Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Pak Baskoro's

Rahman and Umaiza have arrived at Pak Baskoro's house. Rahma's mother was waiting outside while reading a book.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Umaiza said as she got down from Rahman's car, which saw Mom reading a book on the terrace.

"Wa'alaikummussalaam" said Mother, turning to Umaiza and Rahman.

"What time are you planning to WO?" The road to Mama is followed by Rahman.

"Later after maghrib alone,"

"Oh, yes, then there's time for Umaiza to clean up first huh, ma'am,"

"Yes, son," invited Rahman and Umaiza in.

"Sister, what do you want to drink?" bargain Umaiza to Rahman who followed Mother to enter.

"You're fresh, it's hot,"

"Weather hot or is it his heart?" goda Umaiza while smiling

"Both" Rahman said

Rahma's mother had already sat down so did not hear their conversation.

"Sister, just sit down. Za, make him a drink first,"

"Yes, Za," Rahman sat in the living room with Rahma's mother.

Rahma's mother is tidy, ready to go.

"Sir Baskoro hasn't come home yet, Mom?" ask Rahman, please,

"Not yet, maybe in a moment," answered Mom briefly, "Because you also want to go to the WO place," continued Ms. Rahma.

"Thank God, then,"

Umaiza came to bring drinks for Rahman and Rahma's mother.

"Thank you" said Rahman as Umaiza placed her drink on the table.

"Sama-sama," Rahman replied with a smile and kept the one with Mom.

Umaiza makes mango juice for Mom and Rahman.

"Thank you, son,"

"Sama-sama, ma'am, Umaiza permission to go up first huh,"

Rahman and Mother nodded at the same time to say Umaiza.

Umaiza go upstairs to get ready. Rahman and Rahma's mother remained silent in the living room.

Rahman checked his phone and Rahma's mother continued reading the book.

Umaiza down the stairs,

"Dad hasn't come home yet, Mom?"

"Not yet, son, I said I was going home from the project, ashar,"

"A long way, huh, the branch office, Mom?"

"It should have arrived" said Mother was worried.

"Let's call Dad again!" pinta Umaiza is worried

I took the phone and intended to contact Mr. Baskoro.

The hp connection is ringing but not yet lifted.

"Unusually,"

"Sister, is there anything you can call?"

Rahman tried to think

I tried to call Mr. Baskoro again.

Rahman tried to contact someone who was on the project.

Not equally lifted.

Mother called the driver also not in the lift.

"Yes, God may You take care of my husband" did Rahma's mother in a soft voice.

The person who was on the project contacted Rahman back.

"Sore, Sir. Can anyone help?" when the phone is connected

"I want to ask Mr. Baskoro if he has returned,"

"Oh, Mr. Baskoro was home at 3, he said he wanted to go straight home,"

Rahman's face was shocked to hear the answer from across the street. "I happen to be at Pak Baskoro House, he is still not there" Rahman continued in a quiet voice.

"Why Brother?" tanya Umaiza was worried to see the change in the look on Rahman's face.

Rahma's mother is the same.

"Okay, then. Maybe Mr. Baskoro is having other needs before returning home," trying to think positively, he said,

"Hopefully so, may Mr. Baskoro be fine,"

"Aamiin, thanks for the info and the prayer,"

"Together, sir,"

Phone connection disconnected.

"Sir Baskoro comes home at 3 from the project, there may be other necessities on the road,"

"Maybe, but not as usual. If there is another need to like to tell Mom," said Rahma with a confused and worried look.

"Mom, just calm down. Maybe I want to surprise Mom" Umaiza said by sitting next to Mom and trying to calm her down.

"Bismillah, just yeah, son," a little quiet

"Yes, Mommy,"

Adzan Maghrib also reverberated, Pak Baskoro still did not arrive at home.

Rahman, Umaiza and Rahma's mother established the Maghrib prayer while waiting.

The completion of the prayer has not yet arrived.

Rahma's mother intends to call back Mr. Baskoro or his driver. But there was a phone call from an unfamiliar number coming in, Rahma's mother immediately shifted the green color phone picture as a sign of the phone received.

