Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 75 Preparation
The desire of his son who did not want to go with him was also accepted, he was sure Ustadzah Habibah would raise his son and would be a friend in the house of the woman who was old. But then once he will persuade Rahman to want to stay together in a new house. Think Rahimah.
Regarding the matter of the house, Rahimah does not need to discuss it again with Ustadz Abizar, she will follow his wishes and support him fully as a good wife if it is towards goodness.
On the eve of the wedding, Rahimah wanted to wear her mother's kebaya. Although it looks old and old, but still very good because it has been stored well.
With the skills he had, when the wedding day was in course, Rahimah immediately added decorations and slightly changed her danger to the present.
Kebaya plain white satin fabric with brocade, he also added lecil beads as an impression of modern times and the subordinates of batik motik was replaced in the same color.
"Beautiful" one word Dinda said when Rahimah lifted her up.
"Thank you" The womb received the compliment.
"Well, are you going to invite our other schoolmates?" Dinda who today is embarrassed if she met Adit because of yesterday's incident, decided to visit Rahimah's house.
They went with the flow in the conversation until they unknowingly discussed the wedding that Rahimah wanted, considering that there were only three weeks left.
"No need, the show is pretty simple in this house! So no need to invite friends, maybe just Maya because she's the closest friend in the alley here."
Aware if you already have children without the knowledge of his friends except the citizens, Rahimah does not want too many people to attend. The event was held in his own house with an invitation only around his place of residence.
Dinda nodded in understanding, she understood the way Rahimah thought that avoiding questions from other friends.
"Oiya, Soraya had already said about making a promise with the WO, everything was done he said," said Dinda remembered Soraya's message.
For the business of WO (wedding organizer) Soraya undertakes to take care of it, while Perias bride ... Nurul handled it and Dinda chose to provide food from her restaurant.
Again the trio of fragrances can not be denied if the business of helping the Rahimah. They said that it was a wedding gift from a friend for her.
Gratitude and gratitude are always said, because surrounded by good friends is also understanding.
"Thank you, yeah! You always bother because of me" said Rahimah sungkan.
"Don't talk like that, we don't feel repotted. We're even very happy to be able to help and take part in the event, your wedding," I'm honest.
"Yes, thank you again" The womb relented.
"Together!"
"So, now Rahman has started to get along with mas Abdar?" continued Dinda.
Nodding assented while saving the completed clothes.
"Maybe that closeness is all Rahman can show, to Abdar. For confession ... Rahman still can't give it," Rahimah said.
"Yes, I get it. Rahman is a very intelligent boy, there must be a reason why he can behave like that. If you do not think about your honor, surely Rahman would be happy to have called mas Abdar, papa ...."
"What's more, you will marry Ustadz Abizar. It could be one of the reasons Rahman, who did not want to make his stepfather's family mmm ...." Dinda hung up her sentence because it felt bad to say.
"It's okay, I get it. Shame on you, don't you mean?" Dinda nodded weakly.
The silent womb pervaded every word that was said from his friend. He also agreed if the child had thought about the risks in the future.
There is no marriage bond between him and Abdar, it could have an impact on the Abizar family.
"Yes, I think so too."
"Could be the reason Rahman doesn't want to come with you, because he actually wants to build a bond with Abdar? He must have been willing to acknowledge him as a father in his heart."
Silent, suddenly silent with the content of each thought.
"Mmm, I'd better go back to the restaurant now," Dinda met up while raising her hand and saw that there was enough time for Dinda to avoid Adit.
"Okay, be careful." Rahimah's message hugged.
"Yes, Assalamualaikum," said Dinda passed.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," Rahimah looked back at Dinda who had entered her car.
Sitting back in a chair close to the sewing machine, Rahimah became distraught and agitated as she recalled her future husband's parents. Bad thinking had stopped, what if they knew who Rahman was?
The womb is starting to rethink. Should he not have accepted this marriage from the beginning? Increasingly agitated when his brain works to assemble the assumptions that will occur later.
Although he had prayed istikharah and got a dream, but why like there is still something stuck in the heart.
Standing up to relieve his discomfort, the next second he sat back down. Stand up and sit down, until several times Rahimah repeated her toast.
Long thinking and inner war. He also wondered why thinking like this appeared again when it was approaching.
Up to the top floor, Rahimah immediately went into the room and snatched her HP. Quickly crunching his screen.
"Before it's too late, what if it's void" murmured the Uterus.
Of course it would be very embarrassing, if the marriage that is getting closer is suddenly canceled in the middle of the road because of the rejection of the prospective father-in-law to his son. His inner.
"Assalamualaikum, Mother."
