Akad Shackle

You are My Happy Source

A two-story house is being built in the Baitur Rahmah foundation area, still in the same complex but a different access door. The construction of the house is already in the finishing stage, in the last two months the workers worked hard so that the house was completed in time.

The house will be used as a wedding gift by both Tama's parents for their only son. All has been taken into account, when Tama married the house is estimated to be finished. But because the marriage accelerated as a result the house could not be a surprise gift at this time. It still takes about a week to complete, of course with the hard work of the artisans and architects responsible for this.

Mr. Hakim stood from the balcony of the foundation office building, directly monitoring the workers who finished the house for the gift of the son.

"Insya Alloh this week is over, sir. Hopefully next Monday all furniture fixtures can also be equipped. Mr. Akhtar said everything had been made to order and was ready to be delivered this week" Dawn, Mr. Hakim's confidant accompanied him to monitor the construction of the house.

"Thank God, may everything go well" replied the Judge without turning his eyes.

"What about you?" ask the Judge to divert the discussion,

"I mean Father?" ask Dawn just make sure, though,

"Your relationship with the Ustadzah" replied Mr. Hakim casually, he seemed to know what happened to the employee who was considered like his own son.

"Alhamdulillah there has been a development sir, he began to want to open his heart but to go to a more serious level I still have to convince him of my sincerity" replied Fajar honestly, ever since Mr. Hakim discussed his personal problems Fajar became more open, he felt he found a father figure in the Judge. Although his status is only as an employee, Mr. Judge does not hesitate to treat him as Tama his son.

"Thank God, don't delay good intentions too long. Fasten again his efforts, Allah is all-reversing the heart. When you are ready, tell me. Father and Mother will prepare for your marriage, just like Tama." said Mr. Judge, he also passed into his room.

While Fajar stood, he still permeated the speech of the Judge. A sense of haru immediately enveloped his heart, how could he be equated with Tama in the eyes of Mr. Judge, his own biological son.

At the same time but a different place, precisely at the luxury hotel where the wedding of Tama and Rahma took place, they were both ready to check out this morning.

"Are you ready, baby?" Tama who just entered her room immediately approached Rahma who seemed to have tidied up her innards. After breakfast, Tama asked for permission to take care of something, he said, while Rahma chose to check her belongings again.

"Yes, I've done everything. Tama's only one suitcase, right?" Rahma pointed at the small suitcase she had last cleared. Inside it contained her husband's clothes which were only a few stels.

"Yes, let the others stay here. Maybe one day we will suddenly come to the sininya" replied Tama while clutching the wife's shoulder and pecking her cheek at a glance.

"Mas, may I ask you a question?" Rahma hesitated, to ask something that from the beginning of her arrival to the room stuck her heart.

"Of course, say" Tama's face turned serious, she changed her position until they faced each other sitting on the side of the bed.

"Why in the closet of this hotel room a lot of clothes Mas. And that...." Rahma pointed to a wardrobe that contained various sleepwear with various models and colors that fit her body.

Tama smiled kindly in response to his wife's question, knowing that she didn't know much about him. Unlike Tama who has always been a stalker every thing about Rahma.

"I'll explain later, now we better get going. Athaya's been waiting for us at my mom's. After that we will pay to A Budi's house and go directly to the apartment" explained Tama, Rahma also according to. He keeps his target, let the husband explain it by himself.

After his second chat last night, Tama decided to take his son and wife to his apartment which he occasionally likes to live in if visiting Jakarta. Although Tama often lives in the house of his parents at the request of the mother, but Tama still left his apartment empty and only occasionally visited.

Previously Tama had asked the building janitor to clean his apartment and make sure it was ready to be inhabited when he and his small family arrived.

"Actually you want to stay here, but all the decisions are in your hands" with a sad face, the Judge finally let go of his son and daughter-in-law and granddaughter, he said, the presence of Athaya even though only one night has given a different color in the house. The judge was very pleased with Athaya's presence.

"We will often visit Ma, or if you travel when you can also visit us" Tama tried to give understanding to the mother, he said, and of course his decision was well received by both his parents.

"Of course, son, my mother will visit you often. Mama will definitely miss you, especially the same handsome, mama will often kidnap you yes" Ma'am Judge menjwil gaunty nose pointed Athaya, who only grinned to show a row of white teeth are maintained.

The happy little family was dying, and the car Tama drove slowly out of the elite housing complex, splitting the capital's road into her sister-in-law's residence.

It does not take long, because the streets are quite stretchy in working hours like this make their trip smooth and up to quickly to the house of Budi.

No more waiting, after bringing some goods and clothes Athaya and herself Rahma also say goodbye to the sister-in-law. Budi is in the office, he also had time to communicate via video call.

Forty minutes passed, Tama had parked her car in the basement of the building. They arrived after earlier deliver Athaya to school, today he happened to enter the afternoon and will be picked up again at five in the afternoon.

