Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 41 Helping people

When Rahman had gone to the training ground, Rahimah looking for busyness by drawing clothes designs in the living room. Surviving for a while because of new fabric constraints and so on does not mean he stopped drawing. While sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Rahimah drew on her desk.

He knew that Rahman had left in a state of annoyance to him, because of his refusal to use his son's money. But he knew that Rahman would not be angry with him for too long.

Long enough Rahimah fill her free time with drawing, because it does not have busyness.

"Dreeert .. dreert ...." Hp Rahimah vibrated on the side table he drew.

Glancing at the screen Hp twinkling, before lifting Rahimah read it first the name of the caller.

Rushing to reach the cellphone when it knows who called it, shifted the green icon and immediately answered the greeting from there.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam Bu Ustadzah," replied the soft Rahimah.

📞"Imah .. You have no activity for tomorrow, and make it in the future right?"

"Well, why Mom?"

📞"Look, I'd like to offer you to become a teacher. .. can you?"

"I'm Miss Ustadzah?" reflex asked back.

📞"Iya Imah .. was there someone asked to find a teacher to teach for his child! So, you can help me, right?"

"Indeed, where's Ma'am's address?"

📞"Di ... (mentioned address name)."

"Sorry, Miss Ustadzah. I don't know the address, maybe if it's around here I'll know ..!!"

Because Rahimah who has not lived in the capital city of Jakarta for a long time, plus a long time ago she was just a home woman who rarely went out of the house if there was no other need than to go to school, not to mention because the bullying he experienced at school made him reluctant to go anywhere. So that he does not really know the address called Ustadzah Habibah.

📞"As long as you can be his teacher, business there .. later you leave with Ustadz Abizar. It just so happened that he also helped Mom to teach!"

"Ooh, that's it, ma'am. Ustadz Abizar left with what's Ma'am wearing?"

📞"Wear motor, Home."

"If so, I use my own motar, yes Ms ... It's okay, isn't it?"

📞"It's okay, Dad."

"Oiya ... What time does she teach you?"

📞"Around thirty."

Rahimah thought, it means coinciding with Rahman who went to his training, and when he returned it is likely also the same with Rahman who came home from the training ground.

"Alright ma'am, I'll wait for Ustadz Abizar tomorrow."

📞 "Yes already .. Mother will contact them first to tell him, if you can teach her child Ema. ... Assalamualaikum."

"Regard, Ma'am ... Wa'alaikumussalam."

After they gave their greetings, Rahimah tidied up and saved her picture book into a special brown drawing tote bag. Stand up and move from his seat carrying the bag into the room, put it in place on the nightstand near the bed.

Time has entered Ashar, as usual .. segabai a creature who claimed a Muslimah Rahimah to carry out the five-time command at the beginning.

After praying, Rahimah went to the kitchen to carry out her duties as a mother of one child, even though there was no husband. Cookout.

Take enough rice into a small container, wash it several times then put it in a rice cooker. Plug in the connecting cable and press the Cook button, then leave it.

Opening the refrigerator, Rahimah takes the vegetable matter she needs. Cutting bitter melon vegetables thinly to be easy to cook, this is one of Rahimah and Rahman's favorite vegetables. Vegetables with bitter characteristics, but in the hands of the womb does not taste too bitter even somewhat tasty.

After cutting, Rahimah washed it using salt and soaked it for a while to reduce the bitter taste.

In the left, Rahimah changed to wash the tilapia fish that had been cut to several parts. Lubricate it with turmeric, ginger, and garlic that have been pureed .. do not forget to add salt and a little flavoring and then silence it for a while so that the flavor seeps.

Afterwards Rahimah sauteed her vegetables with complementary ingredients, garlic, tomatoes and large red cape. When the vegetables are half-cooked he adds eggs that are shaken off, do not forget to include salt and flavoring so that the cuisine feels delicious ....

Do not want to waste time, he also fry fish on the other stove to all cooking dishes together.

Busy in the kitchen until the time Rahimah took a bath, not long after she took a bath and dressed Rahman came home with a flood of sweat and a wound extended to her right inner arm like a knife.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, astaghfirullah hal adzim ... Rahmaan. Why hands?" when he saw Rahman taking off his jacket, Rahimah quickly took him to sit on the living room sofa.

