Girl For The Widow

Chapter 53's

(God, what is that voice?)

(Mas, Bibah check first)

For a moment he thought, that sound was like the sound of an item he had placed in front of a window.

"Don't Maling?" Habibah suspected that.

He then moved from his Divan. He carefully opened the door and slowly closed it and locked it. Habibah stepped towards the source of the voice. Where the sound comes from the kitchen.

His eyes were very careful to look around so as not to be known by the intruder. Arriving in the Kitchen, under the window lay a round Tray made of Iron, people here call it Nare. Nare was deliberately placed in front of the window. If someone forces in from the direction of the Window then the sound of Nare falling will produce a loud sound. The sound could wake the residents of the house.

Habibah frowned, slowly stepping towards the back door. He saw the back window open. Instinctively, Habibah increasingly believes there are no invited guests are visiting his house. Fortunately, he locked the room. In order not to realize its existence, as fast as lightning hid in the column of the Table in the Kitchen.

I don't know where someone stepped. It may be heading to a different room with the room it occupies.

(Gee, what's wrong?)

From the unbroken connection came the voice of Rizqy asking.

(Sounds that no guests were invited)

Of course Habibah's answer made Rizqy surprised.

(Good, get help quickly)

(I've been hiding. Mas, my connection is closed, there is a sound of steps approaching)

Habibah ended the call. He hides under a large table located in the Kitchen. Actually he could have fought and bent the uninvited Guest.

But close, what if not one person but several people. There was no way he could dispel that danger. Habibah chose to be safe by hiding.

After all, she had no valuables other than her Husband's wedding ring. Fortunately, Habibah is very good at storing valuable goods so it is not easy to find.

"Damn it, the other room in the lock," said someone heard.

"Just break it down" said his friend commanding.

When the two tried to break down the door of Habibah's room. Suddenly, the voice of someone screamed.

"Maliii."

"Maliii."

"Maliii."

Listening makes the Guest not invited to run away.

After the uninvited Guest fled, Habibah came out of hiding with a feeling of relief.

"Who was yelling" Habibah said confusedly. He could not contact anyone let alone scream.

When Habibah was in confusion. The door was knocked from outside.

Tok tok tok tok

"Well, are you okay?"

I heard someone calling his name. The voice was familiar to his ears. Habibah rushed to the Door and did not want the person who had helped her to feel worried.

As soon as he arrived, Habibah pulled the doorknob and opened it. On the doorstep were several people who came to his residence.

"Are you okay, son?" ask the middle-aged woman who is his Neighbor.

Habibah nodded in response.

"Alhamdulillah."

"At least one person was caught, one managed to escape" said a young man who managed to ambush the Perpetrator while trying to escape.

The residents who helped Habibah, partly guard at the back door of Habibah's house so as to catch one Maling while his friend managed to escape.

"Bring it to Mr. Hadi's house. Let's take it to Sector tomorrow," said one of the Fathers gave a hint.

The young man agreed, he and one of his friends dragged the perpetrator with a scolding.

"Not looking for reward, instead looking for sin only. What will you bring if you die? what are the sins?"

There were still scolding sounds that made everyone who listened to him feel slapped. The sentence is not for the Maling only but for ourselves who do not necessarily get ridho of all the worship we do. It may be tucked riya and feel the best self that causes all our worship to be rejected.

"Geez, there's nothing missing, right?" ask a Father.

"Alhamdulillah, they have not made it into my private room" Habibah replied.

"Thank God. Your husband called your house in Santroni Maling. So I am the same Youth who are still awake quickly come here." The father told him why he and the Youth suddenly came to Habibah's house to help the Woman.

"Mas Rizqy?" habibah asked in surprise.

"Yes, Mas Rizqy," replied the father briefly.

Habibah feels grateful, even though Rizqy is far away but her Husband knows how to protect her. It's all because of God's guidance to know what to do.

"Thank you Fathers and Mothers for helping me" Habibah said in a statement. He was so moved because his neighbors cared so much about him.

"Yes Habibah, equally," said a middle-aged woman representing.

