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Go To Singapore

33.

Presumably, Rahma was disappointed by what Abah Haikal had just said. But ... what can I do? Their car was already far away and there was no way they could catch up. Actually it could have been one of the families, contacting Yudha to get the man to turn around. But they did not do it, because when viewed from the romance of Rahma's face, it seems that— is not important, but not too urgent.

Ummi Ros said, “What is this so important, Rahma? Otherwise, we can help you to deliver.”

“I just want to thank you, that's all, Mi. But directly,” replied Rahma lowered her head in shame considering the despicable deeds she had done. To this day, they have always been kind to him.

“They went to Bandung,” Abah said later.

“Sorry I cut for a while,” Alif suddenly interjected, “Rah, we go inside first,” his farewell embraces Dara inside because the wind outside is big enough and they care about Sakira.

“Oh, yes, Alif.. Congratulations on the birth of the baby,” said Rahma momentarily shifted about. Making Dara and Alif stopped by the time Rahma approached them both to see Sakira in a sling, “She was adorable,” the woman admired her face and had a chance to wipe her spilled cheeks. Sakira is a big baby.

“Thank you, Ma'am..we went inside first, yes,” Dara said in a more friendly voice than the last time they met. He understands how to behave with people who value him as well.

Suddenly, Rahma hugged him. Make everyone there smile, “Please forgive me. I once talked rudely with you.”

Dara smilingly looked at him as they released a hug. “Everyone has felt at their lowest point because I have been, so just understand each other.”

Rahma nodded, her eyes still watching the two as they entered the house that had once been in her place.

After they left, Rahma again approached her former father-in-law, unaware that her tears were flowing.

“What Umi misses me?” tanyanya.

“Oh, yes clear. You are my daughter too,” she replied and hugged each other. “Umi is glad you came back like this,” Umi Ros said in her arms. A gentle swab of Rahma felt on her back so that she felt in love.

“I was mistaken Umi...”.

“Listen, Son. No matter what the problem, it will pass. It is easier to talk than we do to it. Maybe Umi is not necessarily strong if there is in the position of Rahma. But, it would be better if we are more patient and resigned. Rest assured, God gave you a trial because He loves you and knows because you are able to pass through.”

Rahma nodded. In his heart he realized what he had been doing all this time by selling himself was completely pointless and just pointless. In fact, this foolish and ridiculous act even blasphemed himself before God and many people. The money he got was not a blessing, not beneficial for anything and quickly depleted.

“How is your husband now?” ask Abah Haikal.

“My husband is still in intensive care, Bah. Now again the chemotherapy stage,” replied Rahma after being able to regain control.

“How many times has chemo?”

“Three times, but still in the evaluation stage because it seems, the cancer cells are still there,” Rahma replied.

“This must be very heavy for you, be patient.”

“Iya, Bah...”

“Tell us if you want to swipe, God willing we want to come with you there, yes, Bah?” Umi turned to her husband who nodded.

“Oh, yes, so forget what my destination is here,” said Rahma smiled, “Yudha same Vita when go home?”

“Yudha want S2 in Bandung, Nak.” replied Umi Ros, “so more or less yes, two years.”

“When Rahma can meet them, yes, Mi?”

“Later if they come back here, Umi let you know, yes.”

Rahma nodded. The three had a chat for some time, before Rahma finally left there because the house person called her.

Arriving at home, Rahma was immediately greeted by her daughter. He said that there was a big package that came a few minutes ago. However, he did not dare to open it first, because he was waiting for his mother to come home.

The package is in the form of a large box. On it was written the name of the sender, namely Rio Permadi.

‘For your beloved.

Every day with you is a gift. However, there is one more beautiful day, which is our wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary, darling. May we always be together until jannah.’

Rahma smiled looking at this handwriting. She knew him very well and this was Rio's own writing. “Your handwriting is always good, brother. Even though he was sick..”.

Rahma pulled out her phone to reply in a short message.

“Happy wedding anniversary too, Brother. God has loved me by bringing together the best priest and teacher in teaching patience. You are the most beautiful mujahid I have never let go. I will bind you tightly with piety and sincere love from the heart, forever,” so the message written at the end of emoticons love and kiss. The next second, sent.

“Who's name, Ma?” ask Febi.

“From Papa, Darling.” Rahma looked up and smiled. He then grabbed his daughter's body to be on the bench.

“When Papa comes home?”

“Papa is still on medication, dear. Pray for Papa to heal quickly, yes.”

Febi nodded, then expressed her longing feelings, “Febi kangen with Papa...”.

