Girl For The Widow

Chapter 13

Habibah and Rizqy's relationship is increasingly established. The two of them had already secretly started preparing their wedding plans. Start looking at the Bridal gown designs and try out some of the Wedding Dresses that are on the Boutiq that they came to. Currently they are looking for a Wedding Dress that they will wear during the wedding ceremony.

"It's good, isn't it?" tanya Habibah showed off a simple white kebaya with a subordinate array. The kebaya was attached to his sleek, exotic-colored body.

"Good, you look beautiful and sexy" said Rizqy stunned. He looked at his tall body with an unblinking look.

"Seriously, Mom? don't be ugly anymore. My skin is not white so it is difficult to find a kebaya that matches the color of my skin that is gullem," said Habibah sad.

"Sorry Mas? Mas got a bad wife candidate," continued Habibah with a more inferior face.

"You're beautiful, I love your skin, I love your face, I love everything you have. So you don't get inferior, do you?" rizqy calmed Habibah. She gently stroked Habibah's hair trying to restore her confidence.

"Your lips are very delicious, baby let alone the other parts that I have not touched. Is love only limited to activities in bed and a charming look? not like that? I feel comfortable with you and feel at ease looking at your sweet face. Just give me a smile then the instant fatigue will be gone." Rizqy continued with pure gentle words poured out from her heart. He once again convinced Habibah that the beauty of a Woman is relative, because everyone has different opinions about it. Be yourself with the charm you have. We don't know which side the man is interested in.

"Thank you for choosing me" Habibah said. He formed a happy smile. That smile managed to make Rizqy even more stunned.

Once they find a Wedding Dress that matches and suits their taste. Rizqy and Habibah continued with lunch at the Cafe around the city of Mandaram. A few hours running, when Dzuhur arrived, Rizqy invited Habibah to carry out obligations to the largest Mosque in the Region. Finished it just drove Habibah to Kostnya.

"Habibah, go home first. You take a break and you don't have to go anywhere anymore" Rizqy said.

"Master, carry it out" said Habibah while respecting.

"Yes, are you coming home? you don't miss me, because my steps are getting heavier" Rizqy joked. He chuckled at the apparent cuteness of Habibah's countenance in response to his words.

"The word Dilan longs is heavy and said Habibah, lighten with gratitude," said Habibah smiling.

"Yes. Oh yes, Monday afternoon Mas there is a duty to Samawa Island for three days. Is there nothing you are alone who checks the reception hall. Later if you like to directly contact Mas let Mas directly boking but if you do not like to find others," said Rizqy told.

"Well, I can check for myself. It works just fine there," Habibah agreed.

"Sip, Mas go home first. Assalamu'alaikum," said Rizqy saying goodbye.

"Waalaikumussalam Warahmatullahi." Habibah returned the greeting while waving his hand.

***

Monday arrived, Habibah was very happy to welcome this morning. He carries out his duties before his morning activities. When you are finished, get ready to go to the office. It was customary for him to come in the morning and open the door of the room for the first time.

As it approaches the doorway of the room. Habibah listened to the conversation between two men he knew. The content of the conversation made Habibah speech silent in pain.

"Happy Mr. Lalu Rizqy Anggara, you managed to win the bet. Didn't expect Habibah Rosy to give up her chastity. Congratulations, congratulations and congratulations" said one man shaking Rizqy's hand. The man did not respond to even rejecting the hand.

"Why do you refuse, this is your best achievement. We celebrate this victory. How about on Samawa Island we celebrate, there are many beautiful and Sexy Girls. You just choose which one and last night for them will warm your body. How, do you like it?" the man provoked the man.

"I'm not as bad as you are Dion" said Rizqy firmly. On the tone of voice tucked away anger and anger.

"Maha." Dion laughed as he looked with a mocking look.

"Cooking? are you covering up your great depravity and sin. Pinter once you tricked anyone. You smiled sincerely with gentle words making the girls moved. Don't they know they're being deceived." Dion answered with ridicule. He blatantly provoked Rizqy. Dion deliberately provokes Rizqy's anger by bringing up the man's rot.

"So, talk to you, Dion. Never provoke me. If that's what you keep doing, just look at what Rizqy Anggara can do to tear your dirty mouth out" Rizqy said. He gritted his teeth as he clenched his hands holding in anger.

"Maha."

Dion laughed again and the laughter seemed to mock the words of a man named Rizqy.

"really? I'll wait for him. One thing, roughly what happens to Habibah Rosy if it finds out he turned out to be the object of a bet between me and you, Rizqy Anggara. The bet is very delicious, you just kiss and take the chastity of the Girl then I will give you the antique Vespa that you crave. You succeeded Rizqy and now I will give it to you. This is his treasured letter, This is STNK, BPKP and a question letter stating this prize of a bet involving Habibah Rosy as the Object of betting and Then Rizqy Anggara as the Subject of betting. Isn't this legal. You keep it well lest Habibah Rosy find out. If the girl finds out, she might jump out of this building because she was fooled by a commoner who turns out to be a bastard." Dion's back on the man.

