Girl For The Widow

Chapter 42's

The other night the couple looked like they were hostile to each other. There was no laughter as usual.

Rizqy is busy with his work while Habibah is busy inputting the data of Students and students. They both focus on their laptops.

Dret dret

The voice of the mobile distracts both of them. Their views collide with the drizzle of taste. Habibah's heart was timid when he looked at the good looks of his Husband.

"From Mobile Mas," said Habibah resuscitated Rizqy.

"Ah yes, I will lift it up first."

Rizqy searched for the object and found it behind a pillow. He quickly lifted it.

(Continue monitoring, do not take any action)

After directing someone, Rizqy ended the call. After that, he refocused on the data on his laptop.

Habibah stopped her activities and was more interested in paying attention to her Husband who was focusing on secret tasks. There was concern in the recesses of the heart but it was soon brushed aside. She did not want to think bad of course that bad thing would befall her Husband. As a prayer, it can be answered. That's why he wants to think well then good things will happen. Although she knew her husband's duties were surrounded by danger. Doesn't every job have a risk? what can be done to minimize the risk by praying to avoid any risk.

"What would you like to drink? I took it," Habibah said, distracting him.

"Copy, baby, bit bitter."

Habibah nodded, she quickly passed towards the Kitchen.

After a few minutes Habibah returned with a tray containing Coffee and Tea and Snacks. He put the tray on the table next to the bed.

"The coffee."

"Thank you." Rizqy saves the files that are done, turns off the Laptop and then puts them on the Drawer.

"Kok stop working? is it finished, huh?" habibah asked to see that her husband had finished his job.

"Tomorrow, Mas want to enjoy Coffee and chat with you," said Rizqy warmly.

"Okay."

Habibah sat down in front of Rizqy. She saw her husband sipping his coffee feelingly.

"Dine, dear fitting," said Rizqy while giving a thumbs up.

"Mas, the phrase sharing the heart has not been explained what it means," said Habibah. Her eyes focused on her husband.

"Ah ya forget," said Rizqy while fixing his sitting position.

While waiting for an answer from her Husband, Habibah drank a warm tea to refresh her thirst.

"So this is Habibah, Mas met with Mr. Ahmad, you know him, right?" tanya Rizqy started an explanation. Habibah nodded in response.

"Mas had a long chat with him. Initially, chatting in the end, Mr. Ahmad told about the problems they faced. Take out all his junk."

Rizqy continued his story by explaining his conversation with Mr. Ahmad. He also told of a plan to help the fishermen.

"So so? sharing that heart meant Mas wanted to help them to provide the equipment they needed and capital assistance." Habibah asked to confirm the plan that had been prepared in her husband's mind. It just can't be realized yet.

"Pinter, that's what I meant. Ask your consent to help them. To make that happen we have to create a group of fishermen. Then we can help them by making a proposal. You can help them coordinate and make them proposals for tool and capital assistance." Rizqy explained further.

"Oh my God, so that's my plan. Didn't expect my husband to care so much about other people" Habibah said.

"Mas just try to hopefully penetrate and they get the help of equipment in the form of Machines or Boats. If their equipment is adequate, of course, they can get a lot of catches. This also affects your efforts. Isn't this mutually beneficial."

Habibah agreed to the expectations described by Rizqy. May God grant all his good intentions.

"I'll help Mas, the proposal problem and the others let me do it. Mas just lobbying, hopefully the relevant agencies can help them," said Habibah eagerly.

"Thank you, I'll try. Oh yes about the proposal Kube HR, Mas already talked about it with Ms. Vita, Mas Boss. Mother Vita agreed to it and God willing was likely realized on the budget of change. You're okay, right?" After explaining Rizqy waiting for a response from his wife. He could not enter the Proposal Group business owned by Habibah because currently available Budget already has the Name of the recipient.

"It's okay, I understand Mas," said Habibah. She smiled sweetly so that Rizqy was more captivated by her charm.

Rizqy was stunned for a moment after that put a hand on Habibah's head then stroked it gently.

"thank you. It's just that the proposal must be changed because the proposal is still marked Habibah Rosy. If anyone knows the name is Wife Mas, fear later Mas in KKN guess. Just the fox."

Getting an explanation from the rizqy of course Habibah nodded happily.

