Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Session

Pov Rahman

Rahman woke up as usual. But what made the difference was the purpose of his departure. Rahman had breakfast easily. Fry the chicken, because the leftover cuisine yesterday brought Farid to the house of Mother.

The rice is made fried rice.

Rahman devoured his cooking. And the time has shown at 07:00 Rahman finish the dishes and wash the dishes and cooking fried rice. Rahman indeed if the former cook is not allowed to accumulate, likes to be washed, on a rag and stored to the original place.

Rahman today left not wearing a suit or shirt but using a long knit t-shirt that fits on the body in blue strips and black cotton pants, for his flat shoes only to look relaxed.

Rahman out of the house did not forget to bring his cellphone, and locked the house. Rahman walked to the car and went inside. Rahman started his car and quickly opened the gate when Rahman had run his car out of the gate.

In the streets there are selling a bouquet of roses, Rahman pulled over and called the florist. Rahman bought a bouquet and handed over the money.

Rahman put it behind the chair. To surprise Umaiza.

Pov Umaiza's

Umaiza gets up at 04:30. Umaiza opened up a little thesis book to learn a little thesis material. Everything was already felt in his memory, Umaiza closed and kept back the thesis book.

Umaiza went to the bathroom, the air was very cold. Umaiza turns on the warm water in the bathtub for soaking.

After the water was full, Umaiza went into the bathtub. Previously Umaiza had taken a shower under the shower. Soak for a while and the warm water already feels cold. Umaiza came out using only a towel and the interior.

Umaiza intends to dry her hair first with a hairdryer. Dry hair, Umaiza picked up the shirt and replaced it in the dressing room. It feels like everything is neat, Umaiza wears make up as necessary. To brighten up, Umaiza tries to wear liptin on her tiny lips that looks to be fresh pink. And his lower eyes use 'piggers' like that of an Arab or an Indian. His little eyes look like belo eyes.

Umaiza wears a black Long skirt and a white tunic to her knees. The hood is long until the thighs are black and the edges are white strips. Wear a scarf bag and black flat shoes.

Umaiza brought her scriptbook. And unlock the room door, open the door and get out, close the door and lock it. Umaiza came downstairs through the stairs.

Rahma's mother and Mr. Baskoro have not come out.

Umaiza is waiting in the living room.

Rahma's mother came out and was followed by Mr. Baskoro.

"Umaiza's been waiting a long time?"

"No, Ma. Umaiza just got off."

"We have breakfast, baby,"

"Yes, Dad,"

Mr. Baskoro, Ms. Rahma and Umaiza headed to the dining table.

"The beauty of the father's child" said Mr. Baskoro when he saw the face of Umaiza in full,"

"Yes, yeah, Dad,"

"Ah, Mommy. Umaiza is beautiful because her mother is also beautiful, her father is handsome, hehehe,"

Umaiza ate bread smeared with chocolate jam and drank milk.

"Don't eat fried rice, son?"

"No, Ma. Bread and milk only,"

"Okay, the fruits too. Let's not be hungry in court."

"Yes, Mother. If you're still hungry, Umaiza's eating apples,"

"Yes, son,"

The breakfast was over, Umaiza, Rahma's mother and Mr. Baskoro stood up and immediately left the dining table and returned to the living room to bring the thesis book and bag.

"Go away?" ask Mr. Baskoro.

"Yes, Dad,"

"Where's rahman?"

"Rahman goes straight to campus, I'll see you there,"

"Okay, then. Let's go" said Rahma's mother.

We all went out and headed to the car. The driver was ready near the car.

"Our aim is to go to campus, sir," said Mr. Baskoro.

"Good, sir,"

Mr. Baskoro got into the car in front next to the driver, Umaiza and Ms. Rahma in the back.

"Umaiza is ready?"

"It's God, Mom,"

"spirit,"

"Thank you, Mom,"

The driver runs his car, exits the gate and goes into the highway. Umaiza during the unrelenting journey of dhikr and do'a please be given ease.

Rahma's mother just stood still and looked out the window, as well as Mr. Baskoro.

The car reached the parking lot. Rahman was there. Umaiza immediately got out of the car, Rahman saw Umaiza's appearance unblinkingly and without turning his face away in the slightest.

Umaiza walked with a smile towards Rahman. Rahman's heart was not careless and was pounding very fast. This was the first time seeing Umaiza slightly polished her face.

Umaiza shook her hands in front of Rahman's face. And Rahman suddenly realized.

Rahman smiled and muttered, "Za, very pretty,"

"What Brother?"

"Ooooh, no." Rahman was wrong.

Umaiza smile.

You're like an angel

What God created for me.

You're Khumairahku

When you're embarrassed

Your cheeks are red.

Rahman and Umaiza walked closer to Rahma and Pak Baskoro. The scriptbook was brought by Rahman.

"Za, let's find the courtroom,"

"Good, Brother,"

The two walked through the campus hallway to find a courtroom, on the way to meet with the guidance lecturer Umaiza.

"Umaiza's here yet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you ready?"

"It's God, sir."

"Let's go to the courtroom,"

"Good, sir,"

Rahman and Umaiza follow the Instructor Lecturer. Arriving in front of the courtroom, Umaiza waited her turn.

"Rahman how's it going?" ask the Instructor.

"Thank God, well, how's the Father?"

"Thank God, Fine,"

Mr. Baskoro and Ms. Rahma were behind. Because in the hallway campus many greet.

