Girl For The Widow

Chapter 52's

Adrian looked at Rizqy with a look of disbelief.

"Maybe it's just old Om's wits. Deliberately writing two titles and his Department to look cool." Adrian. He is interested in the photos behind the Folder EO LRA.

Sure enough, Rizqy looks to be lifting and arranging a chair during the Event Organizer where she works on rent for an event. In a different photo, he was seen with other workers installing a telescope.

"Tuh, right! This man is a liar," Adrian said.

"Who's the guy you're talking about a liar?" ask Rizqy. He was not far from Adrian. Because only silence occurs, of course the slightest sound can still be heard.

"The man in this photo. Who else if not then Rizqy Anggara. That's Old Om's name, right?" adrian answered with a mocking look.

"Please you!" rizqy blared. He grabbed the laptop that was being used by Adrian.

"I loaned this Laptop so you can work instead of peeking at my personal files" Rizqy said coldly. He then beristighfar in his heart to calm down. If you don't remember that you are fasting. It was possible that the man before him was currently turning into battered.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Suami Kak Oci turned out to be grumpy," said Adrian before the answer from Rizqy.

Habibah looked at Rizqy and then turned to Adrian's face with an agitated look. The woman knew Rizqy well. He did not react if others did not bother him much less was already on the verge of his tolerance.

"Mas Rizqy will not be angry if you do not disturb him" Habibah said flatly.

"So you're defending this Old Man?. Conscious Kak Oci, he only used Kak Oci's innocence. Old Om just hitchhiking a good life and do not want to be difficult," said Adrian annoyed.

"Mas Rizqy is not troublesome let alone live. She's my husband, naturally I defend her."

Listening to the defense of Habibah made Adrian even more upset. He looked at Habibah with a disappointed look.

"Sister Oci changed, now unlike Sister Oci I know. Ever since marrying Old Om, Brother Oci has been blind."

After saying that, the Bujang immediately left the couple Husband Wife.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. How he just cheated. Indeed yes, the anger managed to make someone forget the name of manners," said Rizqy bobbing Head.

"Patience, we must give up and do not follow the heat. Free, do not let our worship be in vain, just tired that we get" said Habibah. He smiled, his hand directly thrusting the Laptop he was holding.

"meaning?" rizqy asked pretending not to understand.

"Please check, what is broken," replied Habibah pouting.

"His face is not like that! His head is reduced apertures," said Rizqy ended the stiffness.

"The exile, Mas Rizqy deliberately did not understand the intent of this heart. Though Mas Rizqy was the one who asked to be taken in this laptop to check," said Habibah sewot.

"Oloh-oloh cuddle, even though Mas only bothers." Finished saying Rizqy pinched the woman's pointed nose. While Habibah is pouting. He stroked his nose by showing off a timid face.

Hahaha

The laughter echoed with Habibah who was increasingly embarrassed.

"Here, let me see first." Rizqy retrieves the laptop after she manages to ease the laughter.

He started checking what was going on with the tech thing. After a few minutes of checking the damage. Rizqy looked at Habibah with a restless face.

"Geez, oh, give it up! This laptop is crashing badly just like its current owner. Did we take it to the Change Village, huh? what say?" ask Rizqy seriously.

"Replacement? why not take it to the Workshop just let it be revived his heart so as not to sulk again," said Habibah seriously.

"Smart idea."

Finished saying Rizqy got up from her seat. He came down from Berugak while carrying the laptop.

"Where is Rizqy going?"

"You to your heart" said Rizqy seriously.

Habibah laughed at her husband's serious-sounding words. She didn't think her husband was good at joking.

"Udah laugh? so happy as it is?"

"Mas Rizqy, anyway? very lebay," said Habibah. His laughter echoed with Prianya's footsteps.

"She wanted to go to my heart, but why did she leave? Should be getting close, dong!"

Rizqy stopped her steps and then set her eyes on Habibah's face.

"Mas is afraid of the caliphs dear, so wait for tonight alone," replied Rizqy seriously. He turned towards continuing his steps towards the inside of the house.

Habibah smiled in response to what was said by the handsome man.

"Mas Rizqy, Mas Rizqy why so cool," said Habibah while developing his smile.

***

Two weeks have passed. During that time Rizqy had already done many things in the Village. He was familiar with the Fishermen and some Youths. Not only that, he actually helped Habibah manage his rice fields. In addition, Rizqy also managed to plant Trees in the Forest that were bald with Fruitful Trees.

Rizqy deliberately planted fruitful trees in order to provide food sources for forest dwellers. Of course it affects the people around. Because with the availability of fruits, the forest dwellers will not look for food to the residents and also do not damage what the residents grow. During this time residents complained about the arrival of forest dwellers to agricultural land, especially forest people and gray-haired animals. His presence is troubling the community. Bagamana no! They come to thwart the harvest by destroying the crops, not just living.

"God, it feels so hard to leave you," said Rizqy sadly. He's making his embrace.

Right now they are in the Contest to rest a tired body.

"If it's heavy, how about I go with Mas?" habibah argued.

Rizqy shook her head in refusal. Actually he really wanted his wife to live with him and not be separated. But what else? for Habibah's safety, Rizqy must first restrain all her wishes.

"No dear, Mas hasn't been able to take good care of you. What if people know your identity? Keep on knowing also that you are Mas's Wife. That's very dangerous, honey. Mas doesn't want to put you in danger if you're with Mas right now."

Rizqy explained the reason. Habibah understood that after knowing who her husband was. She also did not want her Husband to worry about her so that she did not focus on the secret mission she was carrying.

