Girl For The Widow

S2.29

"Welcome Bang Riz!"

Rizqy smilingly nodded in acceptance of the welcome from a young man with his friend.

"It looks like our brother is happy again, look at his face really immediately with a smile that is so bright. Did you get rations before you met us" said one man.

"The horrors of our brother are again staying at the Hotel. Of course with a beautiful and sexy woman" he continued.

"Did Brother Riz hire a call lady?" ask the first person to greet him.

Rizqy glared at her two friends with horror eyes, making the two shudder in horror.

"Let's see Abang Riz was angry, so if you say it must be thoughtful first do not just origin expelled," said friend Budi reminded.

Budi scratching his nape that does not itch because of wrong behavior.

"I don't like snacks outside" Rizqy said clearly.

"Tuh denger, not you who like snacking carelessly. Do not know hygenis or do not play directly in embat only."

Budi glared at his friend who spoke carelessly.

"You too, it's usually slander" he said later.

"Emang, unlike Bang Riz who is loyal to his Wife and certainly will not be tempted by other Women."

"Relatedly? If for example in front of him there is a woman without clothes, will bang Riz not be tempted and her inheritance will not be why?" ask Budi curious.

Friend hesitates. It was seen he was staring at Rizqy who was speechless lazily responding.

"I'm sure, Bang Riz will still not be tempted," he replied later with confidence.

"No, don't try to offer me a naked woman because I won't be that strong to fight lust. I am a normal man, then where might be able to control the passions while in the presence of emblazoned Women who are the source of desire is there. After all my faith is so thin it may be thinner than an onion skin, so it will never challenge myself to try to approach the naked Woman except for my Wife, because I could not stand it and then devour it," said Rizqy at length explained. That Man is very difficult to control nafs*, unless they have a very strong faith and stick to his beliefs. They are afraid of what happens to them, if they are determined to break God's prohibition.

The two looked at each other then looked at Rizqy with curiosity.

"Don't try to get close to a place where God forbids, because when we are there it will be very difficult to survive. We will fall asleep and dissolve in deceptive pleasure and then crumble in contempt" Rizqy explained. He was silent for a moment as if remembering something made his friend even more curious.

"Have you ever heard the true story of a worshiper who at the end of life was found doing zin*. The Worshiper on that day carried out his intention to go to the place of worship, there he then dated a woman the night without realizing the disaster came and he was unable to save himself. He was found dead in a state of contempt while with a woman who was haram for him. While at the same time an expert man who practiced his intention to go to the mosque and then repent. He was found dead in glory."

Rizqy ends her story by repeatedly telling her story. While his two friends just silent unable to say anything but just realize all sins. They dissolve in contemplation and then are determined to become better human beings from now on and in the future then try to remain Istiqomah in the light of faith.

"So what do you get?" rizqy asked breaking the quiet silence.

Budi thrusting an object where to store data. Rizqy took it then dissolved into serious talk.

"I'm going to smuggle someone in the Keynand residence. The man will start working the day after tomorrow. You two stay in each other's positions."

After they set up the strategy, Rizqy left the Cafe where the meeting took place and returned to the Hotel where she was staying.

Arriving there, Rizqy found Habibah was sipping mineral water.

"Are you awake?" rizqy asked to see that the Wife was awake. He got that sweet smile along with the head nod.

"Hows it? Did you find any clues?" ask Habibah. She was sure that her husband must have met someone so left her alone at the Hotel as usual.

"Mas hasn't checked it yet. Oh yes Mas has bought your favorite Potato Chips," replied Rizqy while reaching for the Laptop in the Bag. Electronic objects must be carried by him wherever he goes. Then he began to check the contents of the Plash disk to find out what evidence was stored there. Rizqy is currently gathering evidence of the undisclosed cause of Kiano's death. She no longer relied on the help of Keynand, as she did not want to trouble the Husband of Julaekha. In addition, to minimize the detection of the target that is being loved.

When Rizqy was busy checking the data and information he got, different from what was done with Habibah, the woman was engrossed in Potato Chips that the Husband bought. There was the sound of crisps echoing in the room.

Rizqy revealed a smile looking at those lips that were unceasingly chewing. The activity attracted his attention more than the important information he had just obtained, which is why he stopped the activity.

"How can you see it like that? Am I weird?" tanya Habibah stopped the cud. She saw her husband not blinking to look at her.

"Nothing strange, really! I'm just glad to see you're eating so well" replied Rizqy honestly. Then he stepped closer towards Habibah then hugged the slender body.

"What is the finger that's not wearing anymore? I like it, Lo."

Habibah smiled shyly at the honesty expressed by her husband. Actually, she was embarrassed to wear a very transparent dress, but for the sake of pleasing her husband, she would not want to have to take off her embarrassment.

"That's shame."

"If you're ashamed to wear it? Is there some ulterior intent, huh? I was suspicious, though! Suddenly ringing, suddenly also asked for 500 million. Wonder what it is."

Rizqy asked. The man also showed a look of astonishment that looked very adorable.

While Habibah chuckles amusedly.

"So I'm just a prankster, who knows what else hoky. Eh no doubt Mas direct transfer. You can ask for a fee."

