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Rara had already walked right behind Baihaqi entering that Common Burial Ground. Rara did not ask much, but Rara already knew even very confidently, if Baihaqi would invite her to visit Fatima, Baihaqi's wife who several years ago first faced Allah SWT.

Walking to Fatima's tomb is quite far with slippery red dirt and a little muddy. Several times Rara had slipped because of wrong use of shoes and a bit slipped but not to fall.

"Argh ..." cried Rara a little loudly because of the shock of falling.

Hearing Rara's cry behind her, Baihaqi stopped her steps and twisted her body to look at Rara.

"Rho? You all right?" bihaqi asked in a soft voice slightly worried with Rara.

Rara's heart was still beating violently in shock. Baihaqi's hand reached out to Rara's hand to be held in captivity. Rara also timidly reached for the hand and began to clutch tightly.

"Mas ... Sorry yeah. I was about to fall" said Rara in a soft voice and appeared a little shy.

Baihaqi mangangguk. Baihaqi understood that the road to Fatima's tomb was very slippery.

"Slow down, Ra. They will keep holding your hand. Don't you ever let go?" baihaqi said quietly with another intention.

The purpose of Baihaqi's arrival to Fatima's burial place by inviting Rara is in addition to wanting to sow flowers and give prayers, there is another desire Baihaqi is to ask for permission and blessing in front of Fatima's pusara, Fatima, The wife to marry Rara, the woman of his heart so far, who is currently taken together to Fatima's funeral.

"Still far away, Mum?" rara asked in a soft voice with a slightly wheezing breath.

It is quite tiring to walk from the front of the parking lot to go inside to the Fatima center.

"A little more," Baihaqi said in a soft voice.

Baihaqi still continued to tightly grip Rara's left hand. Slowly walking while pulling slowly Rara to continue to follow him until reaching the center of Fatima which is in the middle corner.

Both have arrived at the center of Fatima, where Fatima was rested for the last time.

Rara had crouched down and started pouring rose water carried by Baihaqi earlier and sprinkled red roses that were so fragrant.

Baihaqi stared fixedly at Rara. The woman now looks more mature and looks more mature and beautiful with a long hijab that never leaves her head.

Feeling noticed, Rara stopped her activity and returned Baihaqi's sweet-smiling gaze to look at Rara subconsciously.

"Eccw .... It's okay," Baihaqi replied with a slight nervousness as she was caught staring at Rara full of cravings.

"Mas, don't sow the roses?" ask Rara slowly. Since then Rara only saw Baihaqi pray and was busy staring at Rara who was busy sowing roses and watering the navel with rose water that was so fragrant.

"Oh yes... Where's the flower?" baihaqi asked quietly while looking for the basket containing the roses.

Rara gave the small basket containing the roses to Baihaqi. Little by little red roses were sprinkled on his wife's belly button. Baihaqi's gaze was quite sad, a glimpse of Fatima's shadow, The Wife was as if wandering in her mind. Realized that everything had passed and now, Baihaqi wanted to live a new life and proposed to the woman who had always disturbed his heart.

Honestly, Baihaqi and Rara have very rarely communicated and are not as intelligent as before when Rara was still living in Rumah Bambu. After Rara decided to move and live independently with all her own efforts, like being separated between distance and time even though they both still live in one city.

Rara was indeed close, indeed dear to Baihaqi first. Maybe if Baihaqi used to move quickly to propose to Rara then Rara would consider everything. But now everything has changed. Rara has had another heart patch even though it only exists in cyberspace. But love and affection are real and not hallucinations because they both have met and looked directly at the face.

Baihaqi rubbed Fatima's headstone gently. Wanting to express his heart now to feel relieved and not stuck after a few months Baihaqi can only keep his love in silence to Rara. His deep breath was so fresh that the chest cavity emptiness that had felt tight until the incoming oxygen was able to provide calmness in his heart and clarity in thinking. There is no time anymore, now is the right time to reveal everything with a tub. There is the Fatima Pusara, there is Rara, the woman of his pujaa who will replace the position of Fatima in the heart of Biahaqi for the rest of his life.

"Fatima, Mas came to your place because there are two things, besides that, Mas misses you and this has become a routine of Mas who always visit you once a month to remove all feelings of longing for you. But, Forgive Mas who has not been able to keep Mas's promises to you as long as you live. And now, Mas has come to introduce you to a woman who is so kind and just as kind as you are, Fatima," Baihaqi said quietly and so very calmly.

Rara was quite shocked to hear Baihaqi's words that were so juju and so sincere from her innermost heartstrings. Baihaqi is the type of man who never makes things up or is smart to reason for getting things.

"What do you mean, Mum?" asked Rara who was curious about Baihaqi's words just now.

Baihaqi looked at Rara and smiled. The two of them crouched face to face and stared at each other. Baihaqi looked at Rara with a longed gaze, while Rara looked at Baihaqi with a confused and targeted look.

This was the first time Baihaqi took Rara to the Fatima Pusara. I don't know what the purpose should be to invite Rara, that's a question that has been in Rara's mind since.

Now Baihaqi's hand stretched out past Fatima's navel, and gently pulled Rara's hand which had only been holding an empty bottle that had been used up to flush the ground in Fatima's navel.

Rara took off the empty bottle until it fell down near her feet and silenced Baihaqi pulling both tags and tightly grasping both hands. There is comfort in itself, but a little bit empty. Rara's feeling towards Baihaqi was already not as great as before as Rara really admired Baihaqi's figure.

Rara began to retreat and no longer wanted to hope with her feelings after Baihaqi was close to one of the students who was assigned to intern at her Pndok Pesantren. The closeness of the two makes Rara become more sensitive to her feelings and more able to be vigilant to judge yourself for a speed.

Rara who is only a convert and not knowledgeable will certainly lose to compete with women who are truly qualified in their field.

At that time Rara decided to move from the Bamboo House and no longer save and betahan on her feelings.