"Yes, that's better. So that there will be no prejudice in the future. Yes, although in reality we can because of the help of Mas Rizqy but it is not for my personal but for the Mothers and teenagers here who depend their hopes on this effort," sahut Habibah at length. She does not intend to rely on her Husband's Department just to be done so that her workers get a decent income. Currently, their business is developing, of course, they need adequate tools to support their efforts to be more productive.

"Well, what are we doing now?" tanya Rizqy has started acting naughty.

"Sleep" Habibah said briefly.

"Ashiiiiik, come on, baby." Rizqy moved, she took a comfortable position to lay down her body.

"Patience, but we're not saying anything. His hands are conditioned" Habibah said further.

"Hane, not fun dong," said Rizqy with a mupeng face that can not be hidden anymore. Rizqy sulked with restraining the turmoil in the end enveloping her entire body.

Habibah smiled amusedly at the behavior of her husband. Just this time seeing her husband sulking certainly looks very funny.

"I'm a bonus!"

Rizqy opened her blanket, her happy face showing. "Seriously?"

Habibah.

"But later, I'll take care of this first" Habibah said. She walked out of the room leaving her smiling Husband imagining what bonus he would get.

It didn't take long to wait, Habibah came back with a bottle of mineral water. If it's midnight suddenly thirsty there's no need to go to the kitchen to pick it up.

"Here dear, Mas can not wait for a bonus," said Rizqy sumringah.

"It's not a lot of patience, kebelet huh? I said later. Well later it does not know when because the bonus does not exist," said Habibah ended with oddity.

"Discovered up, huh?"

"Can it be, according to Mas?"

"Here, let Mas work too." Rizqy is running the action. He began to tickle his wife's waist.

Hahahaha

Laughter implies happiness. Habibah tried to avoid but was unsuccessful. Her cries and laughter bear witness to her helplessness against the Husband.

"Gli."

"Who told me to play with you."

"Not Mas also nosy," said Habibah mendelik.

"Where ever nosy, just a prank so as not to be too serious," said Rizqy accompanied by a wide laugh.

"Inget, it was before Lebaran" said Habibah.

"What target?"

"Maha."

Habibah laughs first if he remembers that. He couldn't stand it.

"What, why don't you want anything? can you forget the memory? not even very old," said Rizqy while thinking.

Hahahaha

Habibah laughs again if they remember the funny and electrifying things they have done. They do imaging just to entertain themselves. Though it's all pseudo.

"That's lo, time for holiday Lebaran. Usually for THR, well we also participate for THR but THR bo'ongan," said Habibah could not hold his laughter.

"The blank envelopes were inscribed with their names on the outside of the envelope. Continue to pretend to put a hundred dollars off with some paper to make it look thick. Keep the friends of one room showing off the envelopes written each name with a little money out of the envelope." Rizqy remembers and speaks at length. He chuckled, his broken laughter echoing in the room.

Habibah nodded with a crisp laugh.

"Ceklek, we take pictures ria with a smile full of happiness when in fact hiding bitterness," said Habibah could not hold back his laughter.

Hahahahahaha

The laughter of the two re-echoed when they remembered the absurd incident they had done.

At that time they did not get THR when Lebaran approached. To console himself, Rizqy makes an exasperation. He used an Envelope made by Habibah from scrap paper. Write the names of his roommates. Of course they know and support that. Blissfully, each of them took out Personal money and kept putting the money in envelopes. Next they share the happy moment by taking pictures as if it really happened while mengoleum sad.

"This is our THR." That's what I said when there really wasn't. The envelopes were empty-legged filled with their obsolescence.

Hahahahahaha

The laughter escaped uncontrollably as they ended the act of consoling themselves for not getting anything.

Habibah was already unable to endure the pain from listening to her laughter for too long.

"Capek, laughing just from earlier. Did Mas want to see the picture, I still keep you?" said Habibah

"Where?"

Habibah took his Handphone and searched Galery. After being found just showed it to Rizqy.

Rizqy laughed again at the photo. It looks like an unmade joy. Although nothing can still look happy by displaying a beautiful smile. At that time everyone accepted, how else? cook a cry, better laugh and smile as a form of self-comfort.

