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This morning, Rara returned to her usual activities. Last night Rara tried to make a determined decision to forget about Rafli, throwing away all her feelings for Rafli, the Dream. Already too comfortable with this feeling, but it is difficult to let go of everything sincerely.

"Assynnnya ... Rara?" call a man in a soft voice.

Rara turned her head as she was about to take out her matic motorbike from her garage.

"Valayevansalam ... Mas Bai? What was? Tumben came home early in the morning? Which kids?" rara replied slowly replying to Baihaqi's greeting.

Rara's barrage of questions made Baihaqi comment on her sweet, dimpled smile. Though Rara asked a lot because of her nervousness when she saw the figure of baihaqi who was already right in front of her when turning around to look ready to greet her early in the morning like this.

"Sorry to surprise you? You busy? Or is there some other need?" baihaqi asked in a soft voice.

Rara smiled and shook her head slowly.

"You go to the store, but I can postpone it, Mas. There are already people watching, there are two assistants who help me keep the store," said Rara slowly.

"Come here there's a need. I can speak four eyes. But ..." Baihaqi's words stopped and were put on hold did not continue. Baihaqi hesitated slightly to reveal that intention to Rara.

"But what? I can do it Mas. You want to talk to me about empt eyes, right?" rara asked slowly repeating Baihaqi's question to her earlier.

Shamefully Baihaqi nodded softly in agreement with what Rara had said.

"Mas wants to take you out. You can, Ra?" baihaqi asked in a very soft voice.

Rara silently looked at Baihaqi. It was not usual for Baihaqi to ask him to leave. Like there's something important to talk about. Slowly Rara nodded her head steadily.

"Yes. I can Mas. Where are we going?" ask Rara slowly.

"Follow it. I want to take you somewhere important and sacred" Baihaqi said gently but very firmly.

DEG!

DEG!

DEG!

Hearing Baihaqi's words saying that he wanted to invite Rara to a place that is very important and sacred makes Rara's heart seem to stop suddenly. Then when aware the heart is immediately racing and beating faster than normal beats usually. Rara was quite surprised by Baihaqi's unusual request.

"If you know where we're going?" rara asked slowly with a little curiosity.

"Later you will know too. Can you keep it a secret?" baihaqi said softly deliberately making Rara curious and confused.

Both of Rara's eyes looked puzzled but her head slowly nodded in agreement to Baihaqi's wishes.

"Ustad Baihaqi!!" abuya shouted from the inside running very fast without wearing a shirt and hugged Baihaqi tightly.

Baihaqi smiled widely and spread out his hands as Abuya shouted very loudly while running off the armband of Kak Aneng who wanted to dress his master's favorite child.

"Abuya darling!! How you doing, son? Why not put on clothes?" baihaqi asked softly as he held Abuya and kissed some parts of Abuya's face affectionately.

Abuya was indeed from childhood very close and sticky to Baihaqi. Often it is invited to travel only both using the motor maticnya just to just walk through the villages.

"Abuya lindu ..." said Abuya spoiledly and with a voice of his bride who could not call the letter R.

"Uhhh... Om Ustad also lindu .... So play here to meet Abuya," said ABihaqi while menoel Abuya's nose with anxiety.

Abuya hugged Baihaqi tightly. Like it's been lost for a long time and found again.

Abuya instantly loosened his embrace and looked towards Baihaqi then smiled widely. Hearing will be given a gift, of course, Abuya's heart was very happy.

"Where is Ustad bai haduah for Abuya?" tanya Abuya.

Baihaqi laughed widely.

"Abuya put on a shirt first. Om Ustad wants to take the prize in the car. Later Om Ustad love you Auya is neat. Then, Om Ustad borrowed Mama Rara yes, to be invited to work with Om Ustad," said Baihaqi in a soft voice.

baihaqi took Abuya down from his gendion and gave it to Aneng who was ready to bring Abuya into the house to swear at his clothes and comb his wet hair.

"Awhile, Ra. Go to the car. There is a small gift for Abuya" Baihaqi said slowly.

Rara just nodded with resignation. Actually there is no need to serepot it to pay Abuya a gift. Abuya had too many clothes and toys. Almost every day Abuya always asked for toys to be brought every Rara home from the store or after work as a driver as souvenirs.

"Mas should not bother spoiling Abuya. Abuya's my son, Mas. And Mas itself also has children who should be more priority to pay attention to" said Rara slowly explained.

"That's it. Abuya is a child, the year is a gift. Please do not you enlarge this maslah," said Baihaqi slowly and as he passed away headed towards his car which was parked in front of Rara's house.

Baihaqi had returned with a large pack wrapped in green wrapping paper.

"Of Ustad!!" abuya shouted loudly while jumping like a kangaroo looking for prey.

"Hey ... His prize. Big right?" baihaqi asked Abuya and approached the boy with a big smile.

Baihaqi presented the gift to Abuya. Abuya received the gift with pleasure His face sparkled happily and immediately sat on the floor and forcibly tore the wrapper that covered the cardboard containing the special gift.

"Gee .... Belco's car" Abuya shouted loudly and with happiness.

Rara only looked at the Arabness of Baihaqi and Abuya. Baihaqi was indeed good since long ago, since Abuya was in the womb, only Baihaqi, his only friend who cared and was willing to make friends without anything.

"Abuya likes belco cars, right?" ask Baihaqi quietly while helping Abuya to play his car

Abuya did not answer Baihaqi's questions and was immediately busy with his toys.

Baihaqi only smiled and then stood up to Rara who had been staring at these two different men of different ages.

"Hey ... See what? The abuya? He's being engrossed. We're leaving now, can we?" ask Baihaqi slowly.

Rara nodded slowly and walked first towards the gate.

Both are now in one car. Baihaqi who focused on the streets and the steering wheel of his car made the alim man just fall silent. While Rara who was indeed confused by the departure of Baihaqi's invitation could also only be silent and not ask much.

"Where is this going?" ask Rara slowly. Rara finally ventured to ask Baihaqi where exactly they were going.

Baihaqi turned towards Rara who looked curious.

"Look at. Where's this going?" baihaqi replied briefly.

Baihaqi's car turned at the end of the road and entered the grounds of the Public Burial Ground. Then, Baihaqi's car stopped right in front of a large signboard.

Both of Rara's eyes highlighted on the large writing on the large sign. Then, turned to Baihaqi who was still busy turning off the car engine and got out of his car.

Aware of being noticed by Rara, before opening the car door, Baihaqi looked at Rara's face which was increasingly looking very beautiful. Especially now that Rara has Istiqomah using hijab, the more beautiful the girl.