Girl For The Widow

Chapter 39's

Morning's approaching. After carrying out the obligation, Rizqy started the day by walking around the village that seemed natural.

He breathed in fresh, unpolluted air to his fullest. Impregnating the scent of dew-tetested foliage, very fresh. Do not forget to enjoy the sound of water from the shower that spoils the eardrum.

"Alhamdulillah."

Gratitude is said after carving a smile of happiness.

*Which wisdom of your Lord do you deny.

Now that's what Rizqy feels. All the favors he's receiving now. Happiness, health, opportunity and all that can't be described.

Really, he enjoyed a quiet life away from the noise of the City. Let go of a moment of fatigue and the task that demands it must race against time.

Sometimes he feels frustrated. Not finding a way out of the deadlock in plain sight. But he was sure that there was a way out of the impasse, not having to pass by turning around. Maybe by breaking the deadlock and facing the challenge in front of the eyes.

Satisfied with breathing air, Rizqy walks around the rice fields. He greeted the farmers he met.

There was a short conversation about getting to know each other.

After that, Rizqy continued to move towards the beach which was not far from the residential area.

He met a fisherman who had just come down from the sea. Some people are already waiting to buy their catch.

Rizqy took part to buy. Without bidding he immediately paid the price given by the Fisherman.

It made the people there look at him in wonder.

"Mas, why aren't you bidding?" ask the Fisherman.

"I don't think it's expensive" Rizqy replied after forming a friendly smile.

According to him, there was no need to bid for a small Trader. They made a living for the necessities of his life that day, not to accumulate treasures. Let's just say we are making enough that may still be lacking. If the price we pay turns out to be more, of course it's happiness for him. It is possible without being asked to say a prayer of kindness for those who sincerely give secretly.

After saying he was sitting on the beach accompanying the Fisherman tidying his fishing gear.

"Have been a fisherman for a long time?" tanya Rizqy opened the chat.

"A long time ago, maybe from a small age I went to sea" said the Fisherman. Now he's fixing his nets.

"how results? what is a lot of everyday?"

There was no answer, the fisherman was silent while his hands were still moving. He breathed in the air to calm his bitter life.

Living in poverty, who wants to? but reality like that is his hand line.

Rizqy moved to help the Fisherman while waiting for a response.

"Not necessarily, sometimes a lot and sometimes only get small fish." In the end he answered.

"A servant like me, is unable to predict what his recovery will be like. It has become God's secret. Little or much should still be grateful," continued the Fisherman. In his eyes was stored hope that was not difficult in the future. There is also a picture of the complexity of life that can not be managed. The scratches on his face implied how hard life he lived.

And from his words there is obedience to what God has ordained.

"Stay hard and pray, sir. Hopefully someday that hope will be fulfilled," said Rizqy patted the Fisherman's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mommy. Oh yeah, I just saw Mas? Is anyone new here?" asked the Fisherman was curious about the figure of the Buyer he had just seen.

"Yes sir, I'm Rizqy Her husband Habibah Rosy. Do you know me?"

"Rosy's God." The fisherman seemed to think. He rarely hangs out with neighbors but that does not mean he does not know the faces of the people here just the name that he may not know.

"House on the edge of the lake, aloof from the residents' carving." Rizqy tries to give an idea of the figure of Habibah Rosy so that he does not get tired of thinking.

"Oh yeah, I know the girl, just don't know her name. He often ordered Fish a few kilos for Nugget material. He rarely spoke but that did not mean he was unfriendly. He was very friendly and polite." Fishermen claimed to know about Habibah. He seemed very happy to tell the figure of Habibah Rosy.

"She's very kind, not reluctant to help people who need it." The fisherman continued his story.

Rizqy nodded in agreement.

"Do you want to find another opportunity?"

He shook his head, there was a faint smile engraved there.

"Can what? I am illiterate and have no skills other than catching Fish" replied the Fisherman after a long pensive.

Rizqy was pensively thinking of something. How lucky he was to be born into a wealthy family. Getting an education and now a good career and a good wife.