"Good evening" said the voice from across the street, "This is with his wife Pak Baskoro?" Further

"I was the one who was at the scene, Mr. Baskoro's car was in an accident now being taken to the nearest hospital to the scene" he explained

"What's right, sir?" Rahma's mother tries to calm down but looks sad and anxious face

"Yes, I know the mother's number of the victim's cell phone,"

"If you could know where it happened?"

"On Cempaka Street,"

"Oh, Yes, Fine. Thanks for the information,"

Phone connection disconnected.

Rahma's mother immediately hugged Umaiza who was beside her, "Umaiza, father," Rahma's tears did not feel falling.

"What's wrong with Dad, Mom,"

Rahman was just speechless listening to Rahma's mother speak

"A accident on Cempaka street," Mother replied as she wiped the tears that had fallen on her cheek and released a hug from Umaiza.

"Innalillahi wa inna illaihi roji'un" said Umaiza spontaneously and showed a sad face. Uninvited tears were also present.

"Have you been taken to the hospital now, ma'am?" ask Rahman.

"Taken to the nearest hospital,"

"Then let's go now, ma'am," asked Rahman

"Yes, Ma'am," said Umaiza as well.

Rahma's mother went into the room to pick up the bag and rushed out. Rahman and Umaiza were waiting ahead.

"So calm mom, I hope you're okay. Nothing serious,"

"Aamiin, hopefully yes, son,"

Rahman, Umaiza and Rahma's mother get in the car.

Rahman drove his car at a moderate speed, seeing that Rahma's mother did not stop crying.

We arrived at the hospital we were going to.

Rahman rushed into the information room.

Umaiza and Rahma's mother wait in the lobby

"Good night" Rahman said in the information section

"Night, there's something we can help you with" the hospital attendant

"You asked if there was a patient named Baskoro who was a victim of an accident on Cempaka Street,"

"I'll check first," and then the clerk searches the patient's data on the computer, "Oh, yes, there is. The victim is being treated by a doctor in the IGD room" the officer continued when he found her.

"Okay, sir, thanks for the information,"

"Together, sir,"

Rahman immediately left the information table and left the room and returned to the place where Umaiza and Rahman were.

"How, Brother?" ask Umaiza when Rahman is nearing.

"Sir Baskoro is being handled by a doctor in the IGD room, let's go there" Rahman said

"Come, ma'am," Umaiza said as she embraced Mother.

Rahman walked in front of Rahma and Umaiza's mother.

Rahman looked back to make sure Rahma and Umaiza were okay.

Arriving at the IGD, a nurse came out of Pak Baskoro's room in check.

"Is Mr Baskoro's family?" ask the nurse

"It doesn't seem to exist yet, Sus. I brought him here, can anyone help?"

"Have you contacted his family?"

"Had, maybe his wife was on the way here,"

Rahman's steps accelerated after incandescence heard a conversation between nurses with a man.

"I, Sus, his family" cried Rahman

Umaiza and Rahma's mother did the same with Rahman.

"What about Mr. Baskoro?" rahman asked after being close to the nurse.

"Alhamdulillah, if his family is here. Mr. Baskoro lost a lot of blood, it happened that his blood was very rare. Maybe her family is a good fit?" obviously nurse

"What blood type is your father?" ask Umaiza to panic

"B rhesus negative,"

"Alhamdulillah, fit me Sus, just take my blood as much as you need, most importantly the father healed," said Umaiza with a voice slightly stammered because sad to hear the situation of Mr. Baskoro

"I'm the same, too" said the man who helped Mr. Baskoro

"Alhamdulillah, then let's come with me to the room for blood" said the nurse as she invited Umaiza and Mr. Helper to follow her.

Umaiza and Mr. Helper follow the nurse.

For Umaiza is not the first time to donate blood, almost once a month Umaiza to PMI for blood donation.

For Umaiza with a single drop of blood donor already means for people who need let alone her blood type is very rare.

Rahman and Rahma's mother sit in front of the IGD's room.

"Mother, I live first is okay?"

"Where is Rahman going?"

"You buy food afraid that Mom and Umaiza are hungry,"

"Well then, especially Umaiza. Usually if it's taken blood like hungry,"

"Yes, Mom,"

"Not long?"

"No, Mom. But if there's anything, I don't hesitate to call me yes,"

"Yes, Nak Rahman," said Rahma's mother by trying to smile even though it feels heavy.

Rahman walked to the minimarket in the hospital.