"Yes Mas, Bibah understands," said Habibah trying to be calm.

"Honey, that's not the only reason, but there are other things as well. You don't want to ruin your dreams a second time. I feel guilty for derailing your goals. If only Mas did not do that first maybe at this time you have also become a PNS like Mas. I'm sorry, sweetie?" rizqy said sincerely. He cupped those two cheeks. Staring at Habibah's face very closely. Behind the man's eyes was guilt. Grief, that's what the light shows.

"Mas is not wrong, that's destiny. And now my dream has changed. I just want to serve Mas Rizqy. To be a good wife and a mother capable of educating our children." Habibah expressed her heart and what she wanted after becoming a wife.

"In this village your ideals are and Mas won't stop that move." Rizqy continued her words after the kiss changed elusan at the head.

"For a while, we hold it dear for the sake of our beautiful togetherness in the end. I promise to finish my job quickly. You also have to succeed with that dream. After that, Mas will take you to our Palace to knit together. I promise you, baby." Rizqy ended the long sentence with a smile. In that sentence he made a promise. There is not just a promise, but a hope that wants to be knitted with Habibah. Hope is a beautiful togetherness.

Habibah nodded in agreement to all her husband's wishes. This too for a while. That's what's on that woman's mind.

"Mas will be here on Friday afternoon to go to the garage and of course the cash deposit" said Rizqy after a few minutes of silence struck.

"This gold!"

Habibah pinched Rizqy's waist in a fit of anxiety. She already understood the direction of her husband's conversation that smelled of an adult. The man complained to endure the pain with continued laughter.

"If you want to, it's okay for you to come to the garage. Secretly the way he came, Mas will welcome you with a very longing," continued Rizqy.

Seeing her husband's naughty smile makes Habibah more languish. Honestly admitted, she was not ready to part with the man who had been legally her husband. But such demanding circumstances, separated and resided differently. They must be separated by distance and circumstances. Unknowingly Habibah shed tears. She could not live far from her husband.

"Kok cry baby?"

He wiped away those tears. The more it is removed, the more tears flow.

"Hikz, hikz, hikz

"Don't cry." Rizqy kissed the two wet eyes in turns.

"It's salty dear. Don't let your Husband's Calf swell because it absorbs too many of these tears" Rizqy joked.

"This gas, like pregnant women who can not eat too much salt, and his legs are swollen. That's what old people used to say."

Rizqy responded to Habibah's long sentence with a look of astonishment. His forehead shriveled indicating that he was thinking heavily.

After a few minutes of thinking, a very soft voice came. "Yes, huh? Curious to see it. May he soon be granted offspring."

Habibah smiled.

She accepted her husband's hope. Although it started out because of curiosity.

"Aamiin's."

Long enough they chatted, unconsciously they put themselves together. I don't know who started it? Obviously, they both want it.

This shahdu night, it felt beautiful for the couple Husband Wife when they both combined love. Worship has been fulfilled, they continue to perform other worship.

Can't we?.

***

On Sunday morning, Habibah released her husband's departure to Mandaram. Today is the last day of leave, of course he must return to Mandaram to move like the previous days.

"Darling, careful. When you get home, call, yes!" said Habibah is still fun indulging in the arms of her Husband.

"Ready," said Rizqy briefly.

"So her heart is only for Bibah" continued the woman. Now he's breaking down the hug. Staring at those two shady eyeballs. Seen a nod in response.

"Yes dear," replied Rizqy briefly.

"You're careful here, too. If anything happens, ask your neighbor for help. One more thing, it's important. Keep your distance from Adrian." Rizqy. Inwardly, she is jealous of Adrian's existence. There's no way Adrian wouldn't stay silent. He would definitely try to take the opportunity to approach Habibah. To seduce and also pay attention to his wife's melt.

However, Rizqy trusts her Wife. Habibah is not a lazy woman. He was very determined to hold the principle of his life. Faithful and keeping her honor as a Woman and Wife.

"Yes, just relax. I must believe in Mas's wife as I believe in my Husband Mas Rizqy. We take care of her together" Habibah replied reassuring her husband.

Rizqy smiled in relief even though in her heart she was very heavy parting with her Wife.

The next four days, it felt extremely heavy away from that soulmate. How else would you like? it is impossible to erode the day and fold the distance to quickly meet with his Halal Beloved.

How selfish! if we part we want to speed up the time to meet soon. While together, we want to prolong the time so that the day of separation does not come.

Actually the time remains the same only the moment we face that makes it feel different. Decorate the days patiently and thankfully so that we can get through it well. The sentence was like reminding Rizqy when the situation spread the distance in different places.

Rizqy landed a kiss on Habibah's forehead. After enjoying the farewell for a while. Rizqy stepped towards the Car then got into it.

Slowly the car left Habibah's yard. Her husband's departure was accompanied by prayer to always get protection from God.

When night falls.

What is the reason that this miss happened?

We remember someone and want to meet him.

Missing brings anxiety. That feeling is what makes an encounter happen. Meeting him made the uneasy feeling relieved.

Habibah wrote a long sentence describing his heart. There was no Rizqy beside him making his night feel very quiet.

Ting

(Mas misses dear)

Not bad, the sentence treats anxiety in each heart.

(Rest Mas, I miss you too)

(Yes, close your eyes first. I will accompany you here)

(Yes)

Habibah closed his eyes. Sayup-sayup heard a voice that made Habibah awake.

Praaaaang

(God, what is that voice?)

Seriate.