The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 21 - Forced to Apologize

"Okay, please Bro" said Amar with his leisure, or rather mocked.

However, just a step walk, Rahul has lost balance because his feet feel stepped on slippery fluid. Until he slipped and fell on his back on the floor.

"Look!!" Pekik Rahul's.

"Hahahaha" They laughed out loud because their plan to bully the man was successful.

"Hey Bro, are you okay? Hence, if his eye path is used"

"Jeez Zacky, Zacky. What are you talking about? Why does he use his eyes, if his function is not hahahaha" Timpal Thoriq

"Just use the cow's eye or the ankle. Maybe it will work on him" added Amar. The three laughed scornfully. Rahul's laughter looks miserable as a result of their Bullyan.

Rahul who was sitting on the floor with a painful waist can only clench his hands tightly. Trying to hold back emotions so as not to be provoked to face the three riotous men.

"What's this?" The laughter of ridicule that was being cool was thrown by Amar CS on Rahul was spoiled by the voice of a man who suddenly joined the roar.

If Rahul did not misjudge, it seems that the voice does not belong to a young man of his age anymore. Except, it belonged to an old man

"Astagfirullah azim things! Why are you son. Here I help you" The middle-aged man was surprised and astonished to see Rahul sitting on the floor with a somewhat ambiguous appearance. He helps Rahul to get back up.

"Thank you Sir"

"Why did you fall like that? What happened to you, son?"

"It looks like someone deliberately wanted to bully me sir, until I fell. Yes understand, I went blind. So I can't see if there's any floor cleaning fluid that I think is being spilled near me" Rahul calmly explained at length. Or rather insinuate the trio.

"Astagfirullah azim things! Amar, Zacky, Thoriq! what did you guys do to her, so she could be like this?" The man looked at Amar CS nyalang.

"Lho, why is Mr Umar blaming us? Our people do nothing" Kilah Amar casually.

"Not to deny you. You think I can't memorize, your child-like habits? Which is always a riotous culprit. This is the last time I see you guys making trouble here. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to get you to replace the marbot job for a month!"

The man who turned out to be named Umar was at length nagging and threatening the three of them.

"Well! Sir, it's really dong. Cook handsome men like us to be marbots. Where do we put our faces, sir?" Denying Amar.

"Yes then you do not make problems continue, which can harm others. Now you quickly apologize to him" said Mr. Umar.

"Huh, are you sorry?!" Excite the three of them in unison.

"It's not wrong, sir? What are we wrong with this sibuta, until we have to apologize?" Ask Amar without any guilt.

"Kok you guys still ask. You forgot, did he fall? You think your actions are right? Make people wretch"

"Yes Father. Just a little fall in question. Besides, he wasn't hurt either. Why do we apologize to people like him. True wudhu cannot. We believe sir, he never prayed. Never mind praying, how to pray he certainly does not know. So we should have kicked him out of here. Because people like him don't deserve to be here. Right no?"

Thoriq at length judged Rahul cynically. Who got a cynical head nod from his two friends.

"Yes sir, that's right" Timpal Zacky.

"Astagfirullah azim..... Who are you, to feel entitled to judge, and determine whether or not someone deserves to enter this mosque?! Are you God? Now there's not much story. Apologize quickly to her, or I'll really prove what I said just now!"

Pak Umar began to run out of patience to face a genk that has the same characteristics as a stubborn child and refute when scolded.

"Udah Bro, follow it first. To make the problem run" whispered Thoriq.

"Yes, we will find another way to repay this sibuta. What matters now is that we escaped from Mr. Umar. Lazy Bro, deal with the old man" Timpal Zacky.

"Yes, yes" Amar reluctantly followed the advice of his two friends.

"Mmm.. blind, we're sorry. Haven't you?"

"Sorry, but I have a name. And my name is Rahul. Not blind" Rahul replied calmly.

"Ribet times, call problems only" Gerrutu Amar.

"Ehem!" Mr. Umar cleared his throat and looked at the three of them sharply.

"Mmmm....Rahul, we're sorry yes" Amar smiled furiously.

"Yes I'm sorry. Just don't repeat anymore huh" Rahul smiled cynically. Although he could not directly reply to the trio by beating him up, he was at least a little satisfied as they were forced to apologize to him. Like a child who makes a mistake and will be punished if he does not want to obey to apologize.

