heheh, sory .. pis," he showed two days on the screen.

"Rassainn ate tuh boos?" Nurul felt victorious because he had supporters.

"We are not unemployed, but take care of the tauuu family" Nurul said again.

Dinda had already opened her mouth about to speak but was interrupted by Soraya. "Have it, don't make a fuss! When do we gather?" abugn.

"Later noon, tenth we'll have lunch."

"OK, I can," Soraya said.

"Hemm, I can too." Nurul.

With doubt Rahimah agreed, but he had made plans to meet Ustadzah Habibah, but he did not feel good to refuse the invitation of his friends.

"Yes, I can."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your arrival, drugs ... Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said Saraya shut down his HP.

Sighing in resignation, he would choose another day to meet with Ustadzah Habibah he thought.

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