Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Wedding Venues

Umaiza waits for Rahman to pray ashar in the back garden swing. Swinging her own legs, Umaiza was like a child.

Rahman saluted to the right and to the left and then said dhikr and do'a. Umaiza smiled to see Rahman had finished praying.

Rahman stood up and looked in all directions, getting Umaiza on the swing.

"Waiting brother?"

"Yes, Brother. Here's the ring," while it's about to be removed from its ring finger.

"That already belongs to Za, right, sister had proposed to Za in front of Mom. If Za returns it so Za cancels the sister's proposal," Rahman said, looking at Umaiza, Rahman sat down at the Gazebo.

Umaiza approached Rahman and looked at him with a sharp look.

"Za, why see a sister like that?"

"So that brother proposed to Umaiza seriously?"

"Yes, seriously Za. Do what a fool,"

Umaiza was moved to hear Rahman's words.

"Does Za want to repeat and throw a fancy party for her proposal?"

"No, Brother. No need, Umaiza is just sad, Mother did not see it,"

"In the Lord, Mother supports what you have done to Za,"

"Thank you, brother. Brother came and proposed to Za at the right time," while shedding tears.

Wanting Rahman hugged the hut of Umaiza but Rahman realized that Umaiza was not yet his mahrom. It's not madhorot like yesterday. While on the bridge crossing because Umaiza was afraid to embrace Rahman with spontaneity so did Rahman carrying Umaiza while taking her to the hospital and when returning from the hospital.

"Sister, we are also married do not need to rame-rame yes. Just family,"

"Why indeed?"

"Za, I'm afraid someone's going to ruin our marriage,"

"Okay, I understand,"

"Sister, when are you going home?"

"Ba'da maghrib yes, tomorrow after work brother here again. If Za's anything, call brother directly,"

"Yes, Brother."

"In yuk, the afternoon wind is not good for Za's health, let alone Za just healed,"

Umaiza inwardly followed by Rahman.

Mr. Baskoro is studying the file that was brought by Rahman, Rahma's mother is reading a book. Umaiza and Rahman sat in a chair near them.

"Sir, ma'am, sorry Rahman permission to speak for a moment" Rahman said.

Mr. Baskoro gave up his job, Rahma's mother closed the book and kept it on the table.

"Please, what does Rahman want to say?"

"I have proposed to Umaiza and Umaiza also received my application, I had time to ask if the application needs to be repeated, said Umaiza does not need, right, Za?"

"Yes, Brother,"

"Yes, I don't think it's necessary either. Rahman proposed to Umaiza that there was a witness to Mother," said Rahma's mother smiling.

Rahman was relieved to hear Rahma's mother's words.

"Well, if my daughter Umaiza had said so. I also agree, when do you want to get married?"

"Perhaps later after Za finishes the trial, Saturday or week I take the mother to determine her wedding day,"

"Yes, the sooner the better. At least if Umaiza is married there will be no more like Roni here," said Mr. Baskoro.

"Yes, Dad, Za also married her at home. Simple family law only near." Umaiza tried to give her opinion.

"Father and mother understand, the important thing is solemn, right?" ask Rahma's mother to make sure.

"Yes, Mom."

"How about marrying her in a parlor, at least if there will be difficult to reach by the media. If it's the same here as the media, how about Umaiza, Rahman?" ask Rahma's mother

"Yes, Mom. Umaiza agrees, why don't you think there?" smiling with his special smile.

"Yes, Mom. Rahman agreed, in order to celebrate Za's happy day with the orphanage children and Za's children who were stopped,"

"Yes, Brother. The important thing is yes, how is Dad?" umaiza said and asked her father.

"For the sake of happiness Umaiza father will support,"

"Alhamdulillah," Rahman was very relieved after revealing everything and the decision was determined. Now just determine the exact date.

"We celebrate this by eating out yuk," asked Mr. Baskoro.

"Come, dad. Umaiza bosen at home, let alone been panicked,"

"Come, Rahman. You must come," asked Rahma's mother.