"I live first yeah, Rahman."

"Good, sir."

Instructors enter the courtroom.

"Umaiza," call from the room.

"Bismillah" said Umaiza.

"Za, spirit," Rahman said.

"Please, sister," replied Umaiza with her trademark smile.

And put his feet into the courtroom. Rahman waited outside.

"His umaiza's in?" ask Rahma's mother.

Umaiza answered all the questions straightforwardly, firmly, quickly and precisely. 1 hour had Umaiza in the courtroom.

"It's over" said the examiner.

Umaiza smiled with relief.

"It's over, sir?" ask Umaiza to make sure.

"Already, all the questions Umaiza has answered appropriately,"

"Thank God,"

"In God, you'll pass, Za,"

"Aamiin, O God,"

"Who's umaiza?"

"Alhamdulillah, now Umaiza has met her father and mother. So Umaiza was escorted by them and Rahman's sister,"

"Alhamdulillah, we are happy to hear that Rahman was Khairul Rahman, right?" ask the supervisor.

"Yes, Sir. Definitely Kak Rahman is popular on this campus,"

"Yes, he's one good, smart, smart student."

"Hehehe, yes, sir. Can I get out?"

"Here, please Umaiza. Once again congratulations," said the supervisor.

"Thank you, sir."

Umaiza came out and the supervising lecturer followed behind.

The lecturer was shocked to see Mr. Baskoro and Ms. Rahma outside the courtroom hugging Umaiza.

Rahman nodded with the guidance counselor.

Umaiza releases the arms of Pak Baskoro and Rahma's mother.

"Umaiza this is your father and mother?"

"Yes, Sir. This is Mr. Baskoro and Ms. Rahma,"

"This campus is very familiar with him, because Mr. Baskoro is a campus donor,"

"Maa Shayah Allah, Umaiza just found out, Well,"

"Umaiza, this lecturer of yours is overrated,"

"August, Sir. How's things going?" ask the guidance counselor, who did not continue to discuss about donors because it seems that Pak Baskoro does not want to be too happy about his kindness in the presence of everyone including Umaiza.

"Okay, Alhamdulillah."

"Pantesan Umaiza smart, it turns out the son of the Father and Mother,"

"Thank God, that's a bonus for us, sir,"

Rahman and Umaiza just smiled. Hear their conversation.

"How is it done?"

"Already, Sir. Umaiza In Shaa Allah, pass."

"Alhamdulillah, then we say we go home first" said Mr. Baskoro.

"Good, Sir. Nice to meet you, Dad,"

"Together,"

Mr. Baskoro and Rahman salaman with a lecturer.

Umaiza and Ms Rahma cupped her hands in front of her chest.

Mr. Baskoro walks with Rahma and Rahman walking beside Umaiza.

"Za, where are you going now?"

"Go home, just,"

"How about we go to the mall, we're all looking for a handover,"

"By, Brother,"

We retraced the hallway we had just passed.

"Umaiza," call Rara from a distance.

Umaiza looking for the source of the sound. A voice that Umaiza was already very familiar with.

Rara ran after Umaiza. Rahman who heard a voice from behind then whispered into the ear of Umaiza who was in a daze. "Rara's in the back, Za,"

Umaiza immediately turned her back.

"Maa Shaa Allah" said Umaiza when she saw Rara's appearance.

Rara immediately hugged Umaiza. Rahman smiled at the closeness of their friendship.

"Since when?"

"Tuesday, how's it going?"

"Alhamdulillah, Fine, Rara how" said Umaiza.

"Alhamdulillah, good too."

Mr. Baskoro and Ms. Rahma were already downstairs waiting for Umaiza and Rahman.

"Here, Umaiza introduce you to my father and mother,"

"Can" said Rara.

Umaiza, Rahman and Rara descend the stairs.

"Mom, Dad, this is Rara. Ra this is Mr. Baskoro and Rahma's mother."

"August, Aunt, Om,"

"This is Rudi's son Among that, Umaiza?"

"Yes, Dad, this is Umaiza's best friend,"

"It's nice to meet you, Ra," said Rahma's mother.

"Rara is also happy to meet Om and Auntie,"

"Ra, is there still class?"

"Still, Umaiza. Now 4 courses,"

"Ooo, if so Umaiza should go home first."

"Yes, Umaiza,"

"Rara, greetings to your father and mother" said Rahma's mother.

"Okay, Auntie, Rara's gonna tell me to Mom and Dad,"

Rara hugs Umaiza and then shaman and kisses Rahma's hand. Rara went back to college.

Mr. Baskoro on the phone by Alifa.

"Well, wait for me to go to the office soon," that's what was heard from Mr. Baskoro's remark.

"What's up, Dad?" ask Rahma's mother.

"Alifa phone, Bima and Dewa want to resign. So I have to get to the office,"

"Well, I'm going home with Umaiza and Rahman."

"Yes, Rahman tipped off Mom and Umaiza ya,"

"Good, sir,"

Mr. Baskoro walked over and got into the car. Rahman, Umaiza and Rahma's mother get into the car.

"Mom, Kak Rahman would like to take Umaiza to the Mall, Mommy would like to come or take her home first?"

"Mom, come with you. All of you want to go shopping,"

"Good, Mom."

Rahman drove his car out of the campus parking lot and drove his car to a mall that contained several famous boutiques there. And some of Rahma's mother's subscriptions.