Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 62

That afternoon at the residence of Ustadzah Habibah, an inevitable uproar filled the living room that was gathering parents and children.

Not because of the serious debate by the parents' conversation, but rather because the prankster Rayan interfered and chased after Nuri.

Rayan who claimed not to like children, in fact always looking for an opportunity to make Nuri scream. Sometimes laugh ... sometimes scream in fear, and sometimes cry until others are dizzy to see it.

Nuri would laugh if Rayan chased after him with a small run, but would scream when the ten fingers of Rayan in the forward movement and immediately cry when Rayan stringed up.

Seeking help from Rahman and Hawa as friends, the 2-year-old boy hides around the two. But because he is still slow in the movement to run, he continues to be easy to reach.

"Huuaaaaa," cried Nuri loudly.

"Rayan, already dong .. do not disturb ade Nuri," Nurul reprimanded for the umpteenth time.

Nurul was busy chatting with Soraya and Dinda, they were discussing about the Dinda Resto and the Soraya Hotel which was getting more advanced as well.

Rahimah, Khadizah and Ustadzah Habibah discuss the others for the day after tomorrow.

While the men in the same place in different groups were busy discussing the incident of fights and shootings experienced by Abdar, of course Candra was the source. Ustadz Abizar just listened and asked once in a while.

"Seru knows, aunt. When else try to meet Nuri and make her cry shock, "without guilt, Rayan conveys her meaning when gathered.

"His son, you. That's it, if your sister has been born .. You can make her cry keener." Nurul grunt while pointing at Soraya's stomach but not also move from his seat to silence Nuri.

Rahman and Hawa calmed him down when Rayan paused the chase and after Nuri calmed down again the chase action repeated.

Nurul was tired of reprimanding Rayan, and not only did Nurul rebuke her. But when they saw Nuri laughing again they let him play again and again.

"But it's still a long time ago, mending already there," said Rayan back on all fours and heard again the sound of crying Nuri.

"Huuuaaaa," everyone chuckled at her.

Nurul got up from his seat and walked towards Nuri while pointing his index and middle fingers and then to Rayan's eyes with a serious facial mimic.

'Review you.' That was roughly the meaning of Nurul's gaze.

Rayan stuck out a ridiculing tongue without fear.

"Let's go baby, we go back to see the chicks." persuaded him to keep Nuri quiet and then carried Nuri to the backyard.

Seeing Nuri go Hawa followed, and Rahman passed to the front yard with Rayan who turned out unnoticed the other Ustadz Abizar came out.

In the front yard Rahman and Rayan are practicing taekwondo or rather they are practicing incidents of fighting against the kidnappers.

Abizar sat on a long wooden chair under a tree close to Rahman who was fighting Rayan.

He smiled to see Rayan who always lost every move about it. Of course Rayan will lose to Rahman, not because he cannot but because he just wore a white belt so he just knew the basic moves.

Parried each other even though it was not too tight, they finally chose to stop and sit with Abizar.

"Well, you guys are so good?" puji Abizar does not compare.

"Thank you, Mr. Ustadz," Rahman said politely.

"Rahman is better than me, Mr. Ustadz," disagrees with Abizar's praise.

"You're great too, Yan. Later if you have studied it for a long time, surely you will be as good as a Candra master." Rahman cheers Rayan on.

"Yes, that's right. Rayan is also great and will definitely be great later if you continue to learn." A light pat landed on Rayan's shoulder due to her sitting position beside Abizar.

"Hehe, yes, Mr. Ustadz. I'll keep learning, passion ...." His two hands clenched raised on the left and right side parallel to the head.

"Spirited," Rahman and Abizar said together, not just a sentence but the movement of his hand as well.

They were suddenly laughing. "Maha."

"Ow .. My stomach mules. I'm going to the toilet right now." Rayan ran fast without waiting for an answer.

Silence ... because both are silent.

Abizar glanced at Rahman, and he spoke. "Roman." The giver immediately looked over.

"Yes, Mr Ustadz?"

Doubt to ask, but it's wet. This is also a rare opportunity he along with Rahman just the two, if you miss it just like that then not necessarily another opportunity will come again.

"Eemm, I .. can you ask me something?"