Next, after making sure it is safe then they say goodbye. Already invisible, Habibah went into his house. Lock the door and close the broken window. He planned to fix the broken window the next day.

Ensuring it was safe, Habibah stepped into the room and then laid down his body. He calls Rizqy to tell her he's okay. It is certain that at this time the Husband is very worried about her.

(Mas Rizqy?)

(You all right? did they hurt you?)

There was concern from the words spoken from her lips.

(I'm fine, Mom. Thank you for asking the neighbors for help. And I didn't think of doing it. Maybe because of panic so I can't think)

(Im sorry about the Bible. You want to feel safe living in the village. It's actually like this)

It was that worry that caught from Rizqy's sentence. He breathed in the air that sounded heavy in Habibah's ears.

(It's okay, Mom. Wherever we are, danger will lurk us even in the midst of strict Guard)

(Yes, you're right. Now you sleep, God willing, they do not dare to approach for a long time. They'll come back when we forget and let our guard down. It is possible that by now, the village security will tighten its guard.

(Pbuh, how could you think of contacting Mr. Joseph?)

(God, have you forgotten who your husband is?. You must understand how to save yourself and help others in a position not possible though. One more thing, that's why we have good relations with our neighbors. Neighbors are the first people who will help us not family let alone the police)

(Now rest)

(Yes, good night)

(Dear, sweet dreams)

Habibah pulled out the blanket and began to close her eyes. Not to forget, the woman recited a prayer. While Rizqy is still awake and let the phone is still on. He looked at his wife's face through a vidio call.

For a long time he enjoyed sleeping soundly Wife who was in a different place. His heart seemed to envelop the Woman in her longing. Prayer is said so that God will take care of him.

In the end, Rizqy was unconscious. The man fell asleep with relief because his wife was fine.

***

Currently Keynand is focusing on researching the financial statements of Hotel Ardiaz before being handed over to Reynand as the Owner of the Company.

"Julaecha!" keynand. He wondered what the intention of the girl was to contact him. The handsome widower chose not to call her back. He put the phone down and then refocused on his work.

A few minutes later, a message came in on the green app. There is nothing but empty space.

"What does that mean? this girl asked me to contact her. Empty, does that mean he's asking his heart to be filled."

Keynand asked what the girl was doing. He realized that the girl named Julaekha Sharifah loved him.

But he was confused with himself. Why the taste for Julaekha he doesn't have. If you notice Julaekha is a good and beautiful girl. She's prettier than Rosy and Jessi. Moreover, he is a Lecturer who deserves to be counted. In fact, the level and intelligence possessed by Julaekha did not succeed in shaking his heart.

Not wanting to give the Girl any hope, Keynand chose to ignore it. He believes Julaekha is smart enough to know that there is no taste for him.

Keynand turned his attention back to the Report. He hoped that this time no one would disturb his focus.

The director eventually immersed himself in his work. A few minutes passed, until his work was done during which no one bothered him. Julaekha no longer contacted him let alone sent a blank message.

Keynand breathed a sigh of relief. He saw his watch. Time pointed to noon, Keynand tidied up the documents. After a neat new he left his study room to the mosque.

A few minutes later he arrived at the mosque. In the mosque is already crowded with worshippers who want to perform their worship. Keynand joined with those who always keep their prayer time.

After the prayer, Keynand returned to his study. Just sitting down heard the sound of the door on tap.

"Lake in."

Chequelek

A familiar face from behind the door. The man rushed to Keynand.

"Sir, there is Mr. Naufal who wants to meet" said Secretary Keynand.

"Please come in" said Keynand did not distract him from the laptop.

Secretary Keynand said, a step away from the Director's desk was heard.

"Please sir."

"Thank you."

After getting the nod, then someone entered the Keynand workspace. He sat himself in the available chair.

"Please Mr. Naufal, so what information do you get?" ask Keynand without making small talk.

"Miss Rizqia is depressed and has been treated at one of the best hospitals in Jakarta. All expenses as long as he was cared for in the responsibility by his sister. Miss Rizqia is currently recovering but is still under the supervision of her Doctor."

Keynand was shocked to hear the health history of the bar-bar girl. Not expecting behind the hard face it stored its fragility.

