Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Umaiza Stiffness

It feels like my defense is collapsing

When I heard my Girl of the Tribe

tuk proposed to him

The man who hurt her

I tried to get my feet up

Although it feels heavy

I want to feel angry, scorn even hit him.

But I try to calm down

as calm as the water in the lake despite being blown by strong winds.

"Everything's happy" said Rahman with a smile that expands even though it is not in line with his heart and mind.

"Jiang,"

"Here you are, Mr. Bima, how did you meet the rector today?" Rahman said.

"Yes, already, Rahman. That's why we're here to apologize" explained Mr. Bima.

Roni glanced at Rahman sitting in front of him.

Mr. Baskoro was a little tense but melted when he saw Rahman coming.

"My wife-to-be, where, sir?" rahman asked Mr. Baskoro.

"With Mom on top,"

Roni looks very upset when he heard Rahman calling Umaiza with the words 'candidate'.

"Why did you Rahman tell Umaiza the future wife?" roni asked with a red face in anger.

"Indeed Umaiza my future wife, whether yesterday I spoke less clearly."

"Before marriage, Umaiza can still apply to anyone?" roni said, getting annoyed.

"Who should wait for marriage, in Islam the sermon or proposal can also be binding,"

"I can't believe I want to marry Umaiza" said Roni angrily as she kicked the table and almost hit Rahman but was held by Dewa and Pak Bima.

"Well, if you don't believe me let Umaiza I call here, later Umaiza explained to you," Rahman said calmly but a little firmly.

Pak Bima and Dewa lowered their heads.

Mr. Baskoro nodded towards Rahman.

Rahman went up the stairs to Umaiza's room. Inside Umaiza was frightened, in the arms of Rahma's mother.

"Za, this is brother coming,"

"Just open Rahman, not in the key" replied Rahma's mother.

Umaiza let go of her embrace.

Rahman crouched down in front of Umaiza who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Sister, Umaiza's afraid,"

"Za, don't be afraid. There's Mom, dad and sister, right here,"

"What do you have to answer?"

"May you ask, Umaiza would like to accept Roni's proposal?"

"Yes, certainly not sister. Why did you ask that," Umaiza was angry at Rahman's question and turned her face the other way.

"If Khairul Rahman proposed to her, would Umaiza want to be the wife and mother of her children?"

Umaiza looked at Rahman with teary eyes, then nodded her head slowly.

Rahman took the box out of his suit pocket and gave it to Rahma's mother to open and attach it to Umaiza's finger.

Rahma's mother smiled and opened the ring box and put it on Umaiza's ring finger.

"Thank you for accepting the proposal from my sister,"

"Together, Umaiza was happy to accept it, In Shea Allah Umaiza will try to be the wife that Kak Rahman hoped for."

"We fought together, now Za comes down and answers as is."

"Yes, Brother. Bismilbornrahmannirrohiim, Lahawla walla kuwwata illa billihan," Umaiza said as she repaired her veil and stood up.

Rahma's mother held Umaiza's arm and Rahman walked behind.

Umaiza walked with her head down not looking anywhere.

Umaiza sits on a chair with Rahma's mother.

Roni smiled to see Umaiza coming.

"Umaiza thank you for coming down,"

Said Roni with a happy look.

"What are you here for?"

"I want to apologize for my treatment yesterday,"

"Forget over it, assume nothing ever happened."

Hearing such an answer from Umaiza Roni felt that there was new hope, "so you want to accept my proposal?"

"I'm sorry, if that's why I can't. Because I've become Kak Rahman's future wife."

"When did he propose, huh?" Roni was angry back, there was no shame and especially manners.

"Lied you,"

"True, here's the proof" by showing the ring on his ring finger.

"I don't take all this,"

"As for you, it's none of my business,"

"Look, I'll repay you all" said Roni

Mr. Baskoro has been flushed but immediately held by Rahman.

"Astagfirullah, Roni. Is it true that if I apply for Umaiza should ask you for permission?"

Roni looked at Rahman.

