WHY LOVE
S2 - Terms and Meaning

Cake and Bakery

Four months passed.

Three beautiful women in hijab sit together at a table. They are the Saints, Salma, and Rahma.

The afternoon air that began to shade made the three comfortable relaxing on the second floor of the shophouse. They were enjoying mango pudding accompanied by a fresh tea aroma of jasmine that still reflects hot steam. The smell of jasmine wafted, tempting the sense of smell.

Two months ago the three agreed to open a cake and bread business. The idea that was triggered by the Holy was received by Salma and Rahma. From the beginning all three have the same hobby, happy to dwell in the kitchen making desserts.

The three plunged directly as a chef assisted by one employee of the kitchen section plus two employees at the front.

Citarasa name was chosen as a brand that is a combination of Sucita, Rahma, and Salma.

Saints sit leaning back and straighten legs with the stomach appears to bulge. Her pregnancy has reached the age of 6 months. He felt his feet sore easily if long standing.

"Alhamdulillah, our shop rame buyer." Suci smiled broadly at the cctv screen which showed activity on the lower floor. There are several tables available for consumers who want to eat on the spot.

"Mango pudding orders have also been taken. So what we eat is the rest." Salma brandished her half-living cup of pudding.

"Rahma, order to get to Bang Candra's office tomorrow so I can deliver. I'd like to bring you some lunch for brother." Salma looked at Rahma who was looking down at her phone.

"Ready, tea. Bolu steamed sugar palmnya tomorrow morning just make it impromptu huh?" Rahma's proposal was approved by Suci and Salma.

"Don't keep bowing. Tuh look! Your prince has come." Suci elbowed Rahma who was still busy staring at the cellphone screen. He was listening to a tutorial on decorating cakes presented by famous chefs.

Rahma. A smile rose on his face. From the cctv screen he saw Malik heading straight to table number 9, his favorite seat. The usual place they were talking to.

"I'm going down first!" Rahma shifted her chair back to stand up. Do not forget to see the reflection of his appearance in the mirror hanging on the wall.

Saints and Salma looked at each other and chuckled.

"That's how people fall in love. I used to be that too. Going to Bang Candra's room must have been ngaca first. Don't mind if you haven't already." Salma laughed softly remembering her former behavior that wanted to always look perfect in front of the idol.

"A love struggle that is not in vain yes Tea," the holy temptation reminds Salma who confided in him first.

"Yahoo!"

The two compactly laughed crisply until they did not see that Candra already knew-tahi was standing near the table and pulled a chair to sit down.

"What's so happy again?"

"Yes, you're home!" Salma was shocked to mix happily. She kissed the back of her husband's hand with reverence. The question was not answered because what he was talking about was on his side.

Salma headed to the pantry to make a drink. Her husband's favorite plate of black sticky rice was prepared as well.

"Nico when's he coming home?" Candra looked at her sister who was finishing the second cup of pudding.

"If things go well, two days to go home." Answer the Holy without stopping to feed the pudding. After passing the first trimester that always experience morning sickness, now in the second trimester the desire to snack unstoppable. Until his cheeks became chubby due to significant weight gain.

Nico was assigned to Japan to represent Hendro's father for diplomacy agreement on cooperation with the famous garment company there. He has been in Sakura for five days. Video call communication is always done every night with his beloved wife as a longing remedy.

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Downstairs, Rahma sat opposite Malik at the end table so as not to be disturbed and passed people.

"Master, I want memorization." Canda Malik with a narrowed gaze accompanied by a smile.

Rahma chuckles because Malik's guyonan even though the man in front of her is serious about wanting to be tested reading a letter that is a condition requested by Mr. Badru, Rahma's father, to propose to her.

"Let's read it well, I'll make coffee first!"

"What's the snack going for?" Rahma who has stepped back to turn her body.

"What a hell. Just don't have chocolate."

Rahma nodded. He already knew, if the man who wanted to propose to him did not like chocolate.

Malik leaned his back. His gaze stuck staring at the wall wallpaper themed wood to make his mind look at the incident a month ago.

"What do you have to propose to my son?"

The question from Mr. Badru Rahma's father was still ringing in Malik's ears when he ventured to come to his house accompanied by Nico a month ago.

"I have an apartment, a vehicle, savings and a steady job. I'm not going to make your son miserable."

