Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 43

The morning comes along with the whistling sounds of the birds and the dew as the complement.

Still ranting what Adit said last night, to make Abdar can not sleep soundly.

He also immediately contacted Tomi's men for further investigation last night, for some reason if thinking about it Abdar became nervous.

There was never a shadow that he would have a child, for since the events of ten years ago were his first and last.

Sherlin's heartache makes her drunk and causes her to hurt someone unknowingly but then her heart is closed by hatred for women. Slowly the hatred fades with the return of Maryam and Intan which makes her days pleasant.

During his first meeting with Rahimah also made him nervous, when Abdar remembered that the woman was the one he had hurt. He always wondered, does the womb remember him too?

"Tok .. tok .. tok ... Om Dar, tok .. tok .. tok ...."

"Om Daaar" Abdar gasped from his daydreams at the knock from his bedroom door.

Abdar hurriedly walked towards the door while attaching a suit to his athletic body. "What's wrong?" abdar asked as the door to his room opened.

"Waiting for mama, om. Let's have breakfast."

"Hem."

Abdar came out and closed the door following Intan's steps from behind towards the dining table, Maryan was already there with a well-organized breakfast.

"Morning, brother." Sapa Maryam who saw Abdar is near.

"Morning too, deck." Reply Abdar while pulling a chair and sitting down.

Intan sat to the left of Maryam while Abdar to the right of Maryam who at the end only provided one seat, making Abdar able to see Maryam and Intan.

"Don't forget, get home early. Let me teach you." Say Maryam while giving up Bread that has been smeared with peanut butter.

"Hemm" muttered Abdar.

"Later Intan also taught Ma?" tanya Intan puffed his head towards Maryam making the Hair in the braid two move along his head.

"Yes, baby .. mama's gonna promise to find a teacher for you." Putting pineapple bran bread on the Intan plate.

"Normally you're the same?" sahut Abdar before chewing his food.

"Yes, it's just like me. But today I'm coming to the moon, so I can't teach you Intan."

Abdar sighed at hearing his sister who was a little bit thin, Maryam did not feel ashamed of her brother when talking about sensitive things.

"Maa, indeed later Intan replace ya ngajinya same om Dar."

Once again Abdar breathed in the midst of his meal heard Intan calling him Dar. Abdar shook his head faintly noticing his nephew who was very similar to his sister.

"No dear, Intan is not the same as other teachers," Abdar glanced at Maryam and Intan alternately and went back to eating his bread without any intention of telling.

"Ooh." Intan's reflex rounded his mouth.

"It's not like change!" hold the diamond back to bite the bread.

"Intan, go with you?" abdar asked after sipping his warm tea and putting it back down after it ran out.

"E'eh, Intan goes with Dar," Intan immediately drinks his milk when he sees his om bread that has run out.

"Come, go." Abdar stood up and moved from his seat.

Intan and Maryam followed Abdar out of the house.

One salim and greetings Abdar went to take Intan first to school, then to his office.

On the way Intan always talked for himself, he also asked questions even though he did not get a reply from Abdar.

"Later guru najai Intan, male or female huh? Intan forgot it." Abdar took a quick glance and went back to looking at the streets.

"If it's Dar, the teacher's a boy, right?" intan looked at Abdar, and he nodded.

"Student learning, must be a child who is obedient to the teacher." message Abdar when he arrived at the school Intan.

"Yes, Dar," replied Intan.

"Wait," Abdar said, holding Intan out of the car, taking his wallet out of his pocket. Abdar took out fifty thousand bills.

"Here, make your snack. Use it wisely," Abdar again gave him a message.

"Heheh, thanks for that." After taking the money, Intan immediately shook Abdar's hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Said Intan while waving her hand before going inside her class.

Abdar immediately forwarded the car after replying to Lambayan Intan, arriving at the office yard he serega parked the car and went to his study. In Abdar's office more daydreaming than doing his duty, to make Adit always reprimanding him.

"Why the hell? Nightmare trus?" Adit's voice resuscitated Abdar from the reverie. "What's seriously working, napa?"

Adit clearly looks upset, how he is not upset .. after Abdar later left, it must be Adit who took over his job that should be Abdar-lah working on it.

"Sorry, I think of something again" Abdar said.