"What causes depression?" ask Keynand.

"Sorry Mr. Keynand I didn't get the information. All the information about Miss Rizqia is very locked up. Including who his parents and older brother took care of him all this time." Naufal explained the potluck he managed to get.

Keynand nodded in understanding. He continued with another discussion. This time it was related to Habibah.

"Pak Rizqy's Event Organizer Company is experiencing a financial crisis." Naufal continued his information.

The information caught Keynand's attention. He smiled knowing what to do.

"Thank you Mr. Naufal for the information."

Naufal said goodbye after there was nothing more to say.

After Naufal's departure, Keynand reached for a mobile phone and dialed someone's number. The connection was immediately lifted by the owner. A greeting from him sounded.

(What was the offer at that time still valid Mr Rizqy?)

(Yes, of course you should not ignore the Director of the Hotel Ardiaz. Especially Mr. Keynand contact first. It was an honor for me. Thank you Mr. Keynand)

(Sama-sama, it's time for the evening to finish the Sunnah Prayer and its place in the Coffe Shop where we met first)

Rizqy responded, and their conversation ended.

Keynand smiled with a plan that filled his Head. He finished work by turning off the Laptop and tidying up the Documents. Once it was safe, he just left his study.

Keynand approached his Secretary's office. Arriving there he gave an important message to his Secretary.

Next he stepped out of the Ardiaz Office Building towards his Car. With a clear purpose, Keynand took his car to Mandaram.

***

"Sorry Mr Rizqy, has it been a long time?" tanya Keynand approached Rizqy who had first arrived at the Coffe Shop.

"It's okay, I just got there. Please Mr. Keynand," welcome Rizqy kindly.

Keynand sat in front of Rizqy. Afterwards he called Waitress to order the coffee he wanted.

"Why not bring Habibah?" tanya Keynand started the conversation.

"The Sabbath is in the Village" said Rizqy briefly.

"So you split the house? sorry didn't mean to ask that," said Keynand flatly. It was impolite to ask someone else personally.

"It's okay, just calm down Mr. Keynand. I do not mind it. oh yes, Habibah's ideals are in the Village and I as a Husband must support his dream. It's for a while until he manages to grab it." Rizqy explained the reason why Habibah is currently in the village.

Keynand nodded in understanding. But in his heart he responded differently.

"It could be just an excuse to let him go to another woman who is his affair. It's a mess of Habibah who trusts Husbands like Rizqy." Keynand.

When no further conversation was heard. A Waitress came with their order.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Rizqy kindly.

Keynand simply fell silent with his faint smile. Enough Rizqy to represent so as not to say.

Waitress nodded then turned around leaving the two of them.

Keynand and Rizqy simultaneously sipped their respective Cop. Furthermore dissolve in the warm feeling that runs the body.

"Is Mr Rizqy not worried that his wife will be stolen?" keynand asked breaking the silence that was felt between the two of them.

"No, I trust Habibah" said Rizqy firmly.

Keynand.

"Oh yeah, did Mr. Keynand take the time to invite me to hang out? there's got to be a goal, right?" rizqy asked curiously with Keynand who suddenly contacted her.

"You are very sensitive. Right, I want to offer cooperation. I'm listening to your EO in financial trouble. I can help you" said Keynand to the point.

Rizqy smiled faintly. He was not surprised by what Keynand knew. Keynand is a businessman, it could be that he wants to penetrate into other businesses.

But his instincts say something different, namely Habibah. That was the reason why Keynand dug up information about Habibah and seeped into him. Rizqy finds out that and finds out who the person who gave the information to Keynand was.

"Gemericik water in the middle of the forest was apparently heard also in the ears of Mr. Keynand. Moreover, the general secret that my EO has. You really care," said Rizqy flatly.

"So how? is Mr Rizqy interested?"

Rizqy thought for a moment, weighing what she should decide.

"What should be done to get funding from Mr. Keynand?" ask Rizqy seriously.

Keynand did not expect this man to be in no hurry to make a decision. He seemed to be able to read the ulterior intent behind it.

"You just untied Habibah Rosy's marriage" Keynand replied seriously.

Seriate.