Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Help Mother

Pov Umaiza's

Umaiza wakes up as usual, evening prayers, tadarusan and dawn prayers.

Coincidentally tonight Umaiza is staying at the parlor, Umaiza helps clean up and makes breakfast for her sisters. For the flowers themselves Umaiza already made it last night before going to bed.

And today, Umaiza is going to the campus to borrow Rara's leptop. In the afternoon, Rara's time is done with her college eyes.

Umaiza did take courses upwards, so level 4 was done. While Rara courses taken in accordance with the schedule of the faculty.

After all, Umaiza immediately got ready to go to the stop to sell flowers. By usual, Umaiza will walk to the stop.

"Mother, Umaiza said to go first?" with a flower basket.

"Yes, son,"

Umaiza stepped out.

"Umaiza," called Mother of the parlor following Umaiza from behind

"Yes, Ma'am," turned to look at the orphanage's mother.

"Rather than you walk, it's better to use the bike," pointed the mother of the house towards the bike after getting close to Umaiza.

"Not used, Mom?"

"No, just wear it!"

"Good, Mother. Thank you,"

"Together, be careful on the road,"

"Assalamu'alaikum," Umaiza said by kissing the hand of the Housewife.

"Wa'alaikummussalaam," stroked Umaiza's head gently.

Umaiza approached the bike and put flowers in her basket and bag on her back.

Umaiza turned to look at the house and smiled.

The mother of the parlor nodded slowly.

Umaiza's heart was very pleased. Umaiza runs the bike at medium speed. Sometimes I look to the right and to the left. The home area is still very beautiful, the air is still cool.

The road has begun to be crowded, when it will penetrate the highway. The sound of a vehicle that is very noisy and exhaust smoke so that the air feels stuffy. Suddenly there was a mother who was dragged by a motorbike at high speed.

Umaiza rested her bike on the side of the road by the wall on the sidewalk and went down and helped the mother, others just saw that there was no empathy and sympathy.

"Mom, is it okay?" ask Umaiza softly.

"No, Son. Only Mom's hand was hurt and sore hit by the motor."

"Where are you going?"

"Mom was going to the market, but it didn't seem to be. I'm just gonna go home,"

"Where's Mom's house?"

"There's a close, son," pointed at the mother.

"Mari Umaiza interracial," while waking up the mother and breaking her.

"What about the bike?"

"Leave it, Mom. Umaiza's gonna take it after you drive me home,"

Umaiza escorted the mother to her house, her house on the fence with a high, guarded by security guards and inside there were 2 houses, which were 1 simple house, which was 1 slightly large house.

"Sir, please take Umaiza's bike on the side of the road there" the mother told her security guard.

"Good, Mom."

Mother pointed towards the modest house to Umaiza.

Umaiza is still faithful to recognize the mother.

"Please sit down, son,"

"Thank you, Mom." Mom sat in a long chair.

Umaiza also sat in a chair for one person near Mom.

"Can Umaiza see Mom for the sick part?" umaiza said attentively.

"It's okay, son. Heals himself later, too,"

"Fear of swelling, Mom. That bike was running really fast,"

Mom rolled up her sleeves, and it was swollen.

Umaiza came to the kitchen to take ice cubes and the container did not forget the cloth to compress.

Mother nodded.

Not long after that, Umaiza arrived.

Umaiza painstakingly compresses Mom's arm, until it really feels enough.

"What now, Mom?" ask Umaiza.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. It's kind of better,"

"Mother, who lives here?" with a worried tone of fear, I was alone.

"Mom lives with two boys. But one already lives in the house next door, the other one sometimes goes home sometimes he doesn't say a lot of college assignments,"

"Umaiza was relieved to hear it, fearing that I had nothing to look after,"

"Thank you, son. It's been helping Mom,"

"It should be, Mother. Umaiza pamit first, yes. Umaiza also has to go to college,"

"Yes, Son. Be careful on the road,"

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Umaiza, kissing her hand

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered the mother.

Umaiza also left and did not forget to say thank you to the security guard who had taken the bicycle belonging to the mother of the home.

Umaiza got back on the highway and the road was a little smooth. So you can still sell flowers and teach street children.

Umaiza had arrived at her usual stop and the street children greeted her happily.

"Sister, there was a man who was riding in the car a handsome white man waved his hand and asked brother" said one of the boys.

"The name is Rahman" he continued

"Umaiza's guess didn't miss,"

"What do you answer to?"

"Yes, say there's no. His face was disappointed,"

Umaiza only smiled hearing the boy's words.

"Come, want to learn or talk?" Umaiza asked in a joking tone and raised eyebrows and did not forget to smile.

"Learn dong Kak" they answered in unison

"What are you learning today?"

"Study maths only" replied one of the children.

"Boss, maths continues," another timpal.

"English only, brother," continued the others.

"Okay, how about the English count?" replied Umaiza mediate them.

"Ready, Brother,"

Umaiza also gave lessons using a relaxed language and followed their style so that they could easily understand.

"Do you understand everything?"

"Here, Brother."

"Thank God,"

"Thank you, Brother."

"Together, Big Brother will go first to campus huh,"

"Yes, Brother."

"Assalamu'alaikum" Umaiza said before leaving.

"Mussalaam,"

Umaiza drove her bike to campus at a moderate pace because of all the flower trade.

Along the road of Alhamdulillah, the provision is there. Almost half of the flowers that Umaiza had brought, were sold. And Umaiza has arrived at the campus.

"There's still flowers, Umaiza?" ask one of his friends.

"Still dong, want to buy how many stalks?"

"just 5,"

"Wih, a lot of it. Make love to girls, huh?" goda Umaiza with her signature smile.

"Sokay, make a nyokap,"

"Oooo," the beard and round his mouth.

"Now, money. The return is for you only," said his friend and left Umaiza.

"Thank's yes," cried Umaiza to be heard by her friend.

His friend just held his thumb over his shoulder.

Rara also came.

"Have you waited a long time?"

"Son, just came,"

"To the cafe yuk,"

I nodded and locked the bike first.

We set foot into the cafe.

It looks like Rahman is already in the cafe.

"Sister," call Umaiza near her desk.

"Eh, Umaiza, just arrived?"

"Yes, Brother. Umaiza to campus just want to minjam leptop Rara only. So the fuck here,"

"The message was that brother was looking for a stop and Umaiza was not there."

"Hehehe, yes, Umaiza was helping a mother who was hit by a motorcycle, so late to the stop,"

Rara just glanced towards Umaiza and Rahman. I don't know what's on his mind.

"Umaiza want to order food or just have a chat?"

"Order dong food,"

"So, I've ordered some food, it's coming soon, man,"

"Sister, don't frequent our treaties. How will we go?"

"If her brother has sustenance why not, Brother is happy to do this."

"But Umaiza is shy, Brother,"

"Udah, do not refuse sustenance" said Rara with a smile.

"That's right Rara said,"

Umaiza who looked down.

"You want to go home?" rahman asked while looking at Umaiza

"No, Umaiza wants to buy tools to make flowers,"

"Yes, be careful on the road."

Order coming.

Umaiza and Rara ate not forgetting to thank the waiter and of course also to Kak Rahman.

Rahman said back to the office.