Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 40

Right now they were in Dinda's study, sitting four of them on a long sofa. Actually Rahimah wanted to go home soon, but when she saw Dinda's moody face in the thick black fog made her run down.

"Far, breengg seekk." - furious Nurul.

"Is it because she's pregnant? Divorcing you?" nurul said grumbling in annoyance.

"But it's good to split up before you know about the woman's pregnancy!" soraya.

"Try for example you know, if the woman is pregnant when you are still his wife! What are you gonna do?" ask Soraya.

"Waiting me will be crazy, but now I feel crazy, too," said Dinda, slapping her head between her hands on the knees that she raised on the couch, dinda's body trembled slightly making her friends look on pity.

Dinda is now not only sad because of her separation from her ex-husband, but also sad because of the betrayal Angga did to her.

They all approached and gave a gentle swipe at Dinda's back.

"You can't say rich, you have to get up! Stay energized .. achieve your future and happiness. Never think if you are alone, for we will always be with you" said the wise Rahimah.

"Remember the same?" ask Soraya to interrupt.

Hearing that, Dinda puffed her head and straightened her seat while rubbing her two wet cheeks. Everyone looked at Soraya and shook their heads, as they did not know what the saying was, they were waiting for the answer.

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow ...."

"Again, don't regret the past, learn from it" Nurul said.

 "Kok, I remember the Chinese proverb?" Rahimah.

"What?" reply Nurul.

"If there is light in the soul, there will be beauty in a person. When there is beauty in a person .. there will be harmony in the household. When there is harmony in the household, there will be order in the country. And if there is order in the country, there will be peace in the world." The word Rahimah while remembering the saying.

"Is there such a rich saying?" Ask Dinda a little hoarse.

"There, but I forgot where the book was!" Said Rahimah grinning.

"So, try now to light the light in the soul that was extinguished. Let you find peace in the world. Do not get rich gini again," said Rahimah.

"You are right, huh. Why do I cry the rotten egg, mending I find a new egg again" said Dinda tried to joke even though her heart hurt.

But success made the others smile thinly, because they heard Dinda compare Angga with rotten eggs.

"Udah, don't be sad anymore, mending us happy" said Soraya hugging him from the left side.

"Must .. lest you be weak just because of this problem" the womb embraced him from the right.

"When Dinda, we're always there for you" Nurul said, hugging Dinda from behind Rahimah.

While they were still busy hugging, Nurul's phone suddenly rang from inside her bag. Decomposing the hug, Nurul hurriedly took the HP inside the bag.

Reading the name of the caller as soon as he picked it up, it turned out that it was the mother who asked him to go home quickly because Nuri who had been crying looking for him.

With a heavy heart Nurul also asked to go home first, as well as Rahimah. Remembering Rahimah who has also been in the restaurant for quite a long time, when she saw Dinda who was better than before she was so follow-up want to go home.

Soraya and Dinda drove her home to the front yard, after which Rahimah and Nurul separated in the parking lot.

Due to the congestion of the capital Jakarta, making Rahimah takes a little longer while on the way.

Upon Rahimah's arrival in the shophouse courtyard, she rushed to open the door and put her motorbike inside. Riding upstairs as usual, washing his feet and hands terlabih first he went to the room to see Rahman who usually sleeps before leaving for the training ground.

Sure enough Rahman was still asleep, Rahimah woke him up so that he could take a bath first and could prepare.

"Watch on!" his orders are when Rahman is awake.

"When did she get home?" rahman asked as he walked behind his mother to go to the bathroom.

"Must be," Rahimah said as she opened the freezer and picked up a water bottle and sat down at the dinner table for a drink.

"Maa, someone wants Rahman to talk!" rahman said he was sitting in the chair across from Rahimah.

Frowning hearing Rahman speak like that, it was not usual for his son to speak so seriously.

"What do you want to talk about?" return the Graces while placing the empty glass on the table.

Sighs before Rahman talks to his mother.

"So Gini Ma, Mama want to renovate the shop next door?" Rahimah was silent for a moment and then slowly bowed while looking at Rahman fixedly, waiting for an explanation of what would be conveyed by the only child.