While Amar was getting furious at the cynical smile on Rahul's face. I want him to hit that face.

"Come on" take her to her three best friends while pulling them out.

Now only Rahul and Pak Umar are alone in the ablution room.

"Yes sir, am I okay?"

"Oh yeah, are you new here? How does it seem, your face is still unfamiliar to me?"

"Yes sir, I'm new in this village. My name is Rahul. I live behind Zahra's mother"

"Zahra...His son is Mrs Sakinah, who works as a nurse at the hospital?" Terka Pak Umar's.

"Yes sir is right"

"Oh.. I am Umar, the imam of this dimusholah" Mr. Umar introduced himself who was answered with a nod of the head by Rahul.

"Oh yeah. On behalf of Amar, Zacky and Thoriq. I'm really sorry yes. I'm not feeling good about you. Just entered this village, already getting unpleasant treatment, from the citizens here"

"It doesn't matter, sir, forget it. After all, what they said might indeed have a point" Rahul smiled faintly and lowered his face.

"You mean?"

"Yes Sir. All this time, I never prayed. In fact, I do not know how to do ablution, and pray the right prayer. Maybe Amar was right. I don't deserve to be in this place"

"Astagfirullah azim things. It's a place of worship. Everyone has the right to come here, as long as they really want to worship. If you still don't understand how, I can teach you. Come on, follow me. Watch out, the floor is slippery"

"Yes sir" Rahul stepped slowly and carefully so as not to fall back a second time.

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Zahra seemed to be cool with her activity that was arranging cakes in boxes with her mother in the kitchen.

"Ra, it looks like there is a guest in front of Nak" said Ms Sakinah when she heard someone knocking on her front door.

"Let me see Ma" Zahra who almost moved immediately prevented his mother.

"Let Mother. You just keep putting the cake together"

"Oh yes" Zahra refocused on the cookies, and let her mother push the wheel of her wheelchair forward.

Not long after, his mother returned to the kitchen with someone.

"Let's go, let's go in".

Zahra turned around and it turned out that the guest was Rahul. He sighed and resumed his activities, regardless of the two people talking.

"Yes Mom, what are you doing?"

"This, Mother and Zahra were preparing and arranging cakes in boxes, before being brought and left in stalls"

"Oh.... Is there anything I can help you with? I can, if it's just putting the cake in a box"

"Not bother, son. It's almost done. Just stay ushered and deposited in the stalls only"

"Then let me help you get her sanity?"

"You're serious, want to help Mom?"

"Yes ma'am, I can" Rahul continued to offer his help despite the rejection.

"Say you want to look for face, let the ration of food is multiplied" Seloroh Zahra without turning his head. His eyes remained fixed on the cakes he was arranging in a plastic box, although his mouth joked, issuing words of reproach towards Rahul.

"Zahra, how do you speak so" Tegur Bu Sakinah, then back to look at Rahul with a look of unpleasant face. "Son Rahul, sorry. Zahra was just kidding"

"Yes ma'am, it's okay. It was usual to be gushed by his mouth. But I'm surprised ma'am, there are yes, Mother and child are very different. His mother was kind, meek, loving. But kok cubs... recess, annoying, gesrek and bar-bar like a female tiger uhgg...."

Rahul who was cool to reply to Zahra's reproach gasped as he felt a lump of fine grains being thrown at his face. Huh. It seems like playing throw-throwing is already a hobby of this woman.

"Oh.... want to play throw-throws? Okay, who's afraid" Rahul fumbles at the table next to him. Until the touch up and ends on a plastic bowl containing small grains. Rahul grasped the small grain and threw it at Zahra.

"Lt...!" Receiving a counterattack, Zahra again attacked Rahul with flour.

"Uhgg" Rahul did not want to lose, he also returned to attack the girl with sesame.

"Oh my God, hey. Already, already. Stop that!" Bu Sakinah, trying to divorce those who are engrossed in wheat and sesame war with himself as a witness. But for free, his voice is not at all lubricated.

"Stop!!" Shouted Sakinah who had exhausted her patience to face their child-like behavior.

"Huh.... You guys are yes. It's big, but it's still like a kid. I think you two are fools. That's why your nature is the same" Omelnya.

"Clear Mother. Who would want to be with such an annoying guy like him" Zahra was still not satisfied denouncing Rahul.