DOWRY 33 THOUSAND

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Bamboo House, is Baihaqi's favorite house, the house was designed and made in accordance with the wishes of his late wife, Fatima who had not had time to feel living in the new house which was prepared Baihaqi especially for her beloved wife.

Fatima, who died after jihad gave birth to Fatih, her youngest child. His life was not helped by the tremendous bleeding that left his life after their baby was born.

Baihaqi was so devastated back then. Baihaqi was not next to Fatima when Fatima gave birth. At that time Baihaqi had to go to one of the meeting places to speak. Baihaqi's regret up to now that he could never forgive himself. Maybe it would be different if at that time Baihaqi was near Fatima.nyawa Fatima will certainly be helped, but that is destiny.

Baihaqi daydreamed in a driving condition. His heart ached considering the immortality of a few years ago. Baihaqi regained his senses and glanced towards Rara who was still fast asleep. Baihaqi knew exactly how a pregnant woman who wanted to be around her family felt during childbirth. There's a lot more to it than to feed it and groom the baby. They need motivation to strengthen their hearts.

Mother Warti has cleaned the minimalist and simple bamboo house. Some dishes have been presented on the dining table which also comes from bamboo furniture. The bedroom for Rara has also been sided with complete with a minimalist-sized baby box made of bamboo as well.

"Assalamualaikum," said Baihaqi from outside the Bamboo House.

"Waallaikumsalam," replied Mother Warti as she ran towards the front of the house in a hurry.

The door of the bamboo house was already open. Baihaqi stood at the front side by side with the beautiful Rara and the bulging belly. Warti's mother smiled widely. He already knew about the condition of Rara from Baihaqi.even Emak Warti who advised Baihaqi to bring Rara to the bamboo house, if indeed Baihaqi would undergo a more serious relationship with Rara. Rara returned the smile with hospitality.

"This is her house?" rara asked quietly while circulating her gaze with amazement and admiration.

Baihaqi also stared at the bamboo house and nodded slowly. There is a story behind this simple bamboo house. His hard work until this unique bamboo house is realized which will be dedicated to Fatima.

"You likey?" tanya Baihaqi returned while giving a large suitcase to Madam Warti to be taken to Rara's room.

"That's great. This is really natural, and see the scenery is very cool," said Rara happily and circled her body while breathing the air since the city of Bogor.

"Thank God you like it. That was Madam Warti, you can ask her anything for help. no need to hesitate and doubt, especially when it comes to your content. I'll be there, I'll keep an eye on you, Ra?" said Baihaqi slowly explained while pointing towards Pondok Pesantren which is in front of the bamboo house.

Behind Baihaqi's Pesantren Cottage, there was a main building like the joglo where Baihaqi lived all along.

"This is your house, is it?" asked Rara in a soft voice. One hand Rara touched the bamboo neatly arranged with varnish to look shiny.

"You think I'm lying?" tanya baihaqi teases. Both of them entered the bamboo house and walked towards one room to another room to just look and memorize.

"No disbelief.but, this is amazingly cool, like a villa at the top," said Rara plainly.

"Isn't this the same, this is also at the peak of Bogor, see the mountain salak looks close, right?" baihaqi pointed to the side through a large window that connects with the outside world to see the rice fields. Rara just smiled widely and nodded slowly.

"No problem, that's what I expected. I am at home, you are nyamna, and you will be safe" Baihaqi said steadily.

"Sir Ustad, the food is ready at the table. Afraid of the cold, it will reduce his enjoyment," said Mother Warti slowly invited her employer to immediately eat lunch that was already before dusk.

Rara walked behind Bihaqi entering the dining room that looked petite, yet slick in order. The room was without a closing door and could look freely at the rice fields surrounding the house.

"Well, what a thrill. Can feel at home sitting here while writing a short story or novel that has become my hobby," said Rara smiled. His face seemed to shine because his heart was truly happy and delighted.

"Do as you please, where you want to sit and enjoy your days.I will come once in a while, to see your situation because I also have other activities, most importantly I will not bother you," baihaqi said slowly.

"But, won't you take me to my hometown tomorrow morning?" asked Rara doubtfully.

Baihaiqi nodded slowly.

"That's my promise, to send you home, I'll make sure you're okay to get to your parents' house. Are you going to be long? Or am I waiting for you to get bored?" tanya Baihaqi picked up the plate and put the white rice into the dinner plate for Rara.

Rara received the plate.

"thank you. At home, my parents are bored? Just take me, or stay a day at home. Let me be there first, if I give birth maybe I will be kemabli or maybe I stay there," said Rara with confidence. Rara took saur aem complete with fried tepe and shrimp bakwan and her favorite corn bakwan.

"Are you sure about what you said? But, I like the confidence of your hope, the sign that I have a very big spirit of life," said Baihaqi who had gathered side dishes on his plate. Now Baihaqi began mnikamti makn cyan towards that afternoon accompanied by a gentle breeze from the rice fields and the universal sky that began to show redness.

"Kan Mas Bai told him to stay optimistic and move on. Forget everything that has gone before and stay put and think about this child that I will give birth to. She's my booster right now," Rara said softly and gently rubbed her stomach.

"Take him, love your son, love him. He is innocent, never get angry and bring up the bad father of your son because forever you will hate your own son" Baihaqi said.

Rara nodded slowly.

"Thank you for everything. All your help is so valuable that I don't know how to repay it" Rara said softly as she chewed the food.

"Save your thanks. I did it sincerely, selflessly," Baihaqi said softly.

Not long after that, Mother Warti returned to the table with a glass of warm white milk for Rara. Special Milk for Pregnant Women.