"Yes, in a few days we start fasting huh? means I have to think about THR of my friends one room. It's possible to give an empty envelope like we used to do" Rizqy said, returning the phone.

"Mas can manage it, Mas is also a planning and budget expert. As the name implies, Anggara lives in the plus N so budget," said Habibah smiling amusedly.

"What connection?"

"There is nothing, just connected," said Habibah again chuckled.

"You did."

Rizqy stroked Habibah's hair, bringing her into a warm embrace.

"She's going to sleep, dong ayok."

"Yes," Habibah said inching into the arms of her Husband.

When they start to close their eyes they are not completely asleep. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the mobile phone ringing to make them shocked.

"Whose phone?" asked Habibah to open his eyes while yawning trying to resist sleepiness.

Rizqy took her Handphone and checked that there was no call for her. He put it back and took Habibah's cell phone. The name of Lekha was written there, without giving it to Habibah, Rizqy picked it up.

(Wa'alaikumussalam, Jul. Just interrupt)

(Assalamu'alaikum's chat. You are Riz, this is Habibah's phone why you lift. Where's Habibah?)

(Basically impolite, Habibah has gone to sleep)

(Now is he sleeping?)

Rizqy answered the question from her friend by nagging him. There was a long debate that made Habibah shake his head. He ended the debate by taking over the conversation.

(Yes Lekha, night-night contact)

(Indeed, you can't call at night. Banned that?)

The person across from nagged Habibah.

(No, that's called interrupting people's rest)

(Why the hell meddle only, sewot you yan Riz. My people want to talk to Habibah. You shut up Riz don't be envious. You close your ears, beware that you are listening to our conversation)

Rizqy mumbled not because she listened to the babbling girl so-called events. He did not care to choose to close his eyes and let Habibah serve.

(Fell in love? same who? I think Lekha can't fall in love, wong cuek is that?)

Habibah chuckled listening to the confession of the Cuckoo girl. Rizqy who was listening to the voice of Julaekha across from the follower chuckled.

(Who would like you Jul?)

(Blog you Riz! there is no one yet)

(Mahaha)

(Name Keynand Son of Ardiaz but widower with one son)

(Sir Keynand?)

Rizqy and Habibah were surprised and looked at each other.

(Yes, I was introduced by a friend. At first I did not expect to be introduced to Keynand Son of Ardiaz. We all know he's a great businessman. Seeing the good looks of Keynand I immediately fell in love. It's just that Keynand looks mediocre)

Julaekha begins to talk about her feelings and Keynand's seemingly ordinary responses. There was a sad tone that was captured by Habibah and Rizqy.

(That's why don't be a girl. Who knows, Keynand likes real girls who are gentle and patient. You seem far from the criteria. Patience Jul, don't expect too much)

(You weakened me Riz, I contacted Habibah for support and advice instead of making a down. That's really bad, anyway?)

"Mas, hopefully. Later Kak Lekha mewek again, difficult persuasionnya let's stop crying let alone we are far away, not immediately able to menggasik Candy)

(Emang ya Husband Wife does not have morality)

Habibah and Rizqy laughed in response to Julaekha's annoyance.

(Sorry, so gini Kak, I think the key of Mr. Keynand's heart is in Raski, his son)

(You know Keynand and Raski)

(Know, you know the same Keynand)

Rizqy chimed in to make Julaekha even more upset.

(If Kak Lekha manages to get Raski's heart and she feels comfortable and likes Kak Lekha. Then Mr. Keynand will gradually like Kak Lekha too)

(Well that's it, I don't really like kids. I'd rather face the wayward students are than the cute little boys and snacking. Repot to take care of it, I don't think I can)

(Eh Jul, obviously your soul mate is slow it is not ready to take care of the baby. If you keep acting like this. You may be forgotten by a soulmate)

(A living like that? how's dong? if I marry and have children willing to use the services of Baby Sitter continue to let the husband take care. I can't take care of it, I just want it)

Listening to it made Habibah and Rizqy shake their heads.

(I have to how?)

Silent

Habibah and Rizqy are confused as to what to say. Only Julaekha can face herself and strive to be more caring and caring for children. However, she is a future mother so she must be a real mother.

(Weight is mah, but for the sake of Keynand must be effort)

Seriate.