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"Honey, where are you from?" Dinda gasped when entering the restaurant, she was greeted by Adit who sat not far from the entrance.
In the lyrics of the watch that shows the time is not morning anymore. He thought Adit was home. Apparently he was waiting for her.
Dinda sighed, between annoyance and embarrassment when remembering the events of yesterday that were made fun of by friends in front of Adit.
The thin man with a tall body wrapped in a black shirt matching his cloth pants walked up to Dinda.
"Why is Adit here?" Dinda asked ketus to cover her feelings that are now mixed, but slowly so as not to attract the attention of customers.
"The time you forgot? 'We come here every morning!" answer soft Adit.
"But it's not morning anymore? Why are you still here?" Dinda's eyeballs twitched away from Adit's gaze.
"Not going, before you meet you."
"Well, now you can go." Said Dinda as she passed by Adit.
"But it's only been a minute, I'm still missing." Adit followed Dinda's steps.
"Kangen from Hong Kong, just met yesterday." Playing the ball is lazy while continuing to walk.
"It was only yesterday, but it felt so rich a year ago." Adit smiled to himself after saying so.
"Udah deh mas, mending mas Adit was coming home," he said.
"Emang mas Adit doesn't work that way?" Dinda turned around suddenly to hit the chest of Adit's field. Adit swiftly clasped Dinda's waist that almost fell.
Flinched, Dinda looked up at the man taller than her. He flinch when Adit smiles at him, seconds their eyes clashed and locked.
"Poooh." Dinda's consciousness returned as Adit blew his eyes.
"I'm adit, not mahram." Pull yourself back.
"Not mahram, but like it?" Adit said smiling as he put both his hands into his pants pocket and relaxed one leg.
"Yeee, where do you like it?" Let Dinda throw her face to the side. He was nervous about this incident.
"Rare you sure you like it?" it was Goda Adit who caught a slight red burst on Dinda's cheek.
"There, mending mas Adit home." Turn back to continue his steps. Just glancing at Adit who remained with his position smiling sweetly at her, Dinda hurriedly looked away.
Just a few steps, he heard a woman calling Adit's name until his feet reflexively stopped and turned to the origin of the voice.
"Mas Adit, we'll see you again."
Dinda noticed a long-haired beautiful woman in a cream-colored dress on her knees with no arms smiling sweetly to the man who had been holding her back from falling.
"Hi, Queen," a gentle greeting sounded to Dinda as she was still standing on the spot.
Subconsciously Dinda was annoyed at the sight when Adit returned the woman's smile.
"Who is Mas Adit?" The Queen glanced beside Adit.
Adit followed the Queen's gaze toward Dinda who was not far from them.
Can Adit see if Dinda is holding back upset. He smiled stifledly, believing that Dinda was now jealous.
"Not anyone," replied Adit casually.
Dinda squinted at Adit who was back to see the beautiful woman.
"Who are you?" reply Adit.
"I'm alone too, Mom. Wait for a friend" replied the Queen.
Adit nodded in understanding.
"We sit down and wait for a friend."
"Can."
They walked towards the empty table not far away, with Dinda's gaze difficult to interpret.
Stay in place while still paying attention to the two pairs of humans who look very suitable to be said lover.
Sitting face to face and throwing questions while following a smile and a small laugh from the two, making Dinda careless because she was ignored.
Wanting to leave but reluctant, wanting to get closer but disinclined.
"Nyebelin," Dinda's inner grumbling.
Kicking one leg with a cocky feeling Dinda finally went to her study.
In the room, instead of doing his work Dinda even paced back and forth like a confused person.
The gaze was not necessarily direction while his finger twirled the ring on his other finger.
Stepping towards the door quickly, slowly opening the door and a little peeking, although actually not able to see the target at all because of the distant room.
"Nyebelin" murmured Dinda as she closed the door.
"Who the hell was that girl? Is it possible that Adit's girlfriend?" His monologue.
"No, it's impossible. Those rich people just knew that," he said convince himself.
"Is it better, I'm seminy?" ask Dinda herself.
"No, no .. Later if mas Adit said not to know, which there is shy," grumbled Dinda with a feeling of gameness.
"But yesterday, Adit said I was his girlfriend. Why didn't you say the same boyfriend again," still grumbling himself.
"Miss Dinda."
"Astaghfirullah azim thing, Nena ... You're making people hangers know?" dinda's scolding was shocked by Nena's sudden arrival.
"Sorry miss."
"Sorry miss, but I already knocked on the door" replied Nena confused herself.
"Of course, what's wrong?" ask Dinda diverts.