"Why would you get hurt like this?" Rahimah asked as she took off Rahman's shirt, looking for other wounds.

"Ma, Rahman wants to take a shower first." refused Rahman saw his mother who had taken off her clothes and was about to take the P3K box.

Rahimah who had walked one step stopped her steps while turning her body to look at Rahman.

"Are you really not sick?" tanya Rahimah frowned.

Rahman stood up while shaking.

"Rahman takes a shower? Let's get on the medicine!"

Actually Rahimah wanted to immediately treat her wound, but seeing Rahman who was so full of sweat all over her body thought maybe if the bath could make her body fresh then she allowed it.

"Yes, take a bath ... but don't forget the story, why did his hand hurt like that?" Rahman nodded with a smile and then left.

Rahimah looked at her son's departure sadly, why there was a wound on her arm.

Quite restless Rahimah waited for Rahman who bathed and dressed, but usually not so long.

Seeing the well-groomed Rahman wearing a blue T-shirt and knee-length black pants, he immediately shifted his seat to make room for his son to sit next to him.

"Why did it get to gini-rich wounds?" the wound wasn't very deep, it was just quite long, almost as long as his arm.

"So right on the road, there is a legalization .. trus Rahman pleasein, fighting for a while became this," Rahimah immediately put on a sour face when she heard it.

"Why use all nolongin events? Feel good, really martial arts? You don't realize what? If you are a child, why dare someone who is hurt?" a series of questions with a tone of voice that is clearly angry and tucked into worry is very clearly drawn from the clean white face of the womb to look reddish.

"Cuman there is Rahman who passed by there maa, when Rahman could have seen someone being robbed but not in pleaseline? In addition to the criminals there are two people, .. deserted again. What if something happens to that guy?" Rahimah was still busy putting plaster on her wound, she still could not accept the story of Rahman helping people and endangering her own safety.

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The flashback

Rahman, who was done with his training, wanted to go home soon, not to forget he changed his taekwondonya shirt first with a plain white short-sleeved shirt that Rahman took out of his backpack and put his dirty clothes back in the bag, he went out of the dojang building to the bicycle parking lot. Not only did Rahman walk to the parking lot, his friends also headed to the parking lot.

From a distance Rahman saw a white sedan parked in the middle of the road which was fairly quiet with a motorcycle in front of him was blocking his way.

Rahman also saw two people who approached then pushed the front door to the left and right of the car, not long after a woman came out with fear.

From the scene that Rahman caught can already be said that the man in the begal, without thinking Rahman immediately pulled his bike on the shoulder of the road where he had noticed the crime.

Taking off the bag and jacket and putting it on the handlebars of his bike, Rahman immediately ran up to them.

"Uncle ... What are you doing with that grandma?" rahman asked as he got closer, staring intently at the two men who were pointing knives at a middle-aged woman.

The three turned their heads in shock, to the two men clearly disliked the arrival of Rahman who was interfering with their work.

"Hi, little boy .. don't interfere!" Reply to one of them barking furiously for meddling.

"Don't call me uncle's little boy, if you don't want to regret it later," Rahman calmly said.

Retreated backwards as the angry man came forward to approach her while pointing a knife at her.

"What do you think of the cave hahh ...?" snapped the man.

"If so, why?" sahut Rahman's.

"Don't mess with the cave."

Glancing towards the middle-aged woman whose black hair was mixed in a bit of white, in a neat bun down with gold flower decoration and short-sleeved chiffon dress in matching match with black straight leg pants ... he was terrified and willingly took his belongings back in the car to hand them over to the man who had gritted him with a knife.

He looked back at the man before him who was advancing slowly, smiling at him as if he thought Rahman was just a snot.

When there is a chance Rahman kicks the man in front of him who continues to corner him, right in his forbidden area. Making the man groan in pain while holding what was kicked earlier.

"B**g at a time," his screech bowed.

Running to the other man while jumping and kicking the man from the side made the man fall with the woman's bag that he had taken.

"Breng seek, you little boy," he said, waking up.

Rahman was ready with the horses, both legs opened as wide as the shoulders, the front knees bent while the back knees straight, the position of the body perpendicular to the front preparing to dispel the enemy in front of him.