"Your bastard Dion. Never speak to Habibah. You also agreed to our deal. If I manage to take the sanctity of Habibah then you will never disturb him, keep that in mind! just make that deal. About Habibah, it'll be my business." Rizqy said firmly. He didn't want Dion to suppress him and intimidate him.

"Okay, I'll heed it. The proof of your success in winning this bet I consider to be genuine and authentic. What can I keep," said Dion provoked the anger of the handsome man. Rizqy immediately seized her Handphone and thought no more of erasing the evidence.

"Right, you don't want to remember the trail. It turns out that Habibah means nothing in the heart of a Rizqy. He lost to a Vespa. I just found out that my Antique Vespa is worth more than the sanctity of Habibah Rosy. You're really amazing Rizqy." Dion unceasingly mocked Rizqy. He let out words that cornered even the man was unable to refute. Only a fist trying to suppress the anger has now reached the crown.

Meanwhile, Habibah was unable to listen to him anymore. He sat weakly with tears flowing swiftly. He tried to close his mouth so that his crying voice could not be heard by anyone.

Habibah could no longer, his chest tight. Every word that was spoken from Rizqy and Dion was like a godam that hit his fragile body. Rizqy now turned into a rusty dagger that stabbed into his heart. Repeatedly crying until the heart is out of shape. Now it is only the wounds Habibah feels.

"Mas Rizqy is evil" said Habibah. He stepped foot with a trying to be inaudible. He went to the toilet to shed his tears. The pain and pain is now attacking him. He cursed his stupid self. Stupid to believe that such an unreachable man would love him. He had foolishly loved a Rizqy Anggara. Habibah knew the love he had had had no chance of being happy. He knew that, but his wish was to try to reach it to be real. And now, the man ripped him off.

It turns out that Rizqy's love is only a bet. He did this drama perfectly. He lived his role perfectly. It was so perfect that Habibah did not detect it.

As for marriage, what is part of the manuscript that has been written in the agreement. Is marriage part of that bet too?. The question stabbed his heart if the answer turned out to be correct. Habibah languished, all the togetherness so far like a poison that killed his memories. He's lying helpless.

Now he was just crying, that was the only thing capable of strengthening his broken heart. What he did again, he was worthless, he was worthless, he was classless in anyone's eyes let alone in Rizqy Anggara's eyes. He was nothing more than a very contemptible object of betting.

Shame that we master ourselves Habibah. She's scared, she's insecure and now she's insecure with herself. All of that now haunts him.

"Mas Rizqy jahaaaaaaaaat."

Habibah was only able to shout inwardly, scream inwardly and cursing inwardly. Tears blurred his vision. The matter had now pressed his breath.

Stuffy

He doesn't care if he doesn't breathe anymore. Who cares. Rizqy, that guy won't care. He is now happy to enjoy his victory.

Ill

His heart was very sick, sick and sick. Habibah was unable to withstand that. He's fallen, he's fallen and he's gonna have no hope.

"When are you going to throw it away? I also want to feel his body. It's okay, your ex is Rizqy," said Dion with a perverted look. That look again mocked Rizqy who was trying to hold back her anger.

"Is it possible that Apem Habibah is so delicious that you do not want to share it with others. Didn't expect your servant just wanted to stomp Apem belongs to Habibah. You really suck Rizqy. You like girls from the lower class." Dion was unceasingly provoking Rizqy. The man couldn't stand all the words his partner said.

"Don't talk to you?" rizqy's scream echoed in her study.

Braaaaac.

Praaaaang.

Rizqy kicked off the workbench with all her might. Making the glass-coated table was broken scattered and formed a scattering bell. Of course the table broke in two. Like the image of Habibah's heart that Rizqy accidentally formed.

Habibah hurried to clean his face. She disguises the swelling on her face with baby powder that is always carried. She also smeared her lips with a pink lip gloss to make them look fresh. He heard a buzzing sound made him quickly approach the source of the sound.

There are already some officers who have arrived. They were surprised to hear the sound of objects being hit and the sound of shards being heard was loud. When they reached the room, they were again surprised by the sightings seen there.

"Sir Dion, Mr. Rizqy. What's going on?"

Seriate.

Hi, I would like to thank you for reading and sorry for this chapter of the main character Rizqy and not yet featuring Keynand. This is still in the past Habibah yes..!

The Rizqy figure exists and I was inspired by it. You could say I used to admire him. Seriously, he's silly, cranky, nosy but kind. To me he was like the brightest shining star and I was unable to touch him. I love him in my heart but I don't want to know him.

Embassyaaak.

Sorry I confided.

It's still fiction...!

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