"So my grandfather called, he said why is Miss Dinda not active?" Immediately remove the HP and immediately check.
"Hp, dead. Yeah, I'll call you later," drive Dinda smooth.
After Nena died, Dinda charged her HP. His memory floated to Adit and the beautiful woman earlier.
Without a second thought, Dinda got up from her seat and walked outside the room.
"Mas Adit" called Dinda in front of the two.
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"Assalamualaikum, mother."
"Wa'alaikumussalam, son of Imah."
"I'm sorry to interrupt the time, and ask to meet" said Rahimah sungkan.
"It's okay, I think it's better. We'll get closer, not looking like in-laws and daughters-in-law, but like mothers and children" said Ms Ismawati.
"Thank you." said Rahimah sincerely felt considered.
"Let's mom." Invite Rahimah into the cafe.
"Please order first, ma'am," Rahimah let her future mother-in-law order something when the waiter came to them.
"Latte alone and vanilla cheesecake" he said.
"Just take it the same way" said Rahimah who actually did not have an appetite and drink since thinking about something.
The waiter noted. "Okay, please wait a minute." The waiter passed immediately.
"What do you want to talk about, huh?" ask Ms. Ismawati to the points.
Sighing a long breath, Rahimah was silent for a moment. Some want to say but there are doubts.
"Is this about a place to live?" guess the future in-law.
Confused to start the conversation Rahimah nodded yes.
"It's okay, just let it out what you want. We can discuss it together," said Ibu Ismawati sage.
"Actually, I thought .. if we would stay in my house. But I forgot, if the obligation of a wife is to follow wherever her husband goes and stays" Rahimah said honestly.
"We've never talked about this. Because I understand the busyness of Abi mas," he continued.
"Yes, I can understand how you are feeling right now. Sorry if Abi was selfish without asking your opinion first, it was actually Abi's desire to stay with us.. It was my own mother's request."
The womb is listening.
"Abi is the only child we have, so I want you to accompany us at home so that you don't get lonely" she asked softly.
Rahimah looked down, her heart still spoke. "So does Rahman," he said.
"Excuse me, here's the order." Put the dishes on the table. "Please" said the waiter before passing.
"Thank you" said the two.
They spoke again after the waiter left.
"Mom hope you don't mind? But if you don't want to, I don't force you either." Who can resist if he sees the face of sorrow that he shows before the womb.
"Yes, like I said! As a good wife, I have to follow wherever my husband lives" Rahimah said.
Both corners of Ismawati's mother's lips lifted. "You are still young, you can still add more children" Ismawati's mother said expectantly.
What Rahimah thinks now is not a matter of adding children, but about the identity of her child
"But Rahman, he doesn't want to come with me" said Rahimah sadly.
"It's okay, maybe he's still spoiling with us, so don't want to come with us. But I'm sure ... If you're separated from you for a long time, Rahman will miss you and finally want to stay with us."
"Will miss me, but only kangen. Rahman did not change his mind that easily. What's more now Rahman has an escape to relieve the kangennya taste to his biological father," Rahimah mem'sin.
"No need to think about it, huh. Let's drink first."
"There's actually another reason, which I want to talk about," Rahimah looked seriously at her interlocutor.
"Yes, let's say that there's still something you want to say."
"It's about ... Rahman and his real father."
Jeng .. jeng .. jeng ...
CONNECT ....
Between comfort and love, which one do you choose?😁
And, should choose
Between two different hearts
Restless, nervous, and indeed I ‘can't
Lying-flavored
Must be ‘tuk who
Sorry it has to be like this
I ‘t don't understand
Heartbreaking
Honestly, half a heart is owned, not,
Ask your heart why this is so
Between comfort and love
I really am in a dilemma
Must sort
Heart for whom
I loved you
But I'm comfortable with him
You hurt me I'm hurt
He who has Obati tasa
I'm used to being comfortable with him
I honestly admit, this is wrong
But I really can't
The Lie Between comfort and love
Sorry it has to be like this
I ‘t don't understand
Heartbreaking
Honestly, half a heart is owned, not,
Ask your heart why this is so
Between comfort and love
I really am in a dilemma
Must sort
Heart for whom
I loved you
But I'm comfortable with him
You hurt me I'm hurt
He who has Obati tasa
I'm used to being comfortable with him
Between comfort and love
I really am in a dilemma
Must sort
Heart for whom
I loved you
But I'm comfortable with him
You hurt me I'm hurt
He who has Obati tasa
I'm used to being comfortable with him
I honestly admit, this is wrong
But I really can't
The Lie Between comfort and love
...~North Comfortable And Love, Nazia Marwiana~...
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