Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Parents' Love

Umaiza went into the house to find Rahma's mother who had been looking for her.

"Yes, ma'am," Umaiza said as she sat in the living room.

"Dad looked for it said he wanted to talk."

"Oh, Yes, Mom. Dad's home yet?"

"Have, again, cleaned first,"

"Mom, what do you want to talk about?"

"Mother, neither do you know, son,"

"Is there anything important about Umaiza and Rahman's relationship?"

"Maybe, hopefully nothing serious,"

Mr. Baskoro came out, Umaiza's face became tense instantly. Since we last split up on campus, Mr. Baskoro on the phone with Alifa about Pak Bima.

"Umaiza I want to talk,"

"Yes, yeah,"

"Pak Bima resigned he said he wanted to take Roni out of the city. So too with the gods. I need a replacement for Pak Bima immediately. Would Umaiza want to replace him?"

"So Umaiza works a division with Kak Rahman?"

"Yes, would you?"

"Umaiza would, Dad, but is there no prohibition in the office husband and wife work under one division, what do other employees view?"

"As long as Umaiza can be professional why not and again you will marry surely Rahman will be retired,"

"Okay, for Dad's sake, Umaiza wants to help. Try this one month, if this one month sounds noisy Umaiza retreats,"

"Calm down, next month the new branch office is finished, Rahman is moved there and Umaiza will replace Rahman and now while waiting for a new employee, Umaiza who replaced Pak Bima," obviously father.

"Good, Dad,"

"Tomorrow, Umaiza can already go to the office,"

"Good, Dad,"

There was a sense of relief in Umaiza's heart. After hearing the explanation from Mr. Baskoro.

"Now how has your wedding day progressed?"

"KK and KTP are done, Kak Rahman wants one more week,"

"Where are you getting ready?"

"Stay WO and come to the Panti,"

"Okay, dad agrees. Long close to that which is not the mahram later khilaf and then cause slander,"

"Yes, Dad, Thank you,"

Adzan maghrib.

"Mom, Umaiza, we pray together in the mosque yes," asked Mr. Baskoro after the adzan was completed.

"Come, Dad," replied Umaiza.

Rahma's mother nodded.

The father of ablution in the room, Umaiza wudhu in the ablution place which is in the park as well as Rahma's mother.

Umaiza and Rahma's mother entered the mosque, followed by Baskoro from behind.

Baskoro became the Imam.

Dad's voice sounded so sweet. The murrotals of the famous ustadz. Adding to our activities.

"Assalamu'alaikum," looked to the right at the follow by Umaiza and Rahma's mother

"Assalamu'alaikum," looked to the left at Umaiza's and Rahma's mother's followings.

We dhikr and do'a first. Then Mr. Baskoro faced us and gave his hand which was welcomed by Ms. Rahma then Pak Baskoro kissed Ms. Rahma's forehead. And so is Umaiza. And now Umaiza is kissing Rahma's mother's hand. And Rahma's mother kissed her forehead and then her cheeks.

The affection given by his parents flows into the body of Umaiza there is a sense of haru and happy because of this atmosphere that Umaiza always craved.

POV Rahman

Rahman got a chat from Umaiza that her KTP and KK are in order. Rahman immediately VC and asked Umaiza to get married within 1 week, Umaiza agreed.

Rahman was very happy to hear the answer from Umaiza and rushed the phone on the lid and went to Mother's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Rahman said as he opened the door and sat down on the chair.

"Wa'alacummussalaam, Rahman. What does it look like to be so happy?" Answer Mother out of the room and sit next to Rahman.

"Mother, please take care of RT/RW for Rahman's wedding yes,"

"Yes, it must be Rahman. When's that?"

"Next week,"

"Allah may Allah be pleased and granted comfort until H day,"

"Aamiin yaa Robbal alamiin," hugged Rahman to Mother.

"For all this time there is anxiety in the heart, Mother,"

"Worry why, Mother?"

"Mother, afraid Rahman never thought about marriage problems. Because you saw, Rahman was so happy to work,"

"Mother, Rahman is also normal. So Rahman built a house, made a dowry, bought jewelry in advance, all that preparation for my future wife,"

"Yes, maybe it's time to go now,"

"Yes, Mother,"

"Umaiza how?"

"Umaiza is a good wife, Mother. He always fucked up what Rahman said,"

"Alhamdulillah, it seems that although the child born to a rich family, did not meet for long. Doesn't make Umaiza a proud, extravagant child,"

"Yes, Mother. Just take it to the store, don't want to. Looking for cheap,"

"Maa Allah, may she remain a simple and sholeh girl."