"Come" Tama first came out, she opened Rahma's car door and stretched out her hand. They also walked hand in hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Alhamdulillah the newlyweds are back. Welcome!" exclaimed the security guard when he received Tama's car keys.

They also engaged in a fleeting chat, after asking each other for news and telling what should be delivered by the officer Tama and Rahma also said goodbye.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Tama when entering his apartment, one hand still tightly grasped Rahma's hand as if he was afraid his wife would run away.

Again Rahma was made to gawk when entering the apartment. The apartment is very spacious, even the furniture is very complete for the size of the occupants who are only alone. In Rahma's heart whispered, if Tama must have prepared all this in advance.

"There are only two rooms here, one of ours" Tama leads Rahma to the main door and opens it,

"And yet another room for Athaya" Rahma had not finished scanning the contents of the main room she was going to occupy, her hand had been drawn towards the room Athaya was going to occupy, right beside her room.

Rooms with a typical boys atmosphere are really available and ready to use. Cabinets, study tables, toy corners and other trinkets are neatly arranged in the room.

"Yes..." Rahma was unable to speak, again moved to see the room Tama had prepared for Athaya.

"Ssttt..anything for you, dear" Tama grabbed Rahma's body. The teary eyes finally returned to shed tears.

"I just want to make you and Athaya happy, don't cry baby" Rahma was increasingly unable to resist the rate of tears that continued to wet her cheeks. In his unrelenting heart the chant of gratitude met with Tama is one of the most beautiful gifts in his life.

"Thank you, Mas" in a hoarse voice, only that sentence was able to come out of Rahma's mouth.

"Dear, let me show you something" after a long time in Athaya's room, Tama brought Rahma back to their opposite room.

Rahma sat on the side of the king-size bed in the main room. It looks like Tama opened a closet that turns out not only contains clothes. In it Rahma could see Tama opening a prickly.

"Honey, this is all I have" Tama brought a stack of documents in her hand and placed them on top of the bed right next to Rahma.

"This is what Mas?" asked Rahma in surprise,

"This is an asset I have. I started my own business, in detail papa and mama did not know." explained Tama, he also opened one by one the document.

"This is proof of ownership of the resto I built with my friends. We each have rights there. Alhamdulillah is now established in four major cities in Indonesia and three cities in Malaysia" explained Tama, starting to explain the contents of each document.

"This is proof of apartment ownership, there are two apartments I have. This and another one in Bandung, and I rented it out"

"It's a land certificate in Garut, it's ownership stake in Akhtar furniture company, Arga showroom, Ghifar textile company, and Ahsan cafe. Here's some of my savings and...." Tama stopping her returning movements would pick up the documents before her as Rahma's hand held her hand.

"What's the matter, baby?" Tama turned to look at Rahma who was looking at her with a fixed gaze.

"Enough Mas, I...." Rahma stopped her speech because Tama suddenly placed her index finger on Rahma's lips.

"I'm sorry you're uncomfortable, but I just want you to know all about me, especially this..." Tama pointed at the documents before him, as well as the documents before him,

"From now on I want you to keep it, and you'll manage everything. Don't hesitate to use it, all I have is yours, all I've worked for is for you and our children." Tama said again to make Rahma moved.

"You are very good Mas, I am too lucky to be your wife" said Rahma Lirih, again yak tears can be dammed.

"I am the one who is so lucky to be your husband, thank you for giving me this precious opportunity" Tama hugged Rahma tightly, fuming at the eyes that still let out that water deep and long.

"You know dear, many say if a husband treats his wife with love, then her beautiful aura will shine, her maternal aura emanates, the family sustenance also flows smoothly. Warmth in the family will also always be awake, because the wife is the heart and pulse in the household. For that, I always ask God, to be able to always treat you with love, flow happiness for you in every second of your life and our household" Tama said with sincerity, saying full of sincerity, Rahma also tightened her embrace. No words can describe his happiness today, being loved with all his heart, being accepted with all his flaws and being treated very very very special is a wonderful gift of love for him. Tama really proves her words to erase every bad memory of Rahma about the household and replaced with an abundance of love and happiness.

"And I prayed that God would bestow kindness and intelligence on me so that I could be a good wife to my husband and a great mother to my children. May God always guide me in finding a balance between my household duties and my other obligations and your riddhom will always come first for me." Rahma was no less sad to say, the long sentence he said was the same sentence that he always intended at each end of his prostration.

"Thank God, thank God." Rahma murmured in her heart, the husband's warm embrace channeled the positive energy that made her happier.

"You are the source of my happiness" concluded Tama, he took off his embrace and turned to kiss the wife's ranum lips which then turned into a warm kiss until on the king-size bed, for the first time, what happened was supposed to happen.