WHY LOVE
S2 - Determination of Heart

Nico

He pinned Malik's apartment passcode. I hope the code is the same as before. Since her marriage, she has never set foot in her best friend's apartment. Because they meet more often outside.

Sure enough, the code is still the same. Slowly he opened the door. The atmosphere in the apartment looked dim because only one light was lit in the corner of the tv room.

He got an explanation about the matter of Malik and Rahma when he invited Suci to the shophouse. After returning home and changing clothes, after the magrib he escorted Suci to the shophouse that would stay with Rahma. And he will accompany Malik in his apartment tonight.

What he knows is that Malik is having a serious problem, his best friend will lock himself in his study room accompanied by cigarettes and drinks. But that was a habit first. Not now.

"Are you okay?" He breathed a sigh of relief seeing being on his back on the sofa with sofa cushions strewn across the floor. He sat down near the feet of Malik, who was closing his eyes with his arms covered.

"Hm." That's the only truth that Malik gave me is still in the same position.

He noticed some cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table. With cigarette ash scattered around him.

"Gue can't 'drink? My brain's mumbling, bro."

Malik's request made him a little relieved. His best friend had not bought any alcohol.

"You've been a good man, don't go back backwards."

"Every problem will have a way out. Let's talk and think of a solution." He patted Malik's thigh to get up.

Malik lazily squirmed and woke up. His hands stretched out massaging the temple. Giddy.

"I want to get married soon. Even though mom doesn't approve." Malik breathed a rough breath. A glint of sadness, disappointment and anger was implied in the look in his eyes.

"I wanted to talk about this with Rahma. But he won't see me."

"I'm afraid Rahma left me."

He was filled with pity and pity to see Malik covering his face with both hands. Especially hearing his last words. Malik looked fragile.

"I support your decision. Don't worry, you still have family. There's a father and mother who will accompany you at the pelaminan." He patted Malik on the shoulder giving him the support and spirit to keep going.

"But I don't know if Rahma agrees or not" Malik said. There was anger and anxiety plastered on his face.

"Tonight Suci accompanied Rahma in the shophouse. Let Rahma calm down tonight. Suci said, Rahma overheard your conversation with beautiful aunt. Yeah, it's natural that he's hurt."

Malik gave a long sigh.

"I think my struggle is over with the blessing of Badru." Malik picked up a cigarette left 1 in his pack. "It turns out, the obstacle course is from me."

He moved quickly to get rid of the matches from the table, when Malik would pick them up to light a cigarette.

Malik opened his eyes.

"You've been smoking too much, bro. Hasn't it stopped?" He reminded Malik who has been smoking for two months, for Rahma who asked him.

"For tonight, Nico. I'm dizzy about it." Malik gave a heartfelt look for Nico to hand over his match.

He shook his head.

"I told you what it was. Don't back off!"

"Wudhu there gih!"

"Not all your complaints to Allah. Guaranteed your heart will be calmer and airier." He pushed Malik's body to go to the bathroom immediately.

He smiled a sigh of relief at Malik's back who walked away, out of his study.

Almost an hour passed. He who is now in the mini bar that penetrated into the kitchen, turned to look at the door of Malik's room that opened. He saw a different Malik. His face looked calm and fresh after the prayer.

"Alhamdulillah. You're correct. Prayer makes me calmer." Malik looked at her with grateful eyes. Sit at the mini bar to make coffee.

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Suci saved his phone back to the table ats after getting a call from Nico who reported the state of Malik. He went back into Rahma's room. While two store employees have entered his room after closing the store in an orderly manner when the clock shows at 8 pm.

"Holy, you better go home. I'm okay." Rahma leaned her back on the head of the bed. His eyes still look swollen after crying since returning from Malik's house.

Saints shook their heads while sitting beside Rahma. He rubbed his stomach with both legs crossed.

"I want to sleep with you tonight. Don't push dong." Sacred pursed her lips, pretending to be angry.

"Eh-that's not it. I am really very happy. But pity me Nico sleeps alone."

"Quiet down. Nico is not home. He's in Malik's bang apartment."

Rahma looked surprised. "Why with bang Malik?" He looked at the Saint to give an explanation immediately.

"Last afternoon bang Malik was looking for you. His appearance is tangled and chaotic. He wants to meet you. But I prevented it, as you requested." Suci watched Rahma close her eyes while leaning her head.

"Mas Nico just called. Bang Malik looks fragile, afraid if you leave him."

