The Path of Love Halimah
Episide 29

It has been five days since Rahman returned to this village.

People seem to have stopped talking about Rahman's success.

I sat in the stall guarding the shop while reading the daily dhikr slowly.

"Assalamualaikum Halima.." Greet someone from outside the store.

Such a distinctive and clear voice I recognize it.

"Waalaikumsalam.."I answered almost choked.

"Roman....!!" I said again staring at the figure of a man I had not seen for long.

He nodded slowly.

"How are you doing Halima?" he asked still standing stiffly right in front of me who was still sitting motionless.

My heart felt close to the speed beyond the limit.

The body suddenly felt jolly.

My fingers are so cold.

My chest feels tight too.

"Well." I replied briefly with trembling lips.

He nodded back.

Then smile thinly and cynically.

"I've heard all about you Halimah.. I'm so sorry about your husband's death.. Also grieving for the calamity that also took your baby candidate.it is sad to hear your unfortunate fate is now a widow.. May you strongly accept the reality of Halimah." said Ramhan again as if trying to tear back my mass wounds.

I just nodded slowly.

Then we kept quiet for a long time.

Silent.

"How are you, man?" I try to raise the mood.

"I'm kind.. Even better than before." he replied.

"Congratulations on your success.. I'm so happy for you.. Hopefully after this you soon find your life companion so that your happiness is complete and perfect.. Aamiin" I said again sincerely to her.

"Thank you." she answered briefly.

"alright.. I want to buy all the rest of this cake." she told me again.

Stand up and wrap all the remaining cakes on the tray.

"How much of it?" tanyangacpadaku it.

"Rp.35.000" I replied.

"It... Just take all the change, "he said he gave me a hundred thousand rupiah and just left.

I stared at his back that was away.

I don't understand how I feel right now.

Suddenly my eyes felt so warm.

My tears flowed without me holding back.

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

"It hurts so much, O ALLAH... Why do I feel so humbled.. Rahman was a good man... We were friends so close.. But now everything's changed.. Now he looks so haughty in my opinion.. My heart feels so sick, O ALLAH, he said as if insulting my current situation.. It hurts GOD." I said whispering in my heart.

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

"Halima.." said Mother, wake me up from the daydream.

I immediately wiped the rest of my tears.

Pounding slowly trying to fix my hoarse voice.

"Yes Buk.." I answered briefly.

"The temple is over? " ask Mom, seeing that the tray is empty.

"Had Buk.. Someone bought all the cake." I replied without telling you who the buyer was.

"Alhamdulillah... Hopefully who bought our cake more and more fortune yes.. Aamiin" I'm testing again with a face.

"Aamiin.." I answered briefly.

"Jas... Let's pack.. We can go home better today... Then go home and we stop by first buy your favorite pasture rice.. We don't have to cook today.. We eat rice.. Okay?" mother said again with passion.

I smiled smiling in agreement.

Mother's words made me forget a little about all the events that had just happened between Me and Rahman.

"Spirit Halimah... God willing, the LORD knows best for his servant... Aamiin.." I pray in my heart while helping Mom pack closing shop.