Girl For The Widow

Chapter 34's

After the departure of the Citizens, Rizqy was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. So too with Habibah. They both expressed gratitude for being free from the prejudices of others.

"Mas, I'm going to the kitchen first" said Habibah. In the living room left behind the black-hated man. He's not allowed to leave the place. Right now he is waiting for the patient to be carried out by Rizqy, the person he was harassed by.

Rizqy smiled as she nodded her head. Seeing that Habibah immediately moved. The woman did not want to know what her husband wanted to do so she chose to keep herself busy in the Kitchen.

"Follow me."

Rizqy held the man's hand tightly and took him to one of the rooms. Not to argue that the man followed the steps of the Owner's Foot.

"Shut up here, never try to escape" Rizqy said, threatening the man. Ensuring its tight bond to its feet and hands. He went out leaving her with an indistinct roar that was definitely asking to be released.

Rizqy stepped towards the Kitchen, so close to Habibah directly hugged the slender body.

"What cooking?"

"Mas, make it surprising," said Habibah stopped his activities for a moment. Looking at the face of Rizqy who was spoiling on his shoulder.

"You're still shocked too? though from last night we were shocked, should his heart be strong dong?" sahut Rizqy while holding his embrace.

"My heart is made of iron. Iron alone can rust especially the Heart which is only a lump of meat, surely dag dig dug in the hug of the same handsome man," said Habibah. He hid a smile and a red hue on both of his cheeks. He shook it off by continuing to cook.

"It smells so good."

"thank you. Mas, don't bother anymore don? if it's still disturbing too, Mas can't get your rations!" Habibah threatened Rizqy who was still attached, there was no sign of him breaking away.

"Okay."

Rizqy let go of the hug, then stepped onto the dining table to place herself on the Chair. Habibah immediately divided the Fried Rice he made into three parts and arranged it on the dining table.

"There are three? who is this one for?" ask Rizqy wonder.

"For our guests, cook we don't give him food. If something happens to her, how? we are also wrong," said Habibah explained about one Rice Plate that was served at the dining table.

"Lo jealous! The bad guy was lucky to enjoy this cuisine of my wife," said Rizqy annoyed. He moved from his seat to Habibah. With a quick movement of eating those lips. For a moment they enjoyed the sweet taste. Shame felt by Habibah but want how else, that's what her husband likes.

"Don't forget, the incip-incip lips you used to cook. You are mine so never give to anyone else if you leave this world first." Rizqy said firmly after returning to her seat again.

Habibah scrunched her forehead trying to digest her husband's words. He looked at the Man who was busy bribing Nasi Goreng. Looks good and enjoys it.

"How about I go first? what are you gonna do?" ask Habibah seriously.

Rizqy paused her bribe, looking at Habibah warmly.

"Of course Mas will marry again" said Rizqy casually. There was an expanding smile with a twinkle of happiness emanating in those two eyes.

"Egoist," said Habibah sounding annoyed.

"Maha."

Rizqy let out her laugh. He greatly enjoyed the sullen face that his wife had revealed.

"Say people, a Woman will be with a Husband who accompanies her last moment or her last Husband. If you get married again, it's not Mas dong. Don't you want to be with me in heaven?" Rizqy explained the reason. After saying it back to bribe the food. The eyes were not separated from Habibah's face. He was waiting for an answer from the woman. Habibah seemed interested in what her husband said.

"Certainly so?"

"Wallah a'lam. But if we don't want to, what if we're always together?" rizqy replied seriously containing a question.

Habibah was silent but she guaranteed what her husband said.

"We leave it to God's will, we don't know what will happen tomorrow" Habibah replied gently.

Rizqy smiled, she finished her last mouthful. Quickly chew fried rice after smooth then swallow. He took the water until the new toilet said hamdalah.

"Mas want to menggasik our guests breakfast first," said Rizqy moved to leave the dining table, which was taken by Habibah.

Rizqy stepped into a room. He opened the door and then quickly moved towards the black-hat man who was now his hostage.

"Eat, you're lucky to taste my wife's cooking. I honestly don't like him to be merciful to people who can take part in your evil deception. Do you not remember, no matter how sophisticated your ruse may be, the Lord will obstruct and protect the one you want." Rizqy spoke at length. Not anger but flat words that sound like advice.

The man in the black hat lowered his head, there was regret infiltrating his heart. He just kept quiet about what Rizqy said. His hands were busy bribing the delicious food on his tongue. Evidently he ate the Fried Rice.

"There's a story. There's a thief coming into someone's house. The house owner knows it, calmly welcomes the arrival of the uninvited Guest. Give him food and drink. Invite him to chat with meaningful conversation. The uninvited guest felt bad and did not have the heart of the homeowner who had been kind to visit him. He broke his evil intentions and left empty-handed. But he learned a valuable lesson from that incident." Rizqy tells the story that circulated in the Society. Either the story belongs to whom, true or just fictitious. It can be concluded, whoever he deserves to be treated well.

But not everyone can be like the owner of the house and also like the Guest does not invite it that does not commit crimes. Apparently he had the heart not to repay the kindness by carrying out his initial intention, stealing.

"I know you're a man. You did this for the survival of your family. You must know that the sustenance you get from slandering that person is not a blessing. As much as you get and as much as that you do not feel the pleasure. Cause why? because it is not a blessing. I hope you understand." Rizqy spoke again. He looked at the man with an unfathomable calmness.

The man in the black hat was getting dizzy. He has now finished his breakfast. Unexpectedly, the person he was bothering was this good. In his mind, he would get torture and threats that made his body not function normally again. It did not fit his fears.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rizqy" said the man in the black hat was soft at the end he managed to get the words out.

