Rahman Bin Rahimah
Chapter 65 The Mother and Child Debate
"Why are you talking like that, Rahman?" the silence that had filled the contents of the room broke instantly with a question that sounded confused by Rahimah.
"Are you hoping he'll come?" ask Rahimah ambiguously.
"Rahman just asked, because all this time we never discussed it. Maybe at this time, it's good Rahman asked," replied Rahman lirih.
Either because it rang out with the words of Abdar yesterday afternoon, or because the question of Rahimah who wants her son to express an opinion about his intention to get married so that makes Rahman courage out to question the taboo.
"Why are you suddenly talking about him?" the voice of Rahimah sounded not like what they were discussing now.
The womb even rose from its seat and stood facing Rahman.
"Why does my mom always call me her?" rahman was confused and asked.
"Rahman just wants to hear the story of the father who had never heard Rahman at all," Rahman issued his uncle made Rahimah's head throb.
"THERE IS NO STORY THAT YOU NEED TO HEAR, RAHMAN," said Rahimah with full emphasis on holding back emotions, she sat back while holding her head.
"Why isn't there? Rahman's friends always tell him about their father? Even Hasan ... who has a stepfather, he even still has a story about his real father!" rahman's fuss is carried away by emotion.
"Because you are different, until whenever you will never be the same as them, you are different, Rahman," Rahimah said as she looked at Rahman.
Rahman gasped, he never got a snatch from his mother. Coupled with his mother's statement just now makes him wonder .. where the difference between himself and his friends.
"Why is Rahman different?" asked Rahman coldly full of curiosity.
Now that Rahimah's head was pulsating, she felt cornered by her own spontaneous answer.
"That's enough, mama can't explain it," she said.
All this time they had never spoken anything serious, and now it suddenly flowed like water opening up old wounds that they both felt, making their egos come out uncontrollably.
"Is it so hard, that you can't explain it?" ask Rahman to find answers to his questions.
"There's no answer to your question, Rahman."
"It's .. You better get some sleep now. Tomorrow again we will talk about Mr. Ustadz" he said, ending unilateral talks.
Standing up from his seat and walking towards the door was about to go outside the room, but not far away he stepped Rahman back in voice.
"Does this have anything to do with my mother and grandfather's departure from this city?" suddenly Rahimah stopped her legs from moving from where she stood.
Turn around quickly while looking at Rahman Nanar who is now standing next to the bed. The wrathful womb is reminded again of its bad events in the past.
"IT IS ENOUGH RAHMAN, DO NOT DISCLOSE THE PAST OF MAMA AGAIN," Rahimah said firmly uncontested.
"If you don't want Rahman to bring it up, then give the answer Rahman asked for" Rahman said.
Rahimah glared, during this time Rahman had never been rebellious to anyone and now he saw Rahman with a different side.
"Mama said, Rahman. No matter how hard and how strong you ask for the answer .. mama still has no answer," said Rahimah. With quick steps he walked over to Rahman.
Fortunately they were only two in the house, if not .. surely the voice of Rahimah echoed and was heard throughout the room.
This is the first debate between mother and child.
"Does this have anything to do with what Aunt Maya said at the time?" Rahimah shook her head to hear Rahman's words, she didn't want to hear them anymore.
"Is it because Rahman's son har*m, so you call Rahman different?"
Pavl ....
As Rahimah drooped the listener to a heartbreaking question from her own son, this was even more painful than the time when the person said it.
"It's enough Rahman," said Rahimah Iirih trembling to withstand the tightness that stuck in the chest.
His eyes suddenly heated up and blurred, with all his might holding back the tears that were piling up were about to come out past the eye crackers.
"Is only Rahman the son of har*m?"
Can't bear to hear him unconsciously his right hand raised and pedaling then landed hard on the left cheek of the son making Rahman turn to the right.
Rahimah's tears collapsed instantly just as her hand slapped her only child. The situation that was originally rowdy by the debate was both suddenly silent.
