Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

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Umaiza opened the next page, where it says:

May 2018

I was restless, thinking about the victim I helped in March. As I was passing through the hospital where the victim was being treated, I decided to ask the administration about the address of the victim.

Arriving there, I was surprised to hear that the victim died two days after he was treated. I also asked about the address, thankfully the family of victims left the address.

I took notes and I went back to the office.

Umaiza open the page again.

June, 2023

Early in the morning I woke up and asked my wife for permission to go to the families of the victims, I want to know how they are now.

I walked down the road to get to their address, what a heartbreaking situation. The victim left his wife and two children. The first child is still in second grade, the second child is still in elementary school.

Do I dare to meet them? The answer was no, because before I got to his house I heard them talking about me.

Finally I decided to go home, if meeting them would not be good.

Along the way I thought about how to help them without having to know my identity.

June, 2023

I met the local RT chief of victims, after I explained at length and my good intentions to help the victims' families, finally the RT chairman wanted to help me. To convey their support.

This is also the result of discussions with my wife, alhamdulillaah has a loyal and wise companion. Thank you baby, always supporting me where and how the situation is.

"Father so sweet," said Umaiza slowly

Rahman smiled at Umaiza.

December, 2018

My motorcycle community, calling me, they apologized and wanted me to rejoin them.

I have forgiven them, but to come back seems not to. Because I better focus on helping those victims' families.

And the community uniform vests were already full of blood, witnesses to the incident.

"Yes, sister, this is the book" Umaiza told Rahman.

"Yes, Za, now we're looking for the victim's home address and the RT chief. So that they don't misunderstand anymore,"

"Za, okay, sister, now we go home?"

"The victim's address wasn't written?"

"No, Brother,"

"Okay, another new assignment,"

"Son, did we ever print Alifa's address, why not just check there?"

"Yes, right, Za, Brother agrees. Whose wife is this?"

"His wife Khairul Rahman" Umaiza replied with a smile and hugged Rahman.

"Hus, there's someone here you know," cried Farid who was looking around the warehouse.

"Hufth," Umaiza closed her mouth,"Sorry, intentionally," with a smile.

Rahman smiled

Farid scrunched his forehead.

"Now we pray Maghrib first, then we eat. Bi Marni has cooked for us" said Umaiza

"What if Mom cooks?"

"No, Za, just called Mom,"

"Oooo, yes, yes. We pray first,"

Farid, Umaiza, out of the warehouse, Rahman locked the door while carrying Mr. Baskoro's diary.

They went down the stairs, immediately took ablution and headed towards the mushola.

Rahman became Imam.

Maghrib prayer was completed in the establishment, Umaiza immediately helped Bi Marni prepare food and store it on the table.

Rahman and Farid went to the dining room and sat down.

"Please Nak Rahman, at will. Aunty doesn't cook that special,"

"Thank you, Bi, sorry for the trouble,"

"No, Son. No, when will I come back here?"

"No, you know, Bi, it's most likely that Bibi should move" replied Umaiza.

"Moved?"

"Yes, Bi,"

"Move work, Nope?" bi Marni replied in shock

"Move house, Bi, it turns out that before he died, I had bought a house near Kak Rahman,"

"Oh, Non, Auntie thinks she should move to work. Aunty has already noticed the cooperation of Rahma's mother," explained Bi Marni.

"Sama, Bi, I'm also going to have a hard time getting a guy like Bi Marni. For a while Bibi was here first, if Bibi's family wants to play please. Can use the guest room too right, so that Auntie is not lonely too,"

"Non Seriously?"

"Seriously, Bi,"

"Thank you, Nope,"

"Yes, Bi, same,"

Bi Marni smiled happily.

"Bi, we're eating with yuk!"

"Sorry, Non, Auntie had eaten before Maghrib,"

"Ooo, yes, already then. Aunty rest, let Umaiza do it, later,"

"It's okay, Non, later the neat Aunt, as well as Aunt waiting for maghrib,"

"Yes, well, Bi, we'll eat first yeah,"

"Yes, Non, please,"

"Sister, it's beautiful, fine again. Maa Shaa Allah," praise Farid

"Rara is the same, too,"

"Come on, brother, you ran to Rara anyway,"

"Yes, you may fall in love with your sister-in-law" replied Rahman

Farid smiled to see Rahman's face.

Umaiza brought rice for Rahman and his side dishes.

Rahman, Umaiza and Farid eat.

"Alhamdulillaah" said Rahman and Farid simultaneously.

Umaiza sipped water

Rahman and Farid ate fruits.

"Alhamdulillaah," Umaiza just finished eating.

Rahman and Farid wait for Umaiza in the living room.

Umaiza takes care of the dirty dishes and keeps the leftovers in the closet.

The dining table was as neat as ever, Umaiza washes their used dishes.

"Non, are you done eating?"

"Alhamdulillaah, Bi, already. The rest of the food is done Umaiza in the closet there huh?" show Umaiza.

"Non, it's all neat, '" asked Bi Marni after looking at the dinner table.

"Already, Bi,"

"Why Non's doing, Auntie here eating blind paychecks,"

"Auntie don't think so, Auntie is now in charge of guarding the house. If it is stable, we move to a new home. Aunty can work again as usual,"

"Yes-yes, Non, hopefully things will get better soon,"

"Aamiin, Bi,"

Umaiza went to the living room, to join Rahman and Farid.

"Za, is it over?" ask Rahman

"Already, Brother,"

"Home home now?, pity me alone at home"

"Come, Brother,"

"Where's Za's stuff to bring?"

"In Kak's suitcase, Za, keep it there," pointed Umaiza towards the suitcase behind the door.

Umaiza met Bi Marni to leave.

"Non, play here often!"

"It's Allah, Bi,"

Rahman, Umaiza and Farid get in the car.

Rahman runs the car at moderate speed.

"Sister, what's the sale?"

"No idea, Za, will you?"

"Maaauuu," with its effect.

Rahman stopped his car.

"Sister, cravings?" ask Farid

"Sok tau,"

Rahman got out of the car.

Umaiza and Farid wait in the car.

"Za, who sells siomay, want to?"

"Yes, Brother, Za, want,"

Rahman bought siomay three dinner plates on the spot.

Umaiza ate voraciously, this time Umaiza who finished first.

"Sister, may Za, ask for one with Brother?"

"Yes, I can, if Za, still want to,"

"Thank you, Yes, Brother,"

Umaiza ate Rahman's part. I don't know why this time Umaiza became a witch.

After he finished eating everything, Rahman resumed his journey home.

Mom was chatting at Mother's house.

"Have you met my son?" ask Mother.

"Thank God, already, Mom,"

"Thank God,"

"Mom, Umaiza to the house first huh?"

"Wait, son, here Mom and Mommy want to talk for a while," said Mother

"What's wrong, ma'am, Bun, seems serious" replied Umaiza

"Umaiza and Rahman plan to hold a celebration after graduation later," asked Bunda

"Yes, Bun, In Shaa Allah,"

"How about Umaiza and Rahman involve us for the implementation of the event," said Mother while looking at Mother.

Mother nodded her head.

"Will Mother and Mother not bother?"

"In God, no, we are happy. If you are the one who directly intervened, how will you take care of it. Time is running out with work and Dad's problems" replied Mom at length.

"Alhamdulillaah, if it wants Mother and Mother. Umaiza and Kak Rahman are even happy that someone wants to help, but Mother and Mother take care of health?"

"Yes, baby, definitely,"

Rahman, Umaiza, Mother and Mother sighed.

Problems and affairs will be completed one-on-one.