"When going to propose to Umaiza all I need is the blessing of Mr. Baskoro, Rahma's mother and my mother. When I asked Umaiza no one had proposed to her, either" in a soft voice.

Umaiza looked at Rahman with admiration.

"If Umaiza when I applied to answer that there was already a husband, I would not propose to her. Because Ibn 'Umar in his history said

'The Prophet SAW forbids some of you from selling something that has been sold to others and a man should not propose to a woman who has been proposed to his brother before his brother cancels his application or allows him to propose to a woman who has been proposed to him it has been proposed.' (this lafadz is narrated by Imam Bukhari in the Book of Shahinya in the Book of Marriage, and such things have been narrated by the Imam Muslim.)

do you understand Ron?" rahman asked after explaining by giving the hadith.

Roni who was full of anger and lust but was silent when he heard the explanation from Rahman. Roni realized that Umaiza had never liked him before.

"May Umaiza speak, Ron?"

Roni fell silent.

Rahma's mother's hand continued to hold her daughter's hand tightly.

"Repent, Ron. Before late. Ask Allah for forgiveness, apologize to the women you have played with and cast out."

Roni.

"If you want to get a good woman, fix yourself first. In the Lord God will prepare the best mate for you. It could be better than me" Umaiza continued

"Yes, Son. Umaiza and Rahman said, Do not force your will. If you love, do not hurt Umaiza. Let them be happy," advised Pak Bima who had lowered his head earlier.

God is a quiet boy, he doesn't talk much.

Roni hugged Pak Bima with tears.

"Father, Mother, Umaiza and Rahman forgive my son Roni who has made a noise here. Please understand, Roni was like this after his mother died and my mistake spoiled him greatly. Substitute for her mother's lost affection, I replace it with money," explained Mr. Bima while looking down embarrassed.

"Yes, it's okay. Let's just take the silver. Hopefully with events like this can make Roni change," said Mr. Baskoro.

Rahma's mother smiled and then nodded.

Roni, Pak Bima, and the God pampit from Pak Baskoro's house.

Mr. Baskoro, Ms. Rahma and Rahman drove to the yard of the house. After the car passed, they returned to the house.

"Rahman, I salute you stay calm,"

"I salute the Father, but this is the house of the Father but did not immediately expel them,"

"Want me like that, Rahman, but several times you calm me and I see Mr. Bima and the God who lowered his head continuously in shame with the actions of his son,"

"Yes, Sir. Poor thing, it turns out Roni like that because of loss of affection," said Rahman.

"Yes, but by the way it was the ring that was on Umaiza's finger when it was given?"

"So, Dad. When Rahman went upstairs,"

"Smart also yes, added my salute," teased Pak Baskoro.

"Quick and precise, huh, Dad?" said Rahma's mother who had been silent.

"That must have been a hadith you know from where?" ask Mr. Baskoro again.

"Yes, read the book, sir,"

"Calm down, Dad, Umaiza's already afraid Roni's making a mess here,"

"Yes, if such a person, Za, touch his heart. When Za said she was turning down, she looked down,"

"That's right, yeah, brother,"

"Yes, Za,"

"What's the business at the office?"

"Surfing, Sir. Oh, yes, in the car there are some files you have to sign. Intentionally I bring it, fear is important,"

"Okay, let me see,"

"Good, Sir. I'll take it first,"

Rahman walked outside to get the file in the car and returned home to hand it over to Mr. Baskoro.

"This, sir," is kept on the table in front of Mr. Baskoro.

"Thank you, I'll learn,"

"Together, sir,"

Rahman sat down again. When looking at the clock on the wall the clockwise direction to the number 4.

"Za, you pray Ashar first yes,"

"Yes, Brother,"

They have calmed down, back again chatting and chatting together accompanied by drinks and snacks that make them more relaxed.

Rahman was ready to be a priest, husband, brother, friend, friend to Umaiza. The sincere love that Rahman has that makes Pak Baskoro, Ibu Rahma believe and believe, Rahman can protect, protect and make Umaiza happy.