The Path of Love Halimah
Episode 27's

The voice of Adhan Dzuhur who resounded signifies that noon was in front of the eyes.

Mom and I packed up the store and got ready to go home.

"There is still a little cake left Buk. 10 pieces more.. Halimah shared with the street children in front of ya buk.." I said asking permission from Mother.

"May.." answered Mom briefly.

I smiled happily at it.

After closing the shop, Mom came home early to pick up Dad. While I walk alone casually towards the end of the parking lot to meet the buskers and hand out cakes to them.

I am so grateful for the life that GOD has given me compared to the unfortunate fate of these street children that some of them have lost one of their parents and some have even lost both.

They have to buske every day, become porters and also some become market cleaners in order to fill their stomachs every day.

They no longer go to school because they just eat.

They are still quite young. But the reality of life makes them bear such great responsibilities in life.

The unfortunate fate that befell me when I lost my husband, as if only a small problem compared to the problems that befell these street children.

I was so happy when I saw them with a happy smile devouring the cake I brought them.

"Sir Halimah, thank you." said ujang one of the street children who sat on my left side.

I nodded to him, as well as to the others.

their sincere smiles seemed like there was no burden they needed to think about.

Finished chatting with the street children, I returned home with a feeling of pleasure while kicking the prayer slowly.

"Assalamualaikum Halima.." A middle-aged woman stopped my footsteps.

"Waalaikumsalam Buk.." I replied slowly turning towards him.

The woman smiled at me.

A smile that mocks me.

"How are you doing Buk?" ask a woman who is certainly no stranger at all.

"Good.. Even better than before.. You knew.. The day after Rahman came, he came with honor for us his family.. He was already a successful man in the city, working as the personal assistant of a owner of the largest company in the city. Even He had even managed to finish his lecture thanks to the help of his Boss who was so good.. The day after tomorrow he'll be home.. Ibuk is very impatient to see my beloved son return to the lap of Ibuk.. Rahman proved his point on your parents' insults.. Now the wheel turns.. May Rahman bury her love for you.. Because I will certainly never be blessed if Rahman marries a widow like you." said Rahman's mother full of arrogance.

I fell silent without speaking anything.

Things have changed.

My tears are slowly dripping.

"Halimah apologizes for everything that has happened in the past Buk... Halimah is also happy for Rahman's success.. And God willing, Halimah and Rahman's relationship as friends will never change at any time.. Ibuk take it easy, Halimah will not take advantage of the state of Halimah to attract the attention of Rahman.. Halimah Buk promise.." I said firmly.

"Sykurlah then.. Alright.. I'm pamit yes.. Assalamualaikum.." he said again leaving me who was still silent to endure the pain that was very painful in the upper part of my heart.

"Astagfirullah.." I said repeatedly to calm my heart.