Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

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Seen the other side of Mr. Baskoro is a Lovers of Moge aka big motor. Many of Moge's collections are made of wood and trinkets.

Umaiza looks to pay attention to her father's collection one-on-one, as well as Rahman.

"Newly enter now into this special room, it turns out a lot of stuff, Mr. Baskoro,"

"Other than Za, who just met Dad,"

Umaiza opened every part contained in the decoration cabinet.

"What's the content, this drawer section. Make Za, curious," said Umaiza as she opened the drawer.

"What's Za?"

"Not yet, just opened it,"

Rahman waited beside Umaiza.

Umaiza opened the drawer door slowly.

"There's nothing, brother, just this," by taking a vest.

"Try Brother, look,"

"This, Brother," gave the vest to Rahman.

Umaiza stood up again and looked around to the other part.

"Za, here" Call Rahman.

"Yes, brother, what's wrong?"

In this vest there are blood spots.

"Astagfirullah, yes, Brother?"

"Yes,"

Umaiza took the vest from Rahman's hand and looked at it.

"Yes, right, sister," replied Umaiza "Is this possible to do with Alifa?" connect Umaiza in a low tone.

"Sister, I can't conclude that yet,"

Umaiza checked carefully. Didn't find any more evidence on the vest. Umaiza tried to look back into the drawer. It's empty.

Umaiza and Rahman looked elsewhere.

There was nothing at all except the vest.

Umaiza picked up the shopping bag that was on top of the chair to store the vest. It turns out there is an HP inside.

Umaiza tried to turn it on but the phone was lowbat.

"Kok, it could be hp stored here. Didn't you look for him?" gerutu Umaiza's.

"Why Za?"

"There's hp, brother,"

"Kok, could-can Pak Baskoro keep hp here. Is it no longer used?" ask Rahman

"Mother also often came here but did not find this phone," asked Umaiza again

"Yes-yes,"

"Sister, bring a charger?"

"Bring, it's outside. Let's charge who knows it's still on,"

"Yes, Brother,"

Rahman and Umaiza also came out of the special room, not forgetting to bring a shopping bag containing a vest.

"It's old school, brother, is it possible to match with Brother's charger?"

"Yes, this is the old phone. We should try the counter"

"Yes, brother, or we're trying to find inside who knows if there's a charger,"

"Here you go, Brother, seek only,"

"Yes, sister, fine,"

Umaiza tried to open Dad's desk. Because I want to know what it contains.

And it turns out that there are some cellphone also belonging to Dad that is stored in the drawer of Dad's desk following the charger and diary belonging to Dad.

Umaiza took the hp-hp and the charger along with her diary. Umaiza matches between hp and its charger and tries to charge her hp-hp.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out his cellphone is still fine and his battery can be charged," whispered in Umaiza's heart

Rahman came out of the special room.

"Nothing, Za,"

"Sorry, don't tell Brother. Turns out at Dad's desk, Za, found this,"

"Well, there's a lot of Dad, Za,"

"Yes, sister, but do not know it is still burning or it is already on broken,"

"Here's the same brother, helped, Charge!"

Umaiza gave some hp to Rahman Charge.

Umaiza tried to light up the ones already charged. It still turns on, but when opened all the data is empty. Same with the second and third phones.

"Sister, who is Za, hold everything no data, what do you hold?"

"Same, this is just another one that has not been charged hp iphone,"

"Oh, have you charged Brother?"

"Already, just filled 15%,"

Umaiza while waiting for the phone battery to charge at least 50%, Umaiza tried to open Dad's diary.

Umaiza went page by page as she opened Alifa's agenda book.

Pak Baskoro's writing is very neat even though he is a man. A complete diary is like a woman who writes in a diary to tell the events that occurred or experienced on that day. Day, date, year and time.

"It seems that in this diary will find nothing, because in view of the year written in 2023, the current year,"

Umaiza tried to open page after page again, Umaiza's hand was restrained on Sunday the date where she first met with Mr. Baskoro.