"Please, Mr. Ustadz," Rahman waited.

"I'm sorry before, if my question offended you."

Abizar stared fixedly at Rahman's brownish eyeballs. Letting the state of silence for a moment.

"It's about your .. mama," Rahman frowned. Guessing where the direction of the conversation that seemed to start seriously.

"What's with my mama, Mr Ustadz?" saith.

"Do you mind if your mom gets married?"

Obviously Rahman was surprised to hear it, he even felt confused and had no answer to the question.

"Do you want a father?" another question just slides by.

Both of Rahman's eyes twitched in confusion. He once wanted a father, and when he asked his mother about the father who was not known to exist, his mother never gave an answer to his question and even silenced him.

When he wanted to repeat the same question his grandfather immediately forbid with a finger attached to the lips, actually Rahman wondered why the grandfather did not let him to ask and also did not want to help answer it.

At night he realized that his question made his mother sad, when he woke up in the middle of the night his mother was crying with her back.

Rahman never asked again and chose to sleep with Ramlan's grandfather out of guilt.

"Do you want a father?" Abizar who did not hear the answer repeated it.

"What if I want a father?" Rahman asked back.

"Ehem," Abizar cleared his throat so that the sudden nervousness disappeared immediately. Not because he was afraid of Rahman, but more likely to be afraid of not being able to convince.

"Do you mind if I marry your mother?" Rahman understood, what he meant.

"Did Mr Ustadz ask my mother?" sahut Rahman fast.

Abizar. "No, I'd like to ask you first. Will you give permission if your mother marries me or not?" of course Abizar did not ask Rahimah because there was already a Habibah Ustadzah who helped him ask.

"Can Mr Ustadz guarantee my mama's happiness?"

"Yes, I'll guarantee it," he promised for sure.

"If my mother agrees .. I will also agree," both corners of Abizar's lips lifted up.

"As long as Mr. Ustadz can keep the promise you made, I will allow it. But if not ... until anytime I will not agree," said Rahman.

"God willing, I will always make your mother happy. And not only your mama .. but also you," promised Abizar.

"Don't be too confident first sir, because my mama doesn't necessarily agree."

Abizar nodded in understanding, he was overconfident. Not without reason Rahman said that. When his grandfather was alive he had stolen the listen .. if anyone wants to make his mother a wife, but immediately rejected Rahimah raw.

"Yes, you're right. I'll hear your mama's answer first, just be proud" he joked.

"Yes, that's better."

Suddenly Rayan came and complained. "Basar aunty Nurul, usually just swearing people," he grumbled.

"Why?" questions from Rahman and Abizar go together.

"At that time aunt Nurul said, I mules gegara same quality he, and it was proven because his vow was granted when I got a stomachache," immediately Rahman and Abizar chuckled.

"Ish, even mated again," protested Rayan.

"Hahaha," the two laughed even more.

It did not feel like it was late afternoon, they decided to go home to each of them, not least Dinda. Only Rahimah and Rahman will remain and will gather again the day after tomorrow.

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"It seems I've seen your face" Tamara told Abdar.

The three are currently in the car to the hotel where Tamara is staying. Abdar and Adit also decided to stay at the hotel, because Adit had checked out from a hotel near the hospital this morning.

Previously they stopped by at the Resto they passed because Abdar had to eat so that he could take medicine from the hospital he kept in his pocket Adit clothes.

"It is possible, judging from your personal data .. we do work together often," Abdar replied.

"No. As I recall, we never met. Because of all the business office in Jakarta I leave it to my assistant," elak Tamara.

Yes, it turns out that Tamara's company often cooperates with Abdar's company, it's just that Tamara is usually represented by her assistant so they never meet in person.

"But ..your face reminds me of someone" he said.

"really?"

"Ah, forget .. I also don't remember. So, you're going home tomorrow to Jakarta?" ask Tamara.

"Yes, because all the problems are over. .. so tomorrow we will go home with the help of the Malaysian police. For Shandy, maybe the day after tomorrow he will be moved to Jakarta and they are still looking for Jack's hideout" Abdar explained.

"Again, Abdar also had to be a lot of restless because of his gunshot scars" Adit said.

"Yes it seems like it should be" Abdar said with a mysterious smile glancing at Adit.