“Mama too, Darling. Later if Mama go there, Mama take you, yes?”

Febi. One month later, they also visited Singapore with Abah Haikal and Umi Ros as promised for some time ago.

From day to day, Rio Permadi's state is improving even though his appearance now looks very different. The man had been shaved a hundred percent because his hair was losing.

Treatment of cancer with chemo can indeed attack normal body cells and tissues, including keratinocyte cells located in follicles or hair roots. This is what causes Rio's hair to fall out badly.

“Papa is not so bad,” Febi replied bluntly. “But this is my papa, so handsome,” said Febi again who does not have too much vocabulary.

Everyone laughed listening to his funny words.

“Duh, clever..” praise Umi Ros to this little girl.

While hugging his daughter, Rio turned his gaze to convey his gratitude to the two people who had come all the way here to visit him. Abah Haikal and Umi Ros.

“Sama-sama, Nak Rio. All while taking a walk. My wife says she wants to know what Singapore is like,” replied Abah Haikal.

The wife replied, “Iya, even if he said a neighboring country, but frankly, this is the first time I stepped on this land. It looks so good, Bah. Discipline once its citizens.”

Hans chuckled, “Thumb once, Mom. The air here is very clean and that is for sure .. jam-free.”

“Wah... This, already at home like it is,” Abah said in response. “How english, safe?”

“Sometimes if anyone does not know, I have to translate in Mbah gugel.”

“Don't be in a minute to boyong,” chirped Umi Ros.

“If for that seems to think about it, Bu Hj. Because the economic costs here make cancer, aka dry bags.”

Instantly everything chuckles.

Hans later recounted, all the expenses he spent to live for months here. The fixed salary or wages earned by workers in this country is large, but all of it is in accordance with the existing economy.

Umi Ros and Abah Haikal just listen to the words of Hans who is telling a story. Sometimes they just need to respond to it. Because, there is indeed no other topic that they can discuss to fill the void. It is impossible if they continue to tell about the problem of the disease, because there are— can make patients more stressed, which is suspected to make the immune decrease.

However, they know the ins and outs of what this country actually looks like. Maybe it sounds a little strange; a travel agency entrepreneur—but don't know his own neighboring country?

But that is the reality. Because Abah Haikal even more often to other countries that more there is Islamic Khazanah, compared to the country of Singapore itself.

“But of all that I talked about earlier, it does not mean this country has no shortage, Mr. Hj,” continued Hans on the sidelines, “soal I often find it difficult to find places of worship.”

“So the conclusion?” Abah asked to be sure.

Hans replied with pride, “Indonesia remains at heart.”

Abah immediately called for one of his favorite foods, “Life rendang! Live rendang!”

Again the atmosphere sounded crowded with everyone's laughter.

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Only half a day Umi and Abah Haikal were there. Besides the plane has been booked round trip, they are also lazy to stay because they miss the family who is waiting for him at home, let alone his grandson.

After all, Dara has not been too experienced in taking care of newborns. From yesterday, it was Ratn's mother who took care of it. However, they had already returned home because Razka was left at home. They said Razka was very busy with semester work.

They arrived at half-twelvepm after airing about an hour and a half from Singapore Changi Airport.

“It looks like Alif is asleep,” muttered Umi Ros when entering.

“Clearly, Mi... It is already midnight,” replied Abah responding to his wife's remarks.

Umi Ros went straight to her own room with her souvenirs.

But not with Abah, because the old man actually headed to the top floor. To the most secret place no one ever knew. There was something he had missed lately, but it was not delivered.

Opening the bottom drawer, he took out a large enough box-shaped place made of wood. Tightly locked with padlock for safety. This was done in honor of his other wife, Ros.

Shortly after opening the lock, Abah released the contents of one by one old photo of himself and a woman. She was ten years older than him, named Nayana Wulan Fajrani.

“Even after decades of your leaving, I still always feel your presence here..” her tears flow when remembering this woman took her life in her lap. It was then that he realized that his love for Nayana Wulan was also so great.

Now the man closed his eyes.

Deep.

Very deep.

Up to layers of darkness ..take it into the past.

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Seriate.

Abah Haikal's prequel, yes. Even though it will be happy ending. But there was a little pain. We will continue the continuation of Yudha, (just a little), so what after he finished S2, if the prequel has ended.

Yudha so what's hayo?

“So frog, thor,” ulela detergent reply.

Oh my Goddd! 🤣️

For tonight I'm not up, because this chapter has been double (thumb ai until sizzling), so don't wait, yes tomorrow at noon.

Jan forgets the fun so that more spirit chasing the update....