"What am I supposed to do, Saints?" Rahma's eyes twitched fretfully.

"Don't avoid it again if tomorrow bang Malik wants to see you. You guys should talk about this matter calmly and head cold."

Rahma nodded her head in response.

True what the Saints say. The next day Malik came back to the store after work. Malik enters the pantry where Rahma is decorating a custom order birthday cake with a cartoon Frozen.

"Beautiful" said Malik who had been standing at the side without Rahma noticing.

"Eh-kirain ain't no brother." Rahma was certainly surprised to see the presence of that special man. He was too focused on decorating the cake with details.

"Alhamdulillah is done." Rahma reviews the smile of relief. "Are the cookies really pretty, bang?" He looked at Malik cheerfully. As if I had forgotten the events of yesterday because I was distracted by the busy day with struggling in the pantry.

"Not just the cake. But also who decorate the cake," said Malik smiling back to look at Rahma who now both cheeks reddened like boiled shrimp.

"It can be a shame."

"Seriously so." Malik raised his two fingers expressing solemnity.

Both of them also momentarily dissolved in a light joke accompanied by laughter.

"Rahma, can we talk in a normal place?" This time Malik started to say seriously.

Rahma nodded her head. "Abang first. I'll take care of it for a minute."

Rahma took off her apron and immediately made coffee to follow Malik to the table where they used to sit together.

"Rahma, about yesterday I'm sorry." Malik began to address the core of the problem. "I'm sorry about my mother's attitude. And please don't let your feelings change for me." He looked at Rahma with a hopeful look.

"God willing, bang. My feelings are still the same. But how does your mother want to bless us?" Rahma stared back at Malik with a look of worry.

"How to get married. As soon as."

Rahma frowned. He still does not understand Malik's mind.

"I promised your father that I would propose and justify you once you arrive in Jakarta."

"I still have Hendro's father and Mother Devi ready to replace the role of parents. I went to his house this morning. Thank God, they support me."

Rahma was still listening to Malik's words.

"Lost now how do you answer." Malik grabbed the fingers of his girl.

"Cut Pearl Rahma, will you be my wife?!" Malik stared softly with a deep sense.

"Will life be patient with me, through days together. Until one day my mother's heart will melt with the power of our love."

Both are not romantic. They are in the middle of a crowded atmosphere of consumers who buy a variety of cakes, even then the people who take a seat to relax enjoy the afternoon with a plate of cake and a glass of drink.

But really, the expression Malik is able to make Rahma moved and teary. The man in front of her was so serious about wanting to justify the relationship.

Rahma pulled her hand from Malik's grasp to wipe the corner of her watery eyes.

A moment of silence was created because Rahma still lowered her face. He is touching his heart and mind to synergize to strengthen the answer.

"Bismillah" he said in his heart.

"Johan Al - Malik. I'm willing to be your wife." Rahma spoke with conviction. "Whatever obstacles that will come in the future, I will always walk beside you" he concluded with a sweet smile for the future priest.

If possible, Malik really wanted to embrace the lover to vent his happiness. But Rahma is a woman who takes care of herself. And Malik samgat knows that.

Malik's smile was still wide. He never ceases to give thanks to God.

"May I put it on your finger?" Unexpectedly, Malik already held a small box and showed it to Rahma.

A ring with a single diamond that sparkles beautifully in the middle.

"May I put it up myself?" Rahma turned around Malik's question. "I don't want us much touch before halal." He looked gently at Malik asking for his understanding.

"All right, I get it." Malik nodded while commenting on the smile. He witnessed his future bidadarnya wearing a ring on his lentic ring finger.

"Cock can fit, bang. I've never given you the size of a ring." Rahma stared in amazement at the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger.

"Malik it loh," he said puffing his chest full of pride. Proud because he managed to ask for help Suci to know the ring finger of Rahma.

Both of them let off happy laughter. Then there was the sound of Deheman coming from the side. There seemed to be Nico summarizing Holy's shoulder, there was also Salma wriggling spoiled in Candra's arm.

"You should buy us dinner at an Arab restaurant!" Threaten Nico with a cynical face. "That's all you can do, too" led Nico.

"No problem. All wholesale with the restaurant and the owner as well," Malik replied no less arrogant.

Five seconds later, the laughter all broke out unstoppably. Nico and Candra take turns hugging Malik. Congratulations on the courage to move forward.

So did Suci and Salma embrace each other with Rahma showing off the ring on her finger.