Letting the bag fall the man prefers a knife to be his weapon, advancing closer while shaking his knife towards Rahman.

Rahman's reflexes dodged in the opposite direction and immediately responded to his hand, then quickly kicked towards his crotch while removing the man's hand.

"Awww, breng seek ..." the screech chose to back off a little.

"Awass," the middle-aged woman recalled, Rahman turned his head back, unprepared for the stampede ... Rahman raised his right hand while taking a step back but quickly the man slashed his knife and hit his arm.

Not wanting to stay silent because of the injury, Rahman did a jump kick with a close range towards the chest making the man fall.

Just in case no longer want to help Rahman immediately glance at the other man who is also ready with a knife and forward, forward, doing a round kick from the back to hit the enemy's hand makes the knife fall then salto into the air while kicking with both feet until the enemy bounced far.

Coughing because he felt pain in the chest of the man, he called his friend to run while riding his motorbike.

Gazing at the departure of the sealing, Rahman gasped as the woman held onto her injured arm.

"Your hands are hurt, son" he said worriedly.

"It's okay, Grandma."

Rahman pulled back his hand while smiling soothingly.

"You sure it's okay? Come on grandma's medicine son." Bargain the grandmother.

"No need to worry, I'm fine. Grandma better get out of here." Rahman's Proposal.

"Do you need a ride? Let grandma drop off," once again the middle-aged woman offered to help.

"No need to granny, I use a bicycle .. tuh," pointed Rahman towards his bike.

"Well, thank you so much for your help, "don't want to force it, the woman chose to give in and say thank you.

"Sama-sama, please excuse me."

Rahman slightly lowered his head in a sign of respect for the older man and left his place on foot.

The woman got into the car and let Rahman pedal her bike, and followed her slowly. It is far rare until Rahman does not realize that he has been followed until his residence.

Flashback off

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"Next time, don't help the person who was robbed. What if something happens to you? Just that you're the only family you've got, mama won't accept that you get hurt worse than this." Rahimah still scolded Rahman when she finished treating her wound until she unknowingly fell tears.

Rahman who saw his mother crying felt guilty he immediately embraced Rahimah.

"Rahman apologized maa, Rahman promised .. will not be as reckless as rich earlier," immediately Rahimah pulled away from Rahman's embrace when she heard the awkward words he said.

"While mom wants, you promise not to be pretentious as a hero anymore .. not to promise not to be hurt because of people," upset Rahimah while rubbing the corner of her eyes, she understood Rahman's direction of speech.

"Heheh, yes-iya ... means rich that maa," said Rahman while scratching his nape that does not itch.

Staring into Rahman's eyeballs, he noticed that his son would not lie. Stretching both hands while hugging the dear Rahman, who also returned Rahman with a hug no less dear.

"Oiya Rahman, her grandmother Mbak Eve called Mama, she said someone asked her to find a teacher. Doesn't Rahman mind, if every day Mama has to go to the man's place to teach? The teaching hours are also the same as Rahman who went to practice and maybe went home together, too," explained Rahimah at length gave a little space so that he could look at Rahman's face.

"Rahman does not mind at all, Rahman would even be happier if Mama is not lonely .. if such a way can make mama happy, Rahman must be very agreeable," said Rahman smiled broadly.

"My mother is with you!" Said Rahimah pampering Rahman by re-hugging him.

"Rahman also Iaaaaaangg bangeeett with Mama," he replied no less spoiled, making both of them smile happily.

The womb always prays, while they remain like this no matter what happens in the future. No one wants to separate him, including someone who recently reappeared in his life. Except it was the creator who separated him by bringing death between himself and Rahman.

SERIATE....

*Sorry if it's too long and only now up, it's because I'm flooded with😩 again. This is the risk of people on the edge of the river, if the tide is so heavy accompanied by strong winds and rain.

Please ask for his prayer, hopefully the water is not high anymore🙏, because the flood is not just me.. but all residents in my village🤧. Body on cape all and sleepy😴, so sometimes I prefer to sleep than write 😅. Again please in understand ya🙏😌*.

Greetings from Urang Banua😘

Noormy Aliansyah