"If so, as soon as we renovate," said Rahman steady.

"Mama also wants a quick renovation, but will the money be for our daily meals?" said Rahimah slowly.

"Rahman, where's Ma's money?" suddenly Rahimah looked at Rahman.

"Where are you the money?" Rahimah stared intently, she was astonished by Rahman who suddenly had money for the renovation of the shophouse.

Once again Rahman took a slow breath before answering his mother's question, Rahman had decided to tell Mama the work he had been doing.

"I work Ma, same masr--"

"Who told you to work?" rahman's voice was cut off by Rahimah's clap, Rahman even had a small jerk.

Tiba-tiba dadanya bergemuruh hebat, saat mendengar Rahman bekerja.

"Jawab, who told you to work?" again Rahimah asked in a cold tone.

Negative thoughts suddenly begin to spring up in Rahimah's mind, imagining someone forcing Rahman to work.

"No one told Rahman Ma's work," I Rahman said softly, got the confession Rahimah became weak.

The shadow of Rahman who worked alone without his knowledge, made Rahimah devastated and sad. He was afraid that if his son became a construction worker or odd jobs like in soap operas to help his family's finances, suddenly Rahimah felt unrecognized as a responsible parent.

Does his son think that he is unable to meet the needs of their lives?

Does Rahman think that he will be a burden to a mother like her?

But do they still have money from the sale of Rahimah clothes, and also the remaining savings of Mr. Ramlan from the sale of houses near Ustadzah Habibah are still many.

Then why is Rahman working? What makes his son work?

"Trus? What kind of work are you doing? On what basis, until you have to work? Do you think you can't find the money to eat us everyday? Don't you know we have savings? So what do you work for? Don't tell me you're working, just remodeling that shophouse, Rahman?"

The barrage of questions from Rahimah just got away with it.

"Maaa," complained Rahman for not being able to answer his mother's question at once.

Sighing in a rough breath, Rahimah besedekap while leaning her back to the back of the chair and throw her sour face to the side.

"Rahman works as a hacker," replied Rahman slowly, again Rahimah thought negatively about the answer given Rahman.

As Rahimah knows, the job of the hacker is someone who steals money through the internet.

Looking towards her son with an intimidating look, Rahimah was still waiting for another explanation from Rahman.

"So calm, Rahman never steals! Rahman works as a hacker to help them take the stolen money and help paralyze the enemy," as if understanding with the mind of his mother Rahman immediately explained it.

"There is no basis whatsoever, which makes Rahman willing to do this work!" Rahman said softly.

"This job long before we moved here, it's been almost the last two years that Rahman has been working on this job with a Candra master!" answer Rahman, henging .... The womb clarifies everything that Rahman says.

"Every Rahman gets the job done, they'll pay Rahman, Ma ...."

There is nothing Rahimah can say, Rahimah was fixated with her son's explanation. He never thought that Rahman's intelligence at his age would get to the point where someone would need his help.

"Mrs ...." Pangil Rahman.

"Did the Candra master teach you?" Rahman nodded quickly.

"Mama, don't you get angry?" rahman hesitated.

Rahimah smiled thinly and shook her head while unraveling her hands.

"So, are we going to renovate the building?" asked Rahman expectantly.

Rahimah shook her head again, making Rahman frown.

"We will not renovate the shophouse, with your money," as soon as Rahman slammed his back, he thought after making the confession his mother would immediately do what her mother wanted all this time.

"Why not Ma?" proten Rahman pouted.

"Because it's your money, you have to keep it for your own future" Rahimah did not want to use the money for her sake. It would be better to stay in the tube for Rahman later, he thought.

"F-."

"There is no buts" said Rahimah firmly.

"Mama will find other ways to renovate it, even if it takes a long time ... Mama doesn't matter!" Rahman frowns with Rahimah.

"Come, now take a shower and get ready!" with Gontai Rahman walking to the bathroom, he was really upset at his mother's refusal.

Rahman looked at Rahman's steps until he disappeared into the bathroom.