They even remained in their respective positions, Rahimah who looked at Rahman pilar as her tears fell in silence, and Rahman who was still at home turned to the side without daring to glance at the mother.
Rahimah turned around, continuing her intention to leave Rahman's room and immediately went inside her room.
Slammed the door hard and hurriedly locked it. Approaching the bed he immediately threw his body on his stomach, drowning the wet face between the pillow and his arm.
"Mr ... Mother ..." very softly in his whim.
Pressing the face deeper into the pillow section to muffle the sound when the crying is over. Heartache, that's the sentence that describes his feelings at this time, especially his own son who opened his old wounds.
While it was ....
Rahman was glued, eyes watering. Groped the cheek slapped by his mama. Leaning on the edge of the bed, he also inching to sit on the floor. While contemplating Rahman could not hold back his tears that fell without cue quite swiftly.
Glancing at the study table in the corner of the room Rahman rushed up, rubbing a trail of tears on his cheeks violently while walking towards the table to pick up something.
Opening and turning on the 15-inch segmented object with unquestionable technological sophistication and benefits.
When the elsidi screen turns on, leave it for a few seconds and then ready to use.
Scroll through one official website that provides all information from various countries.
Rahman's finger typed a few letters on the keyboard and pressed GO. It did not take long to wait for the results, the information he wanted immediately emerged from all the articles.
Choosing one of them and reading it in the heart, suddenly his chest tight even though he did not understand fully.
Back to open different articles repeatedly, and the results are not much different from the first. He did not even really understand some of the explanations and only sadikin that he could understand.
As a result of reading the article various speculations popped up in his mind. What he caught the red thread was, his mama looked despicable and low.
Her eyes were nimble, inwardly rejecting all statements that blamed a woman even if it was the reality. His chest was violently turbulent, due to an inner war that was taking over a part of his consciousness.
Inhaling deeply and taking it out slowly, doing it again several times until he finally calmed down.
Imagining the sadness of his mother who lives and struggles alone, he believes that if his mother is not wrong in this regard, all this time what he receives from his mother is a lesson that leads to goodness . So ... people who leave those who should be blamed.
After a long time of contemplation, Rahman walked out of the room, standing right in front of the door of the room of Rahimah.
His hand slowly raised and knocked several times.
"Mama ..." call Rahman softly.
"Rahman apologized .., Rahman promised not to get rich again. As long as mama sorryin Rahman." persuaded Rahman while promising.
Repeating the beats while calling her mama over and over again, but receiving no reply. Rahman gave up and went back to his room.
Lying on the bed, slowly the tears fell. Wishing you wake up from this nightmare tomorrow.
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Rahimah jerked from her short sleep, lament-sayup she heard the voice of people teaching from the mosque toa around her house.
His eyes felt heavy to open even though he had forced them. Slowly but surely now that the eye was perfectly open, the proper sentence describing his eyes at this time was .. swelling, as a result of crying for hours.
His memory repeats the events that kept him almost awake all night, raising his hand and staring fixedly at the palm of the hand that had slapped his son.
Whatever the pain of his heart, but in the depths of his heart he regretted having played hands to Rahman.
He couldn't even answer Rahman's call last night from behind his bedroom door.
Get out of bed, the goal is now the bathroom to refresh his eyesight.
Work with kitchen utensils, as much as possible does not cause noise from start to finish.
Taking ablution he immediately returned to the room to avoid meeting with Rahman, he still could not if had to meet face to face.
Sure enough, just when the door leaves closed perfectly ... Rahman came out of his room.
Looking sad at the door of the mother's room, Rahman immediately went to the bathroom to take a bath and prepared to go to the mosque.
When after the prayer Rahimah returned to the kitchen to prepare supplies and breakfast Rahman, any anger he .. but still want his son to get the best regardless of the bad events last night.
Indeed Rahimah already knew the habits of her son, when Rahman went and came, she was already very memorized. So when Rahman was coming home from the mosque, Rahimah had entered his room again.
Rahman approached the dining table sadly, looking at the breakfast that had been served so perfectly.