"Good, Mom."

"Wait a minute, sister, Za, get ready first,"

Umaiza also followed Rahman calling himself 'Za'.

Rahma's mother and Baskoro's father were also ready. Rahman opened his suit and slightly opened his sleeves and rolled it up to the elbow.

Adhan Maghrib reverberated, Rahman went to the toilet in the back garden to wash his face and ablution, then to the mosque for prayer. The material is hung on a nail.

Rahman prayed fervently, again Umaiza was waiting for him near the door.

"Non, very faithful to her future husband again pray until waiting so," sedu bi Marni.

"Yes, scared in the same tease aunt. Because her future husband Umaiza was a limited edition," with a smile grinning.

Rahman who just came out of the mosque smiled to see the whereabouts of Umaiza who was waiting for him.

"What are you talking about, really fun?" ask Rahman.

"This, Sir. The word non Umaiza..," bi Marni's words were cut off after seeing Umaiza keeping her index finger in front of her tiny lips.

"Secret of both of us," whispered Umaiza to the ear of bi Marni.

"Oh, yes Non. Sorry, auntie to the back first,"

"That's right, it has begun the secrets of her future husband. If you're married, you're gonna push her nose red,"

"Ih, bad brother."

"Hmmm, tell him who's playing secrets,"

"Let's just relax, Za, don't say anything ugly."

"Yes, deh. I believe, if the sister of the prospective husband is limited edition, hehehe," Rahman said while chuckling.

"Kok, you know, nguping huh?"

"How about nguping, Za's voice was loud so it sounded the same big brother,"

"Ih, Za, so embarrassed," closed his face.

Rahman laughed at Umaiza's behavior.

Umaiza walks inside following Rahman. Shortly after, Mr. Baskoro and Ms. Rahma came out of her room.

"It's done, Umaiza?"

"Already, Mom."

"Come, go," said Mr. Baskoro.

Everyone get out of the house and into the car. Now using Pak Baskoro's rather large car 'Alphard' to relax a little.

His car was carried by Rahman, Umaiza sat next to Rahman and Pak Baskoro sat in the back with Rahma's mother.

"Bismillah" Rahman said as he was about to start his car. Then drove his car out the gate and into the highway.

Rahman, who already knew Mr. Baskoro's favorite restaurant and Ms. Rahma, immediately took the car to the destination.

Not long ago they had arrived at the restaurant that Mr. Baskoro was referring to.

Umaiza got out of the car, as did Pak Baskoro and Ms Rahma. Rahman parked the parking lot provided by the restaurant.

The waiter who used to serve him immediately brought Mr. Baskoro, Umaiza and Ms. Rahma into the vip room followed by Rahman.

They've gone into the vip room and the waiter's coming.

"We order a special menu here food, drinks and do not forget the dessert," said Pak Baskoro.

"Good, sir. Wait a minute we will prepare the order," replied the waiter kindly and then went to the kitchen to prepare the order from Mr. Baskoro.

"Umaiza, that's if you weren't wrong. Rahman said Umaiza taught street kids?"

"Yes, Mom, a long time ago,"

"Well, have a land or an empty house. How about opening a study room for them?" said Rahma's Mother.

"Some, we'll see the place."

"Thank you, dad, Mom,"

"Yes, so that Umaiza does not teach in the streets,"

"But if you can not be far from the red light stop, because they learn while looking for money in the stop" said Umaiza. Remember when he was selling flowers at that stop.

"Yes, Son. Mom understands. We can get them to create new works. So as not to busk or beg,"

"Yes, Mommy. But the biggest challenge there is from their parents and also the chief busker and beggar, ma'am,"

"Oh, so. We'll think about it together" said Umaiza's calming father.

"Sister, ready to help. In Shaa Allah, good will be Allah's ease" Rahman said.

"Amijin,"

The order came and we took it. No noise until the food is gone. Moreover, Umaiza did not hear the slightest sound. In the meal, Umaiza also looks elegant.