Confidently he answered with confidence. Not usually it will be the condition and pride of the candidates-in-law, he thought.

But beyond expectations, Mr. Badru even chuckled and shook his head.

"That's too ordinary. I am not afraid of my child being miserable or starving because I can still help him provide financial assistance. But I fear my son is wretched because of the husband who did not guide him to carry out religious orders. And of course I can't help because the responsibility has passed to her husband."

The conversation made the atmosphere tense and made him choke for a moment. And of course recorded in Malik's head and still remembered him until now.

"I want to hear Malik chant Al A'la letter by memorizing instead of reading. If you can, please!"

Glug. At that time he swallowed the saliva, his throat felt dry. An unusual condition was heard, making him wipe the sweat that suddenly condensed on the forehead.

"Sa-I don't memorize. Give me some time, sir! I will come again after successfully memorizing it."

He pleaded with a fervent gaze for Mr. Badru to allow him to come again. And Mr. Badru agreed.

Terms are actually very easy for people who usually teach. But for a Malik who never again opened the holy Koran since Junior High even rarely do prayers, he felt the conditions were very heavy.

"What is Malik?"

He also remembered Rahma's question in this store when telling the results of a meeting with his father.

"Oh no! I'm not a loser. I'm ready to fight for you. Please help me memorize the letter!"

Deheman's voice managed to make Malik jerk from his long daydream.

"Still a long time?" seda Rahma who was already sitting in front of him propped up her chin.

Malik smiled smirked. He looks wrong behavior by scratching his hair that does not itch because it is found to be daydreaming.

"I'm sorry" Malik replied briefly. The focus now turns to staring at a cup of black coffee served with a plate of unyil bread of various variants.

"Is this you who made it?" Malik devoured one loaf of bread in one mouthful because of its tiny shape.

"Yes. How's it feel?"

"Delicious (delicious)." Malik rounded his finger with a twinkle of satisfaction emanated in his eyes.

Rahma smiled happy to get appreciation even though it was just one word.

"Start yuk!" Rahma turned the discussion to the main thing.

Malik nodded. He sips coffee slowly so that the nervousness that suddenly whack becomes lost.

Malik closed his eyes in order to fully concentrate.

After saying Basmallah, he began to take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

Sabbihisma robbikal

Sanctify the name of your Lord, Most High

Alladzii kholaqo fa sawwaa

Who created, then perfected (his creation)

Walladzii qoddaro

Which determines the rate (each), and gives a clue

Surat Al A'la verses 1 to 19 say from Malik's firm lips. Her soft, dreamy voice is able to hear Rahma with teary eyes.

How not, a metropolis man who is Muslim in ID card, is now struggling to justify it.

"Why crying?" Malik, who had finished his reading, was astonished to see Rahma shed tears on her cheeks.

"MasyaAllah, your reading.good. I'm moved, Bang." Rahma chuckles in shame for being caught crying. He took a tissue to wipe the corner of his eye that was still standing.

"I'm sorry, Rahma." There was a look of regret in Malik's eyeballs

"For?" The now wavy Rahma was astonished.

"It took me a month to memorize it. Not not really. After working in the office, my time is shackled by the tasks that accumulate. Moreover, Nico is going to Japan, I have to handle a job in the office. So my schedule of studying with ustad was reduced by time."

Since Nico was appointed deputy director, Malik was recruited as his assistant. At first he refused because he preferred freelance (off work). He is used to handle his join business with Nico who is in Bandung, free without being bound by time. But Nico forced him on the grounds that he was the only suitable partner.

"Yes Bang, I understand. Bang Malik knows why you gave me those conditions?" Rahma looked at the handsome man who was increasingly emitting an aura of coolness.

"Correct if my opinion is wrong." Malik sipped his coffee until there was little left.

"Directly your father asked me to be a good priest because a husband is responsible for guiding his wife on the path that God is pleased with. Right so?"

Rahma nodded accompanied by a sweet smile of reflection from her relieved feelings.

"Love you, be my opening for the hijrah. Thanks Rahma." The sweetest smile was also on Malik's lips, accompanied by a shady and deep gaze.

The gaze of the two together. The sparkles lovingly drawn in Malik's two eyeballs, making Rahma immediately lowered her head because her heart was too tight.