"What do you think?" Abdar scratched his neck that was not itchy, it was impossible for him to tell me about last night.

"Not a big deal, forget it." The eagle wants to escape.

"If it's not a big deal why dreamt of trus," Adit said.

"Partially, now every day you have to go home early .. So I hope you are serious about the work. You don't know what? I'm dizzy with the endless pile of work," Adit complains with the number of jobs lately.

"Heem." Abdar muttered with tanpan face expression.

The hour hand rolled, the situation was increasingly quiet since Adit who reprimanded Abdar but still Abdar daydreamed even though he had been warned.

"Mending I quit my job only once?" adit said with a fairly loud voice, he deliberately did it to insinuate Abdar but the man was indifferent to his insinuation.

"Please." replied Abdar flat and indifferent when it dawned he was acting normal.

Grunts angrily Adit leaves Abdar's study and returns to his own room in front of Abdar's room.

Abdar tries to refocus so that his work does not accumulate to Adit and

the experiment was a little successful this time, he really focused even skipping his lunch to finish quickly.

In accordance with the plan earlier that will come home early, at two noon Abdar has gone home and chose lunch at home to enjoy his sister's cooking.

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As Rahimah had planned, this afternoon she will go to teach teaching. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Light blue simple style has wrapped his body, combined with silver hijab has also wrapped his long hair.

Rahimah immediately put on a sandal with a right that is not too high and then went out of the room with an envlope clutch along with Rahman who also opened the door of her room.

"Are you leaving?" asked Rahimah who saw Rahman was ready with a bag on his back and a jacket attached to his body.

"Yes, ma .. if mama, leave now?" Rahimah shook.

"Wait for Ustad Abizar first, and then my mom left. Let's go down" Rahimah embraced Rahman as she walked up the stairs.

Ustadz Abizar had contacted him first, if he had been on his way to Rahimah's house. Do not ask how Ustadz Abizar can know the address of the house and its HP number, of course it is with the help of Ustadzah Habibah who gave it.

"If so, Rahman befriended mama first. Later we leave together," said Rahman when he went down the stairs, Rahimah walked behind Rahman to be more free to go down the stairs.

"Are you not going to be late?" ask Rahimah while sitting on the chair provided on the lower floor.

"No, ma. The Ustadz Abizar is coming, isn't it?" this time Rahimah nodded.

Rahman sat beside Rahimah, watching the room feel empty. It's sad not to be able to realize the dream of the mother, but what can be done ... It is the womb that rejects the money of Rahman.

"What are you thinking?" asked Rahimah who realized Rahman's attitude had noticed the room.

"Why don't you use Rahman's money? Let your mama's boutique open quickly?" luh Rahman.

Rahimah smiled, her hands raised to rub the head of her only son affectionately.

"Maa, Rahman is looking for that money! In fact, if you do not want to use the money, the money will also not run out and will continue to add a lot" Rahman said while crossing his arms.

"Good dong, if the money is more. Pinter really you .. haven't been good at making money," praise Rahimah smiling.

"If so, will you? Put Rahman's money on?"

Sighs, because Rahman is still trying to persuade him to use the money.

"Aren't you scared, if your money runs out? Not a few loh, the money that will be used to open a boutique?" Rahman quickly shook his head.

"Originally mama knows, Rahman's money is baaanyak bangettt. So if you use anything, the money will not run out," Rahimah frowned deeply, she was not sure if Rahman had a lot of savings.

Pulling the hand of Rahman who was holding her, in her hand both hands were almost as big as her hand.

"Mama is afraid, if mama use your money .. later mama will be happy, trus will always depend on your money."

"You don't want to be a burden to a child as small as you" Rahimah looked down at Rahman.

As a woman who is not married, clearly Rahimah does not want her child to lack in love and material. If the son already has his own money does not mean he has to think that everything is fulfilled, he is afraid of becoming takabur and forget the affection for his son just because of material.

"If you're afraid to use Rahman's money, you'll be able to consider borrowing Rahman's money. Later if the button mama already profit a lot, then mama pay."

Rahimah smiled at him, at the age of Rahman who now he understood about the fear of his mother in using her own child's money.