"What mistakes have you made that I should forgive?" ask Rizqy.

Glug

The man swallowed a bitter taste, he realized the question was like trapping him. Rizqy certainly knows his mistake but he wants the real information.

"I will not forgive people without knowing clearly what wrong was done. If you want to be free, tell me clearly what wrong you have done to me." Rizqy continued her question.

"Okay, if you don't dare to make a sound, that's okay. I won't threaten but you know what will happen. Your tranquility will be snuffed."

The man in the black hat was getting more agitated. The originally calm affair felt gripping him. He realized who he was dealing with. Then Rizqy Anggara, don't know who he is? what strength does he have that dares to suppress and resist cheating. He resolutely rejected something that was not in accordance with the provisions.

This man, not everyone is like him and not everyone wants to be like him. Who the hell is he? what advantage did he get from his stubbornness. None other than people who don't like it.

"This concerns Mrs W."

The man in the black hat finally spoke. He explained what he knew clearly.

Listening to that, Rizqy tried to show her composure. His guess was very true it was just that it was difficult to approach the Lady with the title of Lady W. He had to fight hard for the sake of getting a glance at his own eyes. He wanted to touch that woman so that her life would be happy. Even though you have to fight hard and spend a long time to collect something to be able to touch it.

"At the end of the day I'll definitely touch you Mrs W." Rizqy nodded by developing her smile.

After getting enough information. Rizqy freed the man in the black hat. Letting her live a good life and making sure she sided with him.

"Mas, aren't you at the office?" tanya Habibah sat beside Rizqy after the Man in the hat left.

"As a leave, we will want nyumbe continue to honeymoon in the village. In the next few days, I want to stay in the village. Enjoy the days with you" replied Rizqy. Finished saying he pulled that nose. Enjoying his wife's sweetness.

"Oh so?"

"You're here, accompany Mas to finish the document," Rizqy's pinta refocused on the Laptop.

Habibah nodded, he grabbed the documents lying on the table. He opened the throwing sheet carefully.

Both men are focused on their own activities. Every now and then Rizqy grabbed the slender waist tightly, having just released it. Sometimes he also stroked the head and swept the forehead with a kiss. Although Rizqy is focused on her work. But he was well aware of his wife's whereabouts and did not completely ignore her.

"Finally finished also one document," said Rizqy relaxes his muscles. After feeling relaxed he glanced at Habibah, winked without ba bi bu he grabbed the nape and landed his kiss. Habibah gasped unprepared, but sincerely she served what Husband wanted.

Satisfied, Rizqy let go of her pagutan. Gently stroked the lips, after which none of his clear eyes returned to his laptop.

Habibah immediately chuckled when he realized what Rizqy was doing, like a show on TV. Back to Laptop after commercial break.

"Why laugh?" ask Rizqy.

"This is a look Aya Minna watched Marc Markes Crash at Mandalika Circuit from the top of the hill. Can't afford his ticket, it's expensive he said."

Embassyaaaak

(Idik gamak Inaq, Habibah honestly so shy pole. Not unwilling, the article watching on the hill more fun and exciting, the range is wide. The story is told, tiang. hehehe)

"Kirain is nothing? it's not that Mas Kiki didn't complicate the disbursement of his additional Income, did he? should Aya Minna be able to buy the ticket?" Rizqy said as she scrunched her forehead in wonder.

"Mas Kiki, not Mas, right?" habibah asked in astonishment.

"No, twin."

Back to Rizqy Anggara.

"Now what makes you laugh?" ask Rizqy seriously.

"Funny, we feel like an event. Mas focus with Laptop and Mas also focus with me. I feel like a passing advertisement. When Mas paused, it was when Mas touched me. I am amused myself." Habibah answered with great shame. To be honest she was very fond but over time, did it not disturb the concentration of her Husband. That's what's on his mind.

Rizqy smiled, she turned her attention again to Habibah.

"You are my wife, it is appropriate that Mas appreciate your existence," said Rizqy sincerely.

Habibah was moved, wanted to feel shed tears but it felt too crybaby if it was done.

"Thank you, sir." That is all that can be said represents feelings.

"Everything dear."

Rizqy refocused, and Habibah returned to the Document he was researching. He felt that something was wrong with the documents he was examining. There is a clear difference between the results of the Rizqy correction and what is stated on the document. What is typo error? Habibah doubts that?.

"Mas, I saw the numbers like they were hiding a veil of lies" Habibah said, focusing on a piece of paper she was holding.

Rizqy turned her attention to the number marked with the Pencil. There is a difference in price and also the difference in tax value with the records corrected by it.

Mata Rizqy bought it, something is wrong with the document. Maybe one of his staff wants to cheat by manipulating data.

Fortunately, Habibah was observant, otherwise it could be a finding.

Rizqy realized, The other leg is in Prison and the other one is free outside. A little fatal mistake then he will be pushed and then fell into the Prison. That was why he had very carefully determined who would do the Procurement.

Seriate.

It's like this before, isn't it? want to rest, because the new house nyampe from Mandalika Circuit. I watched MotoGP playing in the rain. Lightning snatched and the sound of deafening thunder. For the sake of watching the race, we jabanin. I love watching MotoGP. Usually watching on television, it feels very grateful to be able to watch in person.

So remember when the student was, really want to have a MotoGP Circuit in Lomboq in order to see Dani Pedrosa, Lorenzo and Rosi. Too bad they retired. It's okay, what matters is having a circuit. Alhamdulillahot.

Why I became a story, ampure aka sorry.

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