Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 79 Abizar vs Abdar

Three days have passed since the last time Rahimah came to visit the hospital. After the words of Ismawati's mother at that time, made Rahimah reluctant to come again.

Although Abizar always sent him a message, questioning when he could come, but Rahimah always said there was work that he did so he could not visit.

Today unexpectedly, Abizar suddenly came alone by taxi because he was still unable to carry his own vehicle. Rahimah gasped in shock, worried about Abizar's condition that had not recovered properly.

"Please enter mas," he said after answering his greetings.

"Why did Abi bother to come here? Abi is supposed to be at home, don't push yourself!" said Rahimah while bringing her guests in.

Abizar did not answer, he spread his gaze in all directions. Pay attention to homes that are no longer decorated with flowers or wall hangings and others.

"Mas Abi," the gentle call of the voice of the woman he hoped to be his life companion, made Abizar aware of his short daydream.

"Please sit down."

Nod and walk towards a chair not far from the stairs. The womb spoke again after Abizar sat down.

"Wait a minute, yeah, ma'am. I'll make you a drink first." Nodding for the umpteenth time while staring closely at the departure of the womb.

In Rahimah's own house downstairs, Abizar stood up from his seat to see the sewing machine that still had cloth, and it seemed like Rahimah had just sewed it.

Not long after that Rahimah came with a nap filled with drinks and snacks.

"Mas Abi, please!" Put a glass and a small plate containing banana sponge cake on the table.

"Thank you." Come closer and sit back in his place.

"Why is Abi here?" ask Rahimah who has not been answered. He asked after Abizar drank a little of his drink.

"Why don't you come to the hospital, see me?" Abizar answered with a question.

The uterus breathes slowly, then sits in a different chair. To be honest, he was upset when he remembered what the reason was not to visit the hospital.

"It's okay Mas, I happen to stitch a lot .. so no time to look," he gave an excuse.

"What's that?" abizar asked with a frown. "I'm your future husband, if there wasn't an incident yesterday .. Now you're my wife, but why can't you take the time to see me?" Abizar gave consecutive questions, because he was dissatisfied with the answer Rahimah should be left behind for the sake of his future life companion.

The womb is cornered, it is so wrong to want to give the right reason. "Emmm ... How Mas is doing now," changed the topic so that Abizar would no longer question him which made it difficult to lie.

Realizing that there was something Rahimah had hidden, Abizar followed this line of conversation.

"It's better, fine."

"Thank God, but I should not go first .. fear something will happen to Abi," Rahimah warned with a worried face.

Abizar smiled happily. "Since mas kangen is with you, so I came here. You didn't come to the hospital?" Rahimah could only sigh, when the end of her sentence went back to discussing that thing again.

"Other times think about your own health mas," he advised.

"Diminum yet Mas."

The uterus is a person who is not good at covering up lies and convoluted, so he always turns his attention to other things.

The one who is allowed to drink, nods and raises his glass. Laying the edge of the glass on his thick lips, before taking a quick sip Abizar glanced at Rahimah who was watching his shoulders.

Inwardly, Abizar cheered happily knowing that the woman before him must have been very worried about him.

"Rahman left, not on a bike?" Pointing a bicycle in the corner of the room.

"If morning, Rahman ...," Rahimah paused her sentence while looking fully at the guest and her future husband (if still).

"Picked up Mas Abdar" he continued.

Silence, sudden silence ....

"So I saw, you're sewing clothes? For whom?"he said after a few seconds.

Doubtful to answer, but Rahimah could not lie. "Shirt orders Maryam and mas Abdar," said Rahimah honestly.

Although from the beginning it has been told that Abdar will always be in the midst of them, because there is Rahman who binds using invisible red threads, he said, but still Abizar felt that something was stuck and reluctant to talk about it.

Came with wounds that have not healed perfectly with the intention only to discuss about himself and Rahimah alone, and again Abdar's name infiltrated without asking.

"Ohh," he said muttering softly, but still heard and could be caught Rahimah from the movement of her lips.

Upset by someone's name, Abizar ate the cake on the table quickly, just seconds away the plate was clean slippery was not left.

The mother of one child who saw it, glued and a little surprised. For it is unusual to find Abizar who is like now.

Indeed, many of the Rahimah do not know from Abizar, and vice versa. There was a different side, and now he was beginning to understand the character of this young Ustadz. That if his mood was unhappy, he would eat quickly and quietly.