Sunday, July 2023

The hope we have been hanging

Now answered already,

You found us with Our little Daughter whom we longed for.

Thank You God, Your love is so broad.

Which other Thy Delights shall we deny?

Umaiza smiled as she read it. Trying to open the next page.

It says where Umaiza fought with Roni.

This heartfelt thought at the sight of our little daughter was helplessly drooping, caused by blind love. Give her healing and strength, Yaa Robb.

At the moment of delivering the hearing, Mr. Baskoro poured in his diary.

Thank God, God still gives this self a chance to deliver our little daughter to the congregation. After many moments lost over our incompatible. May You still mourn us until the little princess gets married.

There were no tears Umaiza shed on her cheeks.

Umaiza opened up again until the last page, where Dad wrote it before going to the new branch project.

Friday, July 2023

At 11:45

I don't know what happened to this heart, being honest about stepping into the project feels so hard. Bismillah, may there be nothing. If it is time to return to Your lap, I will be pleased, O God. Just one door, let me marry my daughter to Rahman.

"Ayaaah" said Umaiza in tears

Rahman approached Umaiza with an iphone phone that had been charged. Rahman was shocked to see Umaiza crying, immediately approached and hugged her.

"Why Za?"

"It's okay, Brother, Za, just moved to read Dad's diary,"

"Indeed what writing makes his wife Brother, cry?"

"Read the same to your own sister!" Umaiza.

Rahman opened the diary, page by page. Rahman was very touched by his heart at every moment, poured in the form of writing by Pak Baskoro. Love, compassion and compassion for the Creator and his family.

"Maa Shaa Allah" said Rahman and closed the diary.

Rahman tries to turn on the iphone phone in front of Umaiza. Hp his data flame is still complete as well as his photos are neatly stored in the gallery.

"Sister, did you find anything awkward?"

"No, there's nothing weird, everything's normal,"

"Try Umaiza look,"

"This," handed over hp to Umaiza.

Umaiza opened a gallery app that was previously opened by Rahman. Look at one of his pictures.

It turned out that what Rahman said was true, nothing strange. Hp this iphone still Pak Baskoro use. However, this was used by Mr. Baskoro for corporate communication tools. Can be seen from the latest photo.

Umaiza opens WA app. At see and read chat by chat who sent a message to Pak Baskoro.

There was one last chat sent Friday at 09:50.

📩 Mr Baskoro still remember me?

📨 Who is it?

📩 I want to sue you

📨 Demand what?"

📩 For the events of five years ago

📨 Events about the accident?

📩 Yes, you have to pay for it. Life is returned with life.

"Astagfirullah,"

"What's Za?"

"This, brother, here!"

Rahman approached Umaiza and they read the chat together.

📩 It's time

📨 Can not we meet, we sit with me will explain everything, You actually misunderstand.

📩I don't need an explanation, I've been patiently waiting for today.

📨 What do you want now?"

📩Hinwa

📨If it makes you satisfied please take my life, do not disturb my family and employees.

📩I don't need them, I just want your life.

"Oh my God, what exactly did you do that this man wanted your life?"

"Prophey, Za, we have to take this matter out completely,"

"Yes, sister, it's time to go home, Za, want to find out from Mom, who knows you told Mom about what happened five years ago,"

"Yes, Come on," accidentally Rahman's finger scrolls his chat wa up. Previously the number had sent a photo to Mr. Baskoro.

"As ever seen this photo" Rahman said slowly

"What Brother?"

"Photo this is Za" Rahman pointed out

"Yes, right, sister, the photo in the Alifa agenda book," by looking for the photo on the phone belonging to Umaiza.

The photo is really the same..

"So Alifa's been terrorizing Dad all along,"

"Yes, Za, but why isn't it visible?"

"Yes, sister, looks like Alifa's a nice, friendly person, uh, turns out,"

The human heart would not be able to guess it, just like the water in the ocean. No matter how calm there is going to be water.