Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Slowly I Remember It

"Don't worry about Azka's words, let's eat right away. Sis Ramadhan must be hungry, and tired of hospital food." Khansa gently began scooping the rice from the rice heating machine onto each plate.

"Khanza?" Azka did not expect, if the woman he was defending desperately faced everything herself.

"I've eaten, so I don't need you to bring me any more Sa's rice" Azka said as she returned to her seat.

"Sama, I'm Sa too. No need, I've eaten too." Fitria was joking.

With a small smile on her face, Khansa began to place a plate of rice in front of Ramadan and Kinara.

"That means the only ones who ate were me and Kinara? If this food's been poisoned, are we the only two dead?" Ramadhan prattled as if it had no sin.

"I'm going to eat, so if it's really the food I'm cooking it's poisonous. I also died with you guys ...." Khansa said flatly while taking rice for herself.

"If this food is poisonous, I'm the same as Fitria died from earlier. Because we both ate first." Azka's chest was getting claustrophobic, it felt like he wanted to punch this man in front of him.

Ramadhan, Khansa and Kinara began to recite prayers before meals,

"Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar.”

It means: "O Allah, bless us in the sustenance which You have given us and keep us from the torment of the fire of hell."

Bribes by bribes started to enter their mouths, The three felt awkward because as they ate. Azka and Phitria were just watching them.

Not feeling the time rolling just like that, the three of them have finished eating delicious food that was on a plate container that has now moved into their stomachs.

"It's done, right? Let's go home!" Azka moved from her seat, immediately grabbing Kinara's hand to come along.

Everyone is waiting for Ramadan's reaction to Azka's treatment of Kinara. But the result is zonk, Ramadhan does not budge at all.

He just sat down and collected the traces of their dirty dishes.

"Ready Fit, thank you."

Fitria moved, patting Khansa's shoulder gently. It was like giving strength to his best friend.

Azka and Kinara also left without a fight from Ramadan.

Khansa began to clean the dining table, as she was about to take the pile of dishes to take to the sink, Ramadan's hand held her back.

"I need you to sit down for a minute, I want to ask you a few questions,"

khansa's heart skipped a beat, rumbling as if the rain was about to collapse. What would her husband ask her, seeing from the attitude of her husband who had not prevented Kinara from coming home earlier. Khansa hopes that her husband will remember her. His memory will recover and begin to wade back home both well and correctly.

"Have I made so many mistakes? And is it true who cooked this Chicken Opor you?"

Netra Khansa is round, like it is raining in the scorching desert. Like a swarm of breeze in the heat so hot. But the feeling of pleasure that Khansa kept deep, she tried to answer the question that her husband asked first.

"No, my husband did nothing wrong. And what makes Opor chicken is really me, can Kak Ramadhan remember anything?" khansa asked, looking at her husband.

"I'm sorry ...." The voice sounded so raucous, spoken from the lips of Ramadan. He got up from his seat and is now kneeling at Khansa's feet with teary eyes, looking once if the owner of the eye is holding tears in it.

Hurriedly Khansa knelt down and grabbed her husband's hand to get back on her feet. "There's nothing to forgive Brother" said Khansa softly.

"Can Ramadan remember everything?"

"I'm still confused, too, but when I ate the chicken opor I can remember that taste a little bit with my past. I remember the one who made me a chicken opor with such a distinctive taste was the one I loved. But besides, I don't remember anything anymore." Ramadhan looked lovingly at his wife and hugged her.

Seriate....