"Are you not busy?" bo doh questions, just come out of Abizar's mouth.

"Yes, slightly. Then I finish it for a minute." Pinta Rahimah while standing and walking to the sewing machine.

Abizar condemned his folly at the question that made distance between them.

"Are you done, can we walk for a while?" With a little voice tightened Abizar asked expectantly.

"Where is Mas?" Rahimah was reluctant to go with Abizar, considering Ismawati's mother's request that the marriage be annulled, making her have to put limits from now on.

In question his invitation, he also moved the eyes of thinking signs. Because that question was just as he said it.

"My company to the mall," that was all that came to his mind.

"What do you want to buy?" unable to refuse immediately, Rahimah also ascertained Abizar's purpose.

"Buy clothes and pants."

"Not before the last event ... I've been shopping for clothes and pants, huh?" fortunately Rahimah remembered if Abizar had a story, three hearts before the event took place her future husband who almost became her priest had bought several sets of clothes.

"Well, if you buy again, it's okay, right?"

"It's okay. It's just, baby if the clothes are bought but not worn at all," checkmate, Abizar is out of words.

"That means you don't want to go for a walk, Mom?" a sad tone when Abizar asked.

It is difficult for the Rahimah, making a proper reason for this question. What more to break the wedding if Abizar just asked him to continue the event that had been delayed.

Not yet answered, suddenly greetings from the direction of the door that was accidentally opened from the beginning of Abizar came to be heard. Both of them looked up and answered.

A beautiful woman in a simple hijab with a medium-sized famous brand shopping bag hangs in her right hand.

"Mak Mamah." He said as he entered without asking, followed by a man behind him who gasped a little when he saw there was Abizar but immediately behaved mediocrely.

"Marya." Rahimah stood up to welcome the brothers, as did Abizar.

"Lo, there's Mr Ustadz too?" said Maryam who just realized.

"How's he doing, Mr Ustadz?" continued.

"Thank God, it's getting better." Abizar said, shaking hands with Abdar.

"Thank God."

"Please sit down" the host invited him.

"Yesterday we went to Lo's hospital, Mr. Ustadz. But it turns out you've been hunting home" said Maryam when she sat down.

"Is that so? Sorry I don't know."

"It's not wrong sir, Ustadz. It was our fault for not contacting you first" Abdar said.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you a drink." Rahimah interjected while standing carrying the nap that she had put on the table.

The three stared at Rahimah's departure for a moment.

"Is it really okay?" Mary asked Abizar's situation.

Maryam had clearly seen her brother's wounds when changing the bandage, which Abdar was able to do while in a neighboring country. She could feel her pain from being injured by a bullet without her brother saying it.

Now that Abizar was wounded by a bullet, Maryam immediately remembered a wound like Abdar.

"Yes, it's okay, take it easy," he assured.

Abdar only noticed, he knew if the wound had not healed properly and now it was only five days from the time Abizar got it, there would still be pain he felt. Think Maryam's sister.

"May be quick sir, Ustadz," Abdar prayed.

"Amin, thank you Abdar."

"Please drink and eat the cake."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

As the host, Rahimah let her guests taste the dish first.

"By the way, what's Maryam here for?" ask Rahimah politely after both of them drink.

"Ohh this is Ma'am." Maryam handed me her shopping bag.

"I ask for help, can not mbak Imah stitching clothes Intan. There's a little tear in the armpit and this is Ma'am, the plan wants me to stop because it's still good." Maryam immediately pulled out the contents of the bag she was carrying and showed the condition of her clothes.

Indeed there are some clothes that are torn, but only a little and still worth wearing.

"Do you need to hurry?"

"If you can, today. You see, I've brought another shirt in the car, made a donation."

"Because the tear is small, it may quickly finish. If so, sew it."

"Yes, thank you."

Rahimah nodded.

Meanwhile, Abizar recounts his opportunity to talk alone with Rahimah interrupted by the arrival of his disciple whom he had not been taught for several days. He could only watch the womb that began to rub against the piece of cloth.

"Sir Ustadz."

Abizar gasped and turned to Maryam.

"I was shocked when I found out Mr. Ustadz was shot. It's so good again on her wedding day."

Not only you, I was shocked. Inner Abizar felt funny.

"Cancel dong huh, bridal night?" she slowly teases Abizar.

