Rangga's Beloved Wife

The Arrival of Raya

Rangga drove his car around the streets of Tokyo. All sorts of thoughts raging. Given that Laras is still foreign to the Japanese state, given the psychological condition of his wife who may be down with the letter. His eyes turned around looking for his wife.

"O Allah, where are you?"

Still in the vehicle Rangga continues to search for the whereabouts of his wife. Guilt for hiding the condition of Baras. He did not expect Laras to find the letter. He had hidden as neat as possible. Rangga deliberately brought the letter to Japan for fear of falling into the hands of his mother.

As already known, Raya continues to urge Laras to quickly follow the pregnancy program.

Rangga driving his car at low speed. The day is getting cloudy, the streets around the complex are deserted, but the snow stub still wants to show its exoticism.

Rangga glanced at his phone lying beside him. Several times his flat object trembled a familiar name was listed there. He also deployed some of his men to search for the whereabouts of Laras.

I'm sorry, Laras. It's not that I hurt your feelings. I'm just looking for the right moment to tell the truth.

You know, Race. I kept it here because I didn't want you to know about this.

Ras, where are you, honey?

O God, where are you? Don't let the asthma catch up.

God protect my wife wherever she is. Keep him out of the danger which he loves.

Rangga stopped his car at a mosque. The sound of the Adhan in his dress made him have to carry out his duties as a Muslim. His feet went up the stairs of the mosque.

Tokyo Camii is a popular mosque in Tokyo, due to its strategic location from central areas in Tokyo such as Shibuya, Harajuku, Shimokitazawa, and others. This mosque is also the largest in Japan!

In 1938 the mosque was built by a community of Turkish immigrants from Kazan-Russia. Tokyo Camii Mosque is used as a cultural center of Turkey. Not only is it the largest mosque in Japan, but it is arguably also the most beautiful as it is influenced by Ottoman architecture, resembling the famous Sultan Ahmed Mosque, or the Blue Mosque in Turkey, with its impressive dome and tall tower.

Rangga smiled as a sacrificial man greeted him. Their hands shake each other. Signify that you know each other.

"Assalamualaikum, ustad." said Rangga to the figure in front of him.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mr. Rangga. It's an honor to see that you want to place the zhuhur prayer here."

"Ah, mr. ustadz is exaggerated. I happen to have a goal in line with this mosque. Since it was time to pray then I stopped by here."

"Come, sir. This has started to commat." invite ustad Ahmed to embrace Rangga's shoulder.

"Well, isn't it ustad Ahmed who leads prayers?"

"No, sir. My voice was in trouble, so I gave the others a chance. Let's set the saf."

Rangga also stood among the saf who were already at a distance. Although still in a covid state, the Muslims still enter the mosque Assalam Okachimachi. Rangga and other masters with kusyuk followed the prayers of zhuhur.

After the prayer, Rangga said goodbye to Ustad Ahmed to continue his business. Both are excited by a short conversation.

"Then I say goodbye, justad."

"Yes, Mr. Rangga. Thank you for visiting God's house."

Rangga eventually left the mosque courtyard to disappear with his car.

When Rangga's car had left the mosque courtyard. Looks like a woman with a little street. He entered the mosque's courtyard because he was targeting it with a taxi. Feeling unwilling to abandon his obligations, he walked a little limped feeling his leg pain.

"Oh my God, I hurt my feet even more." Stimulants.

His hands reached the handle of the stairs, but his legs were no longer strong. On its back is a small staircase fence. Sometimes regretting his selfish actions for leaving home without carrying a handphone

That woman is Laras. Because I don't really understand the way around his apartment. Because his leg still hurts from the presto cover. Her feet continued to move tirelessly, until she found the mosque that had been visited with her husband.

"Mrs. Laracati." Sapa ustad Ahmed.

"Yes, Iam, justad." Answer Laras.

"Not so long ago Mr. Rangga just came out of this mosque."

Oh God, I feel guilty for my husband. I left without saying goodbye, now I want to go home but my legs hurt a lot.

Is that a sign of me disobeying Mas Rangga?

Laras felt sorry for leaving without saying goodbye to her husband. Although she was still angry because Rangga had already lied to her about her condition. But still he felt wrong.

"What happened to you? Why is your face so pale?" Ask ustad Ahmed.

"My feet hurt by the presto cap earlier. I thought that smearing it wouldn't be a problem. It is more painful if covered with shoes. I'm sorry can't you take a break?"

"You better rest inside. Ustadzah Sato, please bring Miss Laras into the mosque." The ustad Ahmed.

Rangga arrived home hoping the wife had gone home. But it turns out the result is nil, his legs on the couch. Stretch a little muscle after half a day of searching for his wife. Many times his head was rubbed violently.

Rangga felt his clothes tremble. Quickly reached into his pocket, then opened his gawai.

Ustad Ahmed's?

What's he calling me?

"Assalamualaikum" Rangga greeted the caller.

"Mr Rangga sorry to interrupt, in the mosque there is your wife. Like his legs are in pain, you can catch him here. His face was pale."

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Ustad Ahmed. I'll be there." Rangga hung up on him. Without thinking long Rangga straight out of his apartment room.

Chequek!

Rangga stared as he looked at who was standing in front. It was a time when moments like this even got into new trouble.

"The ladder?" Greet the middle-aged woman before him.

Rangga was still thinking hard how to explain to his guest. How will they see Laras is not home.

"Oh my God, mama. Why didn't Mom say she was coming? I can pick it up." Welcome Rangga to divert his nervousness.

"Pa," Rangga turned to the man beside her mother.

"Where are you going?" Tanya Raya's.

"Fetch Laras, ma. He's studying at the camii mosque." Rangga's Lying.

"Ooooh. But the house is done, right?"

"Look at yourself." Rangga led both of his parents to the guest room.

"Sorry, ma, Rangga pick up Laras first." Pamit Rangga's.

Rangga left the apartment to pick his wife up to the camii mosque. That he had to lie so that Raya did not think anything.

The car arrived in front of the mosque. Rangga quickly came down to enter the house of God.

"Where is he?"

"That," Sato's ustadzah pointed towards Laras who had fallen asleep hugging her bag.

With a plan Rangga see the condition of the legs Laras in accordance with the complaints of Ustad Ahmed. His hands clenched to see his wife's feet flushed.