The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 20 - Maghrib Prayer?!

"Mmm. I've only heard, about that company from people" Kilah Rahul nervously.

"Oh...." Zahra.

"I remind you, so you never make trouble here" Mr. Mahdi again warned.

"Y-yes sir, you're about it. I promise. I will work as best I can, so as not to harm this factory" Lirih Rahul while mangosteen. He did not expect, if the factory where he worked today was his own family.

Indeed his family has several subsidiaries, which are engaged in several different sectors. With several office buildings, and factories that are located in several different cities and countries. In some places, which he himself did not know.

He slightly forgot about it because he had not been directly involved for years, in his family business problems because of his condition that is not possible for it.

Huhhhh..... But he had been thinking. That this village was safe enough for him, to hide from his own family. Unexpectedly, now he was stuck here.

He only hoped, hopefully no one will ever recognize and realize his status, as a subsidiary of the owner of this factory company.

"Oh yes Sir. Then what about our deal the other day?" Tymphal Zahra.

"Deal? Meanin?" Mr. Mahdi scrunched his forehead. Either you don't understand what Zahra means, or you forget.

"Udah is Sir. Don't forget. It was my father who started the deal. If Rahul cannot work according to expectations, and even harm this factory. Then we will double the loss. But instead, if he can have the ability to work in line with other employees, then....." Zahra answered with comfort.

"Yes yes, yes, yes. You just calm down. I'm not the kind of person who likes to break promises...." Tukas Pak Mahdi.

"Yeah!!" Rahul and Zahra cheered in unison, while jumping in excitement and hugging each other. Making Mr. Mahdi look at them with a bitch and sigh heavily.

"Eyeum.... Please do not make me as a mosquito repellent yes" Tegur Pak Mahdi ketus.

"Mmm, sorry Sir. Eu...oh yes, this is a cake from my Mother for Mr. Mahdi. I hope you like" Zahra offered a plastic bag containing some kind of wet cake, in two boxes of mica to Mr. Mahdi.

"This is for me? Thank you yes. Your mother's cake is, famously, the most delicious in this village. Euu. If necessary, often like this. For free"

Mr. Mahdi received the white plastic bag with round eyes. Along with a smile that was glistening on his face that was tanned.

"That can be arranged sir. As long as there is money, there must be goods. This business. My mom and I sold. We also do not want to lose, if you continue to give for free" Zahra smiled wryly, making Mr. Mahdi clench his mouth furiously.

"I'll excuse you" He passed by with a sour face.

"Yes sir" Zahra smiled ignorantly to see Mr. Mahdi dead fleas because of his actions. Then he glanced at Rahul.

"Let's go home" And he immediately stepped on his foot. But not with Rahul who remains standing in place.

"Lho, why are you still standing? Don't want to go home?" Zahra asked who turned back because she saw the man still standing as before.

"You didn't bring me anything?"

"What should I bring you? You didn't tell me to bring anything here" Zahra frowned with a slightly raised mouth.

"But you brought your mother's cake for Mr. Mahdi"

"Well, he's a regular customer, who often buys or orders cakes and caterers at our premises. So it's guaranteed, if he'll like and finish the cake. And you...."

"I really like your mom's cake. It tastes good"

"Huh? When have you ever tried my mom's cake? Feeling, ever since you lived with us, neither me nor Mom ever brought you that cake as your meal?"

"I ate it in the hospital. Not your house"

"Hospital? As I recall, when I gave you a cake for that hospital, you dropped it on the floor. When did you eat it?"

"Yes. after you left. I became curious about the taste of the cake Finally I picked it back and ate it" explained Rahul timidly.

"What! Jesus, did you eat a dirty cake on the floor?" zahra shouted agape at Rahul's confession.

"Why? Does that sound dirty?" Rahul asked with a shy face.

"Yes.... His name is also a person who is emotional and upset. So yes, where can think clearly" said Rahul with his face down so shy.

"What's this?" Rahul felt a pair of hands holding his hand, and grasped something that felt like a plastic bag filled with. Rahul fumbled through the bag, which turned out to be two boxes of mica filled with wet cakes. "Huh?"

"Eat him, next time do not need prestige. It's the stone, right? Let's go home" Zahra smiled sinisterly and walked back. Leaving Rahul dead fleas made.

"Gosh, that woman fucked me again. Huh" he muttered annoyedly.

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The sound of the Adhan as a sign that the time of Maghrib prayer has arrived, was heard echoing as they were on their way home.

"Adzan. Hul, we pray maghrib first yuk" Invite Zahra.

"Sholat maghrib?" Ask Rahul clumsy.

"Yes. We pray in the mushola. If at home will not be hunted, because the location is still a bit far. Fear later Maghribnya time runs out. Yuk" Zahra pulled Rahul's hand and walked back, without reading Rahul's facial expression.

"I-yes" Rahul can only submit to the invitation of the girl.

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Rahul entered the male-only ablution place in a daze. He was so confused where to start. He does not understand ablution or prayer.

For 29 years he lived, only this time he was required to perform such worship. If not for being ashamed of Zahra, it feels like she just ran away from that place. The girl seemed to be so religious and devout of worship. Not like her.....

After thinking for a while, Rahul finally turned the handle faucet and washed his face.

When he was confused about ablution, from the outside, through Amar and his genk. Amar was slightly surprised to see Rahul's whereabouts. He immediately pulled his two best friends to hide behind the wall.

"Eh Bro's. Isn't that the blind man, who was with Zahra yesterday?" Zacky said with eyes watching Rahul's movements inside.

"Yes right. It's the blind man who doesn't know himself, who arrogantly dares to fight and challenge us" Amar looked at Rahul with vengeful eyes.

"What is this sibuta here?" Tymphal Thoriq.

"Yes if he is in the ablution place, it means he wants to pray. Time to swim" Amar answered haphazardly.

"Yes too. So, what are we hiding here for? Jan, he can't see us either. It's blind" Thoriq said.

"Yesterday he has dared to fight, even almost make us thumped by the villagers. Are we gonna shut up?" Zacky started to provoke.

"Yes Bro. I also still don't accept, with what he did to us at that time.cook, we who can see, lose to the blind man?" Tymphal Thoriq.

"Yes, you're right. Sibuta must be taught a lesson. Hem..... What are we good about?" Amar seemed to think.

"I have an idea" Zacky said, whispering his idea to them. The three smiled cunningly, before stepping over to Rahul into the ablution place.

"Hello Bro's. Can it be true wudhu? What is never wudhu?" Amar's comments saw Rahul wudhu not in accordance with the provisions.

"Sorry, who are you?" Ask Rahul.

"I'm Amar. And these.... Zacky and Thoriq. Still remember? The one that met yesterday in the street" replied Amar and then pointed to his two friends.

"Oh..... So you three delinquents? Who's been rude to Zahra? What are you guys doing here?" Rahul said with regret. Given how the man harassed and almost slapped Zahra yesterday. I don't think he accepted, there are people who did bad to the girl.

"Casual Bro. Don't be emotional. This is a public place. This is mushola anyway. So yes, we are here to pray. Cook want to play chess" replied Amar cynical and relaxed. Unaffected by Rahul's emotions.

While Thoriq secretly took a bottle of floor cleaning fluid, and poured it little by little slowly right in front of Rahul's feet. So just one step the man walked, then definitely......

"sorry. I don't have time to serve people like you. So please don't bother me" Rahul clenched his teeth, trying to be patient with the three humans. Being reluctant to deal too far with them, Rahul also prefers to leave.