Grateful, that is what Rahimah always said in her heart .. because it was given a child as smart as Rahman. He has also sinned everything that happened to him first, after the departure of his father only Rahman that he has and will not be in vain even if only to find him money, even if only to find it, because it should be Rahimah who is responsible for financing her child is not the opposite.

"Later mama think, if mama has no way anymore .. mama will borrow the money Rahman ..!!" It was Rahman's money, he had to save it for his son's future in order to be brighter. Because many of the Rahimah feared this ssat.

"Promise, if you have no other way .. later you have to use Rahman's money." Rahimah mangangguk.

"Ting tong ... Assalamu'alaikum." The sound of bells and greetings stopped their conversation.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

The womb quickly stood up which was also followed by Rahman.

"Ustadz Abizar" cried Rahimah as she opened the door.

"I'm sorry, if you've been waiting a long time."

"It's okay, Mr. Ustadz," Abizar was disappointed to hear Rahimah's call calling him that, but he expected the same call as when it was with the call.

"Oiya sir Ustadz, this is my son ... Rahman."

Ustadz Abizar's attention was immediately diverted to the child beside Rahimah, introducing Rahman to each other and permission to leave first.

"Rahman left, see what?" tanya Ustadz Abizar looked at the back of Rahman who went away by pedaling his bike.

"Taekwondo, sir," Rahimah replied as she approached her motorcycle. He did not want to waste time lingering and wanted to leave immediately.

"We're leaving now Mr. Ustadz!" connect Rahimah.

Abizar who saw him did not ask again, because he had been told by Ustadzah Habibah that Rahimah brangkat with her own motorbike.

He then also walked closer to his motorbike and immediately sat on the motorbike and put on a helmet. Glanced at Rahimah who was also sitting on his iron horse.

"Are you ready?" the nod of the Rahimah was already the real answer for him.

"Let's go, Bismilah."

Ustadz Abizar runs his bike first, giving the trailing Rahimah no distance.

Not to forget also Ustadz Abizar always glanced at his rearview mirror to make sure if Rahimah is right behind him.

The road they passed was quite stiff, it did not take long for them to arrive at a grand mansion.

From a distance the black and high fence was visible, they stopped in front of him to report to the security guard.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ustadz Abizar yah?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just go in, Mr. Ustadz, you've been waiting for." Ustadz Abizar nodded in understanding.

He quickly inserted his motor after the gate opened, as well as Rahimah. Parked his motor Rahimah assisted by security.

"Please, Mr. Ustadz and Ms. Ustadzah" he said leading the way.

"I'm not Ustadzah, sir .. call me Imah only," Rahimah argued introduce herself.

"Ohh, I call neng Imah just neng?"

"Yes, I can, sir."

"Let's get through here."

Rahimah and Ustadz Abizar followed the security from behind in tandem but they made room with rarely half a meter.

Arriving at the door they were greeted by a middle-aged servant and were invited to enter after they said their greetings. Sitting in the living room, the servant left Rahimah and Ustadz Abizar to call the host.

It felt awkward for Rahimah because she lived alone with Ustadz Abizar, but she tried to eliminate the awkwardness by looking at the room's decoration layout from her seat.

Secretly Ustadz Abizar also noticed Rahimah who saw the room. Rahimah chose to sit in the single seat while Ustadz Abizar sat in the long chair making her able to see clearly the face of Rahimah.

The waiter came with a drink and a cake, and after letting them go, he left.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Hearing someone's greeting from the inside direction they immediately replied and turned their head. Can Rahimah see, a woman of her age with a daughter who when ever met her in pesantren.

Rahimah and Ustadz Abizar stood up to welcome the hosts.

"Sir, how are you?" he said with a big smile. Shaking hands with Rahimah does not forget cipaka cipiki, Intan ikun also experienced it.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. What about you?" reply Rahimah was also friendly.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy too mbak. How's Mr Ustadz doing?"

Maryam turned to greet Ustadz Abizar with her hands held and slightly lowered her head.

"Alhamdulillah well," Ustadz Abizar rubbed the tip of Intan's head as he shook his hand.

"Please sit down, my brother will be here soon."

"Ehem."

Abdar berdehem approached them, accidentally the views of Rahimah and Abdar met. They look at each other.

"He ..." murmured both in the heart.

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