Rizqy pulled that nose. Do not forget to also attack the waist slender with tickling so as to make Habibah squealed shocked by kegelian. The woman let go of her laughter, making Rizqy even more eager to do the children in sensitive areas.

Hahaha

"Geli, Mum."

"Again here, here and here."

Unceasingly doing that makes Habibah can not stand the amused taste that afflicts him. Want to avoid but can't. Rizqy really did not let Habibah slip from her reach.

"Forget, Mas. I really can't stand it, Mas's hand why is there a sting?" Habibah really can't stand it.

Glister

Rizqy then stopped tickling that slender waist. He hugged the body by sticking his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"Have not heard your happy laughter for too long. During this time you were too busy accompanying Qia, taking care of Qia, paying attention to Qia and making sure Qia was okay so you forgot about yourself," Rizqy said later with sadness in the eye.

Habibah smiled. He did not mind at all what was done so far for the recovery of his sister-in-law. He loved Qia very much and considered Qia as his own biological sister.

"Qia our sister, it is appropriate that we as her brother pay attention to her. Qia only has Mas Rizqy and me. If we are not then who else," replied Habibah at length.

"Good to have you." Again Rizqy expressed a sense of happiness to have a companion like Habibah who never complained at all, despite facing various trials.

Habibah smiled in response to the award her husband gave her. He felt floating, but it was stored in sadness. Sad because until the third year of marriage she did not get pregnant.

There was a sense of tightness felt in the chest because of that, even though Rizqy did not demand it at all. The man was very patient and even tried to calm and comfort him when stricken with anxiety because the desire had not been realized.

"Why silence?" Rizqy asked when she realized Habibah did not respond with a babble.

"What if it turns out that I can't give offspring to Mas Rizqy. What if I can't get pregnant?" Habibah rahu. There was a deep sadness in every word. Habibah is unable to contain the sadness so that the tears spill.

"What if this uterus turns out to be barren? Would Mas Rizqy still be proud to have me?" he continued in sobs.

Rizqy was surprised to see Habibah who suddenly said strangely with a cry.

"Honey, don't say that" said Rizqy softly. He released a hug and grabbed his face and swept away the tears that began to flow profusely on Habibah's cheeks.

When talking about a child who is not present. Habibah can no longer contain sadness and then dissolve in crying.

"I know Mas must really want the presence of children in the middle of our small family, but in fact I as a Wife is not able to realize that. Although Mas always said it was okay, maybe not yet but the little heart Mas must really want that, right?"

Habibah looked at her husband's face with a glare. A calm face that never shows anger let alone disappointment over all its shortcomings.

"Mas, I'm willing to marry again to have children soon. If with it can make Mas happy and have a baby, I sincerely Mas," said Habibah sincerely. Although she was very afraid when she said that and was not willing to share her Husband's love, but if it turned out that was the only way to realize happiness for her Husband what could be done. It was time to cultivate sincerity even though it felt heavy and difficult.

Rizqy turned her eyes in disbelief at what her wife said. He fell silent and realized Habibah was on the verge of despair.

"Speak what, anyway? I told you, I will wait patiently. I am sure that one day God will grant our prayers. You will conceive and bear the descendants of Mas. You are healthy and you are healthy too. Your womb is not barren and never say that again. What you say hurts this heart, dear."

Rizqy tried to calm Habibah down. He grabbed the body and hugged it tightly. Habibah sobbed in the warm embrace of her Husband.

"Don't ask Mas to marry again just for the sake of having children. Because I know that you are sincerely speaking only on your lips, while your heart cannot say that. After all, there is no guarantee that if you get married again, you will immediately have offspring. What if I wait too for a long time. It is better to pray with you that God will immediately grant what we both want."

Rizqy at length said as she stroked Habibah's stomach gently. Speak prayer with fervor and hope.

Habibah held a hug. Not expecting to get genuine love and affection from her Husband. Habibah increasingly sobbing and covered with novelty. Didn't expect Rizqy to love him so much and was reluctant to turn away even though he had paved the way for Rizqy to marry again but it turns out that her husband was not budging. If another male, hearing that would cheer happily and instantly make it happen. Marry again, who refuses if they have obtained permission from the Wife.

"Dear not to be sad. We better try again, yuk? Use the Finger again so that Mas will get excited and ready to pound you until morning," said Rizqy teasing Habibah.

"Yetoo."

"Yes sayooongku, I can do it!"

Habibah hit the chest of her field slowly and then returned to anchor her fragile body and heart to the chest of the field.

"Here, don't be sad anymore. We must remember, whatever happens in this world and in the life of Man, it is not free from the will of God. If God does not want us to have children, what can we do other than just pray. Don't despair, will you? God is very happy to see us pray and ask Him sincerely. Perhaps our prayers have not been answered because we want to see our earnestness and hard work. So, don't give up."

Habibah's heart felt calm listening to the words of her Husband that had a point. He smiled as he looked at that shady face. The face that makes him excited to live the days even though it sometimes feels difficult, but the shade always manages to make those days very easy, because there is love and affection that always emanates there.

***

(I've infiltrated the Keynand family)

Rizqy smiled obliquely reading a message from her man. He is now enjoying a cup of coffee while looking at the data on his Computer very observantly.

Seriate