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"Assalamu'alaikum" said Abdar entering the House.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Say Maryam and Intan together.

Seeing Maryam and Intan sitting in the TV room, Abdar wanted to join. Abdar lifted Intan's leg up on his thigh, which was lying on Maryam's lap without caring about her body.

"Ish," annoyed Intan while sitting down, cross-seeking and leaning on Maryam with a dislike face because her comfort was disturbed.

Abdar did not care, he smiled faintly at his nephew who looked like his sister.

"Where, has there not been ... the teacher?" abdar asked, lifting one leg over the other.

"Said Ustadzah Habibah, Ustadz Abizar can teach sister," Abdar frowned deeply.

"Why is that Ustadz?" ask Abdar ketus.

There was a dislike that Abdar felt for Ustadz Abizar, he also did not know why that was so.

When Abdar said it immediately got an eye pot from Maryam, Intan also followed Abdar's glare. Abdar beredik was horrified.

"Why is that Ustadz?" Maryam repeated Abdar's question with a vote that was no less serious.

"Because only Ustadz can, BROTHER," said Maryam full of emphasis in his last sentence.

"I mean brother, why should Ustadz whose house is far away .. why not just nyari near here," said Abdar slowly.

"Isn't that real?" sumpul Maryam upset.

"Clearly you are aware" Abdar replied not understandingly.

"Ishh, bummer" murmured Maryam.

"Om Dar doesn't have a brain, does Ma?" intan asked innocently, Abdar gawked at hearing his own nephew question his brain.

While Maryam gave a smile, could not bear to laugh at her brother.

"Hey boy, you think this om is stupid?" abdar asked glaring, Intan nodded at the parlour.

"By Dar, you really don't have a brain! You know... guru njai's naji n around here?"

"Why is that? If you ask to find a teacher njai around here?" Surprised Abdar with contorted forehead.

"No, Dar doesn't have a brain, '" I'd love to feel like Abdar is pinning Intan's head.

"Why can you say you're rich?" trying to hold back.

"Are there no teachers around? Intan aja ever asked in the search of teachers najai same Mama, but mama said .. let alone teacher najai, people who are around here also doubt if they can pay ... yes no maa!" Maryam nodded while holding a smile, hearing Intan's explanation. Unlike Abdar who increasingly does not understand.

"Why doubt?"

"Don't remember, where do you live now?" Abdar thought, of course at home they thought.

"Don't the guru najai, the mosque is far away," Abdar immediately clapped his forehead and leaned back, making the two women of different ages laugh freely.

Abdar just remembered, that they live in the heritage house of his parents who are majority Christian. Obviously, there are no teachers.

"So, when did Ustadz teach?" ask Abdar pasrah.

"Said Ustadzah Habibah, tomorrow can also be. Starting from three o'clock, every Monday to Thursday." said Maryam relaxed.

Abdar immediately straightened his body, about to protest.

"Why should it be three?"

"Because it's empty hours, have not much protest .. accept it so quickly can, if you do not want? I won't be looking for 'in anymore" said Maryam when she saw Abdar about to make another sound.

Sighs resignedly, hears the ultimatum from Maryam. Want not .. like not like .. he must accept whatever it is.

"Yes, yes ... tomorrow right? Okay!" Abdar stood up and moved from his seat to go upstairs.

He was sure, Adit would be very upset with him because he had to give a lot of work to his assistant.

Thirsty and lazy, Abdar entered his room and threw his body rough.

His mind floated on the scene earlier this afternoon, Rahimah who fell on the chest of her field, for some reason he liked the incident. Staring at the ceiling of his room, Abdar smiled when he remembered the sweet smell of fruit that tasted sweet in his sense of smell from the face of Rahimah.

But at once his smile flashed, as memories of ten years ago sprang up. He is a little disturbed if his mind, if Rahimah does not want to forgive him. How can he be responsible?

Apart from that sense of responsibility, in the corner of his heart there began to be a sense of joy when helping the Rahimah earlier. Is this too soon, or is it really too late? But he will try his best.

"Sanguangt." He murmured in his heart.

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