"Aamiin, Mother,"

Mother to the dinner table brought Rahman's favorite cake.

"Rahman is a cake, Mother made this cake this morning,"

"Yes, Mother was just wanting to," replied the Mother and her plate were stored on the table. She sat down next to Rahman.

"It never changes, Bun," when you eat your cake.

"Alhamdulillah, which makes her still Mother,"

"Farid where, Bun?"

"Not yet to return home, usually maghrib returns home,"

Rahman continued to eat cakes made by Mother, when seen it turns out on the plate is up.

"Mother, less,"

"Yes, In Shaa Allah, tomorrow Mother make again,"

"Promise yes, Mother?"

"Yes, son, what's the side dish cooking?"

"Mother cook grilled chicken, capcay and sambal,"

"Rahman if you ask, is there still for Mother and Farid?"

"Take it, Mother deliberately cook a lot."

"Alhamdulillah, Mother, Rahman should probably have been pingit huh?"

"Yes, it's up to Rahman. Not really, it's okay."

"Rahman if you see Umaiza often afraid of khilaf, Bun,"

"Yes, that's why the only way to get married is right away,"

Rahman smiled amusedly at Mother's answer.

"Yes, it's his business to stay at the WO and ask permission to go to the parlor, Bun,"

"Alhamdulillah, it is so very easy for God,"

"Yes, Bun. May there be no obstacles and obstacles."

"Amijin,"

"Later on Saturday morning, Bun, to his Pak Baskoro's house. So we can go to the house together."

"Yes, Rahman. Mother Come along,"

"Bun, usually the handover is brought during the application, while Rahman is the proposal impromptu. Are we just bringing Saturday?"

"No, no, it'll be on the wedding day, right,"

"Dad and Mother's families will be invited?"

"Law alone, son, already in the Alhamdulillah come, not also yes we should not be hurt,"

"Yes, Bun,"

"Try Mother, call,"

"Well, Bun, hopefully this can tighten the friendship rope,"

"Amijin,"

"Mother, Rahman to the house first yes, want to pray,"

"This is the side dish,"

"Let's eat together when Farid comes, then,"

"Good, son,"

Rahman stood up and went out of the house and walked towards his house. Actually there is a feeling of fear when you hear Mother wants to invite Father's brother. Rahman was afraid they would come and ruin his wedding, "Astagfirullah, astagfirullah" Rahman said, wiping his chest.

Rahman went to the bathroom for ablution and walked out to the mosque and the maghrib prayer. Rahman collapsed on the prayer mat and tried to close his eyes. And Rahman fell asleep.

In his sleep, Rahman dreams of meeting his father.

"Rahman," Call Dad.

"Yes, Dad,"

"No need to worry,"

"Yes, Dad,"

"Brother Father, will come with blessing. Your marriage, which is only a few days away, will unite your family with your Mother,"

"Could Dad really?"

"Right, son, there's gonna be a lot of wisdom behind your marriage,"

"Thank God, Dad, you're coming too?"

"I'm sorry you can't come, I can only give you my blessing. Be a sholeh husband, who can look after and protect your wife,"

"Why won't you come?"

Dad's away.

"Father," cried Rahman until carried away to his consciousness.

A very real dream, Rahman came out in cold sweat, the words that father blurted out so clearly. Like the father up there knowing what Rahman was worried about and telling to calm him down through a dream.

"Dad, Rahman missed,"

Rahman hid his head behind his knees and cried until sobbing.

Dad became a role model, to his children never angry let alone hit. A very wise figure. Mother loved and loved him very much. To take care of us, Dad worked hard.

Rahman went down from mushola.

There was a voice knocking on the door, it was Farid who came to invite him to eat.

Rahman went to the bathroom to wash his face and came out again, Farid was home. Rahman immediately followed going to the mother's house.

Mother has prepared food on the table. Rahman sat down. And so did Farid.

Rahman took the rice and the side dish. Followed by Farid and last Mother.

Rahman looked at the face of Mother, who was no longer young, wrinkles were everywhere. Rahman's eyes glazed over.

Rahman devoured the food in front of him so that tears would not fall. The taste of Mother's cooking that never changes, always delicious and delicious.

"Aaaahhh, what's with this heart?" softened Rahman's heart, "Kok became mellow like this," continued Rahman, "Just yesterday Rahman ate Mother's cooking,"