Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Umaiza Room

We had reached the orphanage, by going through a very jammed journey. Because they mostly come home from out of town. During the trip Umaiza slept on her mother's shoulder.

Seen by Rahman from the glass top of the car, Umaiza's face is very calm, soft and looks more beautiful.

Mr. Baskoro once looked back. Rahma's mother caressed her daughter's cheek.

Umaiza woke up rubbing her eyes with one hand.

"Mom, are you here?" umaiza asked, her eyes not fully opened.

"Here you go, son, come on, get up" said Rahma's mother as she stroked her head.

Rahman and Pak Baskoro descend which was followed by Bu Rahma and Umaiza.

"Umaiza's settled, do I need to help you?"

"No need, Mom. Umaiza's things are a little. But Umaiza will pray dzuhur first yes,"

"Yes, Son. I'm going to meet Ayesha's mother with me,"

"Good, Mom,"

Umaiza went into her room, Rahma and Pak Baskoro went into the room Aisyah and Rahman quietly waited to accompany the children of the playhouse.

Umaiza to the bathroom for ablution and dzuhur prayer. Then sort-bust. Rahman went to the seminary to perform the dzuhur prayer.

After finishing cleaning up, Umaiza looked around the room. "The room is definitely Umaiza miss," said Umaiza slowly. For 23 years it has been a place of rest.

Then Umaiza after being satisfied to see every corner of her room, Umaiza said goodbye to the mother of the kitchen and the children of the orphanage. Umaiza promises once a month to come to the parlor to meet them.

Umaiza then went to Ayesha's mother, all the files about Umaiza had been handed over to her father and mother.

"Mom, when Umaiza was found by Mom. Didn't find anything in the basket?" tanya Umaiza made sure.

"It seems there, I forgot," Aisyah's mother searched for a used basket of Umaiza first found in front of the terrace. "This," under the covers a letter was handed over to Rahma's mother.

Rahma's mother received and opened the letter. When it opened, Rahma's mother was shocked. A very familiar writing.

Forgive Om, Son.

Son, you are innocent. But Om apologizes, if Om has taken you and entrusted you to a remote orphanage far from the city.

Because Om was so intentional that your parents couldn't find you. Om hates your father so much because your father has taken away the woman you love so much, your mother. Om wants to see them suffer by separating them from you. Hopefully if you are an adult you will understand.

R.A

Mom was crying and the father who was reading looked angry. Then I hugged Mom, Mom's crying was getting louder. "Rudi Between, Well, who did this to us," Dad nodded.

Umaiza took the letter from Mom's hand. And read. Then look at Mom and Dad.

"Mother, you can't be sad. Umaiza has met. Can't hate in revenge father's hate. Later will not be finished," said Umaiza hugged Mom from behind.

"Yes, son."

"But whose name did you say?"

"Rudi Antara, Son," said Mother turned to face Umaiza.

"Rudi Antara, like no stranger to Umaiza's ears, wait a minute, ma'am"

Umaiza sat followed by her father and mother, Aisyah's mother remained standing. Umaiza opened the bag to pick up Rara's leptop. Umaiza leptop wallpaper is indeed installed family photos.

"What is this, Mom?" Umaiza asked after her leptop lit up.

I watched carefully as well as with my father.

"Yes, Son. That's Rudi Antara. Why the photo is on leptop. Whose leptop is this?" tanya I saw Umaiza with my eyes.

"That leptop belongs to Umaiza's best friend, ma'am. Name's Rara. And Rara's son, Mr. Rudi Antara, let Umaiza save the letter,"

"Be careful, son. Your father and Rara's father used to be close friends" Mother warned.

"Yes, Mom,"

After everything was done, we paid our respects to Aisyah's mother. Umaiza was crying in Aisyah's mother's arms. Who for 23 years taught and educated Umaiza to what it is today. And we went out together. Umaiza's belongings were put by Rahman into the trunk.

"Well, Umaiza permission to sit in front huh. Who knows you want to rest near your father" Smile Umaiza grinned.

"Had told you to be close to Rahman, to sell Mom," teased Mom who can come back again like before. Cheerful and warm woman.

"Byeah, Mother. It could be," said Umaiza with flushed cheeks.

I sat in the back with my mom.

Umaiza beside Rahman.

Umaiza tried to open her voice.

"Sister, now we know who has taken Umaiza and dumped her into the parlor,"

"Who is?" still focused on looking ahead.

"That's Rara,"

"What?" with a slightly high tone and turned towards Umaiza.

"Yes, Sister, Mother of the home found the letter, Mom and Dad are very familiar with the writing. Rara's father and father were close friends. They both fall in love with Mom, but Mom prefers dad. So Rara's father hates her father and mother a lot" explains Umaiza.

"Then you understand, but still wrong."

"If it repeats itself how?"

"What about Umaiza?"

"Rara seems to like Big Brother, too,"

"Sister doesn't care, I'm going to propose to Umaiza. The blessing of parents has also been obtained," said Rahman.

"But the past events of his father and father do not want to be repeated again,"

"Hopefully, it won't happen. We have God,"

"Yes, Brother. Both do yes."

"Surely, brother will always be next to Umaiza believe me,"

"Thank you,"

Now Umaiza has a feeling of relief. Hopefully what you're worried about doesn't happen.

We all arrived at Mr. Baskoro's house. Umaiza's father and mother had woken up.

Mr. Baskoro go first.

Umaiza and Rahma's mother walk side by side.

Rahman's brother helped ART to bring down Umaiza's belongings.

Umaiza saw the house of her father and mother was very amazed, big. The house is classic modern, the objects in the room are very artistic.

Mom shows Umaiza's room, which Rahman and ART follow. Big, neat, clean very well maintained.

"Mother, sure you'll be back one day, son, so this room is always cleaned by aunt."

Umaiza looked inside, there was a special cupboard. There were many words on the door, as the words grew older Umaiza. There were no tears Umaiza fell on the cheek. Out of touch. Although far away but the affection that Mother gives is very felt.

Umaiza immediately hugged Mom.

Rahman and ART went back down.

Umaiza's belongings were stored in the corner of the room, Umaiza and Mother came downstairs.

I've changed clothes in casual clothes.

"Is Umaiza happy to see her room?" ask Umaiza's father

"Yes, dad. Umaiza pleased. Thank you,"

"If anything is lacking, Umaiza says. Moreover, Umaiza is upstairs, so as not to go back and forth down,"

"Yes, Dad. Umaiza will tell dad,"

"Rahman don't go home we eat first, must be hungry. We forgot to eat this afternoon,"

"Yes, Sir. It's okay,"

"Mom, is there a mushola?"

"There, in the back,"

"Sister, let's pray first." take Umaiza to Rahman.

Rahman nodded.

We take ablution, then pray. Umaiza saw Rahman who was doused in ablution water his face seemed to glow, as well as Umaiza.

Rahman became Imam and Umaiza became his master. When prayers congregate like this cause a sense of solemnity and calm in the hearts of both. Especially if we are a married couple.