Abdar glared to find his sister daring to tease an Ustadz. Abizar could only scratch his temple which instantly became itchy.

"Awww" cried Maryam while rubbing her forehead and glaring sharply at the Brother.

From where she sat, Rahimah only glanced at her glance and refocused on the clothes in her hands.

"It's bad of you, brother." His words still rubbed his forehead with a pouting mouth.

"That mouth must be conditioned, why ask like that?" upset Abdar.

"Well, it's reality, right? What's conditioned?" the debate does not accept.

"Yes, not Ustadz?" Abizar grimaced at having to get involved in the brother's sister's debate.

"Awww," for the second time Abdar nudged Maryam's forehead.

"Silver ihh." His reply hit Abdar's upper left arm.

"www." Now it was Abdar's turn to grimace in pain from Maryam's blow to his wound.

"Sorry." Maryam was aware of his actions and immediately rubbed her brother's wounds.

Abizar gasped at the stay of the two, he never knew how the brothers interacted and now the first time to see it there was a funny taste in his eyes.

Abizar, who does not know if Abdar was also injured by gunfire yesterday, thought the two were joking with each other.

Again Rahimah could only steal a glance at the two, she smiled faintly and was comforted as Abizar looked.

"Don't repeat," said Abdar slowly feeling strange at the attention of his rival.

"What is not to repeat?" ask Maryam silly.

Abizar gave a smile because of the look on Maryam's innocent face.

Abdar was upset with his sister. "Both, your question is inappropriate to Mr. Ustadz. And the habit of hitting brother" said Abdar ketus.

"Hehehe," Maryam only scornfully got a warning from Abdar.

"Let's eat the cake first." Maryam thrust a spoonful of cake into front of Abdar's lips that did not escape the attention of both pairs of eyes.

"Come, open his mouth." Urge Maryam because Abdar is throwing his face away.

"Sister can be alone" Abdar refused to push Maryam's hand slowly.

It would be a shame for Abdar to be bribed by Mary in the presence of others, even more so that the one who saw was his rival and the mother of his son.

"He ate it himself."

"Sir Ustadz," at once the three saw Maryam on standby. The womb that is not very clearly heard but also glanced.

"Yes, what's wrong?" asked Abizar doubtfully.

"Have you been here long?" Abdar was a little relieved because it was no longer a question of coyol coming out of his sister's mouth.

But he was also curious about Abizar's answer. While eating the cake slowly, Abdar sharpened his hearing though it was not necessary because they were sitting only half a meter away.

"Not really, just for a minute."

"But the cake is over." Show Maryam an empty mind.

"Emm that, the problem is good so quickly run out," replied Abizar.

"Oh." Maryam rounds her mouth, then eats the cake.

"This is Maryam, it's done." Rahimah came to hand over the shopping bag to her mother Intan.

"How many Mothers?"

"Not to."

"Eh, don't do it. Tell me, how many are you?"

"To be donated, right?" Maryam nodded for sure.

"Let's go, get the wages."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Together."

"If so, let's go home first!"

"Sir Ustadz, don't you go home? Longer than we are" it was like Abdar would return to the story if Maryam did not stand next to the womb.

"Huh, I also want to go home," the opposite answer to the heart he was forced to say because he felt bad.

"Yes, let's go ahead. Come on, let's take it." Maryam took Rahimah's hand and pulled her out of the house, followed by the two men.

Secretly Rahimah smiled and was grateful in her heart, because Mary helped her to expel Abizar.

"What was Uncle Ustadz wearing?" Maryam circulated the look for Abizar's vehicle.

"Taxi" replied Abizar short.

"If so come with us," Maryam and her brother glanced at her annoyed.

"No need, I'll take a taxi."

"Yes, if you don't want to, then let's go home first. Assalamualaikum." Get in the car after getting a greeting.

Abizar was flabbergasted by Maryam's no-nonsense nature, thinking that this woman would slightly force him to join the ride.

While Abizar admired the nature of his sister, Abdar took the time to steal a look at Rahimah who was still not a wife.

Don't blame me if I wish I were your priest?" batin Abdar asked.

After the departure of Abdar and Maryam, Abizar returned home after stopping a taxi that happened to pass by.

The womb looks at its past and its future.

Is this my life path? Faced with a difficult choice! His memory lightened the request of Ismawati's mother.

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