"Damn you," Adit swore as he turned his head and saw Abdar's smile.

Obviously he became upset, because if Abdar istrahat then it means he will be guaranteed overtime work.

"Why? You're tired of working together, huh?" abdar Fishing.

"If Yes, Why? Is there a problem with you?" upset Adit.

"OK .. if you are bored, later after we are in Jakarta you can take care of your resignation letter."

Hearing that Adit ignited emotions, he took their debate seriously. Tamara looked at the two men in front of her.

"Don't wait in Jakarta, starting today ... here ... this second also ... I'm quitting your cooperation."

"Ciettt," the car stopped right in front of the hotel.

"Bruuukk" the door slammed Adit tightly and left both.

Abdar breathed deeply. "Sorry for that, you heard our argument." Abdar turned his head back to feel sorry for Tamara.

"It's okay, I can tell him. Looks like you guys are so close, you look like best friends ..not like bosses and subordinates." Tamara said while descending along with Abdar.

"Yes, you could say we are close friends" Abdar did not deny that.

"My advice, quickly make up. Do not let long-established friendships be destroyed just because they are equally selfish" he advised.

"Yes, I'll try. If he wants to talk to me?"

Abdar notices Adit checking in, he and Tamara are still standing in front of the hotel after handing the keys to the hotel maid.

"All right, good luck. And I hope we can meet again in Jakarta," he said, extending a hand to shake his hand.

Abdar looked at the hand, then looked at Tamara. "Sorry, madam. My hand ...."

"Ah, sorry. I forgot." Immediately pulled a hand while looking at Abdar's hand in a sling.

"No problem."

"Okay, then I'll excuse you. I pray that your relationship will soon improve."

Abdar shook his head to see Tamara's back passing into the hotel.

"It's like a couple" Abdar murmured as he moved from where he stood to the receptionist.

After getting the room key, Abdar died ordering a receptionist to order a few change of clothes at one of the city's famous clothing stores.

He immediately entered the elevator. But he asked the receptionist first, about Adit's room number.

Of course the receptionist told her voluntarily, because they knew Abdar and Adit were friends when asking for Tamara's room number beforehand.

Entering key child Abdar glanced at the room next to him, it turns out he got the room next to Adit.

Usut had usut receptionist earlier gave him a leak, that Adit was asking them to put the room side by side.

"Tired."

Slowly Abdar spread his body that felt so tired. After eating and taking the medicine now slowly the drowsiness comes.

Within seconds, he fell asleep without remembering the debate with Adit.

I don't know how long he had been asleep, Abdar suddenly jolted in shock as a result of the knocking of the door that was continuously knocked.

"Yes, briefly," Abdar painstakingly gathered his consciousness.

The head felt dizzy, his eyes were no less heavy to open, and his body floated while walking.

"Ish," Abdar grimaced in pain as his hand was squeezed between the door and his chest as he dropped his body forward.

As a result, consciousness that was only half suddenly full.

"Adit," Abdar gasped to find Adit in front of his room.

"Ni your clothes, four times that waiter came here to send clothes .. but you lacunae."

"Awww," how Abdar did not scream in pain, if the bag containing the shirt was pushed by Adit to Abdar's hanging hand.

"Sorry .. I forgot." Relaxing follow. Adit picked up the bag that fell on the floor.

Abdar immediately shifted his body to the side as Adit was about to enter and pass through.

"Adit, I'm sorry" he said quickly when Adit was on the doorstep.

Adit's reflex stopped his footsteps from hearing the apology, and he turned to face Abdar.

"Gw I'm sorry, about that," repeated Abdar.

"So I'm just kidding, '" he admitted.

"Yes, I know. I do not take seriously really, I also apologize .. when rich gini we still like to argue," lied Adit (when he took seriously 😅).

"Guman equally you doang I can argue, besides Intan and Maryam of course."

"Elu is my best friend" said Abdar sincerely.

"Oh, I'm touched .. here I hug."

"Awww, my hands are proud atttt."

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry .. gw on purpose."

"Fuck you."

Adit immediately dodged as Abdar's foot pedaled forward about to kick him.

"Hahaha not to."

"Hahaha," they laughed together.

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