Grateful for the life lived even though his relationship with parents never get along. Yes, his family has been devastated since the presence of a third person. She must lose her beloved biological mother and the joy of her younger sister.

Heartache, of course he felt but he did not want to fall and show his destruction to others.

Not to be outdone, he rose up and moved towards his life goal to reach God.

"Mas Rizqy, life is hard but never give up. If we give up, it means we don't want to breathe anymore. If you are tired, then rest."

The sentence means that the advice is simply spoken from the lips of a Fisherman. Now he sits side by side with Rizqy. He sucks his gunshot cuffs deliciously. It was as if the tobacco was the center of his life.

Walking not too long, in the end he arrived at the house owned by Habibah Rosy.

"Where are you going?" welcome Wafa along with her sweet smile.

"Mas go for a walk, keep buying Fish and in the end have a serious chat with one of the Fishermen," Rizqy said.

"Oh that?"

"Is it? souvenirs from his streets, not like you to bring handsome Husband like Mas," said Rizqy ended his piety.

"IIis, this Mas?"

Habibah pinched the waist Husband listened to the guyonan. Rizqy chuckled again by running away from his wife's dangerous hand.

"Mas, is this me anyhow?"

Habibah asked a little yelling for Rizqy to listen to him.

"His desire is as seger-seger as my wife who is always fresh to the eye" said Rizqy who also slightly shouted. After that, Rizqy heard a kick making Habibah smile amusedly.

***

"Mas likes!"

Rizqy enjoys breakfast with an appetizing menu. At the dining table served Sea fish seasoned with a sauce that is so refreshing. The man sipped the gravy straight from his bowl. There is a spicy, sweet, savory and sour taste combined into one.

Habibah was amused to see her husband's behavior. He shook his head with a bright smile. At that instant he felt full and more appetizing to see Rizqy who ate his food.

"Enak, delicious, delicious," said Rizqy spent the remaining sauce.

"This morning, kayak never eat sea fish seasoning alone," said Habibah can no longer hold his laughter.

"Feel you the best and dear, who is not excited" said Rizqy. He ended his breakfast by piling up dirty dishes and other cutlery.

"Mas, let Habibah be."

"Udah, let Mas wash it. Sana, hurry to the school late again," said Rizqy as his hand moved clean.

"Yes, thank you, baby."

Habibah grabbed her husband's hand and kissed the back of it.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Cup

After getting a reply greeting, Habibah quickly landed ****** on her husband's red lips and ran away from her husband's reply.

Daaa

"Wait for me, Mas" said Habibah waving and winking seductively.

"Good God, how tempting but instead stay away."

Rizqy shook her head looking at the behavior. After not seeing his wife's body, he went back to washing dirty dishes.

***

"Sir Oci! how about Rizqy?" ask Adrian. The man sat in front of Habibah who was seriously checking the answer sheets of his students. He looked seriously at Habibah by printing astonishment on his face.

"His name is also love" said Habibah did not depart from the sheet in front of him.

"Buck it, don't be so bucin, Oci? later if Rizqy om double how? sick know!"

Habibah turned her attention to Adrian. He looked at her with a serious look.

"You pray that Mas Rizqy is seconded?"

Adrian was intrigued, he cursed himself to say the wrong thing.

"Isn't that so? om Rizqy's looks are convincing, huh? handsome and well-established face Om Rizqy is the target of the Pelakor," said Adrian as if defending himself.

"May not, it depends on the person. There are mediocre people with mediocre life but Cheaters. After all, he is rich and handsome, and he is very loyal. Don't say nothing - don't be afraid that'll happen." Habibah said calmly. She did not want to think negatively and did not trust her Husband's loyalty. He believes his housewife will walk fine and awake in loyalty.

"Hopefully" said Adrian in coercion.

Habibah agreed in his heart, though he felt Adrian saying that because there was nothing more to say. He seemed to have no choice, other than to contradict his heart.

"Why is Oci married to Om Rizqy? if only Brother Oci had not married Om Rizqy, perhaps the current Husband of Brother Oci would have been me. I first liked Brother Oci not the old Om Rizqy."

After coming out bluntly, Adrian left Habibah in shock.

Seriate.

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