"Mama ..." call Rahman back to knock on his mama's room door.
"Can't mama .., forgive Rahman, ma?" he vibrates.
Rahman preferred to be yelled at rather than silenced, indeed he was so sorry to have passed the courtesy of his mother with the demands of the question.
"Mrs ... Rahman apologized ma?" Rahman leaned against the door of Rahimah's room.
"Ma ... Mama ..." Whoever heard it, must have known that it was mixed with the cry of regret.
Rahman sobbed and grew sobbing because of silence. Aware of the rising day, Rahman rose to fulfill his duty as a disciple.
This time Rahman went to school without kissing the back of his mama's hand, Rahman just said hello from behind the door of Rahimah's room. Although it does not sound authentic from the inside, but he knows that his mother has already replied.
He left with heavy and heavy steps.
As planned, today Rahimah will go to the market to buy Rahman's school pants. Before leaving he took a short shower and compressed his eyes to reduce his swelling.
Ready with the clothes Rahimah immediately locked the door and rode her meticulous. He also split the highway which is famous for its congestion on this busy morning.
Buy whatever the needs of the house and after it is settled he immediately went home.
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"Where are you going?" maryam asked who saw Abdar in her neat clothes, even though her hand was not held but Maryam knew that the hand had not healed perfectly.
"You're you!" the answer approached Maryam who was ready with the car keys in her grasp.
"Well, how come you come with me? I'm going to pick up Intan, and then go to Mbak Imah's house," he replied confused.
"Yes you know, I also want to make the same uniform you guys."
Abdar who heard clearly the conversation of Maryam and Rahimah came here immediately took the initiative to come with the reason to ask for clothes from Rahimah.
"Why do I and Intan do the same? I just want to make clothes for both of us" Maryam declined to the points.
"It would be great if we were all in uniform" Abdar said.
"Cathorn, oggahhh. Males I mah, same clothes as brother. There are a lot of brothers thought already have a bini, if the clothes are as rich as me. 'And there was a sister so no behavior," staunch Maryam refused Abdar's wishes.
"Udah hunted, which there was a flashlight Intan picked up by the kidnapper again," he said walking past Maryam to the outside of the house.
"Ehh, very amit." cried Maryam as she ran after Abdar.
Inevitably Maryam finally allowed her brother to come to the house of Rahimah. Maryam sat behind the wheel and Abdar sat beside her.
The two of them engaged in light talks to eliminate the silence in the car. Tired of what they were talking about, Maryam chose to turn on her favorite music and husband's alm.
...🎶🎶🎶...
How much I love you
With all my heart
How much I love you
More than you know
Uh-uh-hu-uh
Oh-ho-oh-oh-ho-oh
I want to be happy with you
Every moment with me
Like my promise to you
I'll never deny it, wo
I'm already near you
I'm going to accompany your day
You should know
How much I love you, wo-ho-oh
I'm already near you
I'm going to accompany your day
You should know
How much I love you, ho-oh.
...~How I Love You/Vagetoz~...
...♡♡♡♡♡...
"The rich gini, brother does not like if you muter this music. The song is not yet stretched, uh the room is even crying," Abdar scolded when he saw Maryam rubbing the corner of his eye.
"Where was I, crying. My men again clean my eyes, from the eliner really," elak Maryam.
"Don't lie, you know you miss Zaki."
"Hehe, what a look, brother?" his jokes to relieve his sadness.
"Sister, know you from childhood, so you can definitely know what you're feeling right now." Abdar said while looking at Maryam who was still driving.
Maryam was moved to hear what Brother said, although sometimes they often quarrel, but did not reduce their affection for each other.
"Thank you, because it's always there when I'm sad and fragile. I pray, hopefully big brother can be with the person whom you love and love .. of course besides me the same Intan." lyrics to the Brother.
"Haha, where there's a deck," elak Abdar.
"Come, brother .. if anyone prays that, say amen, not answer, where is ...," protested Maryam.
"Hehe, yes .. yes .. amen."
"Rahimah and Rahman." he prayed in his heart.
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