Girl For The Widow

Chapter 6's

Habibah Rosy, turn off the Laptop and store it in the Back Bag. He walked out of the room into the kitchen. He took a barrel of rice, cleaned it and put it in the pot and then began to grow rice. He left the kitchen to continue his work.

The girl stepped out onto the porch of her house. He breathed in the air while closing his eyes. Morning air is good for the lungs. The air is still fresh and does not mix with other pollution.

"Alhamdulillah, freshness. Thank you for all the favors that God has given me" he said gratefully. He smiled welcoming Fajr and the sound of Crows making him entertained. Now the girl stepped towards her Kale Garden. He started picking kale for sale this morning. The girl deftly plucked the Stems and tied them with a rope made of Bamboo. He did not care about the cold water running his body. Most importantly for Habibah, the kangkung must be finished picking before the Sun rises.

If in other areas Kale is planted in Soil while here Kale is planted in soil that is irrigated water, such as Ocong goiter.

While busy picking kangkung, heard the sound of people beheading the name of the girl. The woman walked up to Habibah from Pematang paddy field.

"Gift, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumussalam Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh." Habibah returned the greeting. He paused his activity for a moment to listen to what the Baya Half-Bed Woman was going to say.

"Have you bibah?" ask the woman to start counting the kale that has been tied.

"It looks like it's Inaq Kake. Try Inaq Kake count, I will also soon finish picking this kangkung," replied Habibah. He went back to picking the rest of the kale.

The Baya Beak woman began to count. After sufficient quantity with requested. He arranged the kale on a Bag made of Ketak.

"Oh yes Bibah, 20 tie. I want to sell first," said the Baya Part Lady who left Habibah who was completing her activities. The girl nodded in response to the woman's departure.

A few minutes later, Habibah had finished picking his kale. He came out of the crater filled with water the size of a ditch and moved quickly to collect the kale.

"Finally it's done. Time to sell, Bibah spirit," said Habibah clenched his hands to encourage himself. He walked towards the house to change his wet clothes. Finished cleaning himself and changing clothes, Habibah carried the heavy weight of the Kale on his Head. He traced Pematang Sawah to the Residential Settlement which was not too far from his House.

Habibah House, a few meters away from Residential Settlement. Sawahan is on the outskirts of the Forest and on the edge of the Forest there is a Springs in the form of a small Lake and Residents there call it Gumbang. In the middle of the rice fields House Habibah was built so that it was separated from the Resident Settlement.

A few minutes walk, in the end Habibah arrived at the settlement of residents. The girl started screaming to offer her merchandise.

"The mothers' necks." Habibah yells. He came to the place where the mothers were gathered. They gathered there to wait for the Fish Sellers who used to go around approaching the House of the people.

"Here, I want a kangkung. I want to make Pelecing," asked a Mother-Mother to call Habibah who was still walking towards where the Mothers gathered.

After reaching Habibah lowered the basket containing the Kale from his Head.

"Please Mothers, just picked this. Still fresh and young" said Habibah praised his merchandise. He smiled brightly spreading hospitality around him.

"Yes, like the face of Mbak Habibah who is always fresh despite being sweet black. What is the secret?" a Mother responded to the ravings of the Brown Girl.

"Mom could have, there's no secret. Enough with positive thinking alone," replied Habibah with a smile that continues to expand.

"Beyond? mbak Habibah's face was very clean. Every day, the sun hits and comes into contact with the ground. But it's clean-groomed." The mother did not believe what Habibah said.

"Thank God, thank you, Mother. So how many ties are you gonna take?" tanya Habibah finishes the conversation that will prolong him there. Not yet the time to mince words because of the time that asks him not to take the time to mingle with the Mothers.

"Two Tie it," said the mother.

"I'm a tie!" said a Montok Mother.

"Bibach, can you get five thousand three, right?" said a skinny mother.

"By Mother, please," said Habibah.

"Then I also want, Five thousand in love three Tie?" pinta Mother first.

"Byeah," Habibah said briefly. Once they are done selecting and giving the Payment. Habibah continued his journey to sell.

"Kale, Kale, Kale." Habibah shouted back to offer his kale.

When passing through the group of Fathers, Habibah then greeted as a form of politeness.

"Tabek, excuse me, my fathers are passing by."

"Eh there's Habibah, Ngopi yuk!" sahut a Father.

"Thank you sir" Habibah said kindly.

"God, there is a greeting from Adrian. Can he go to your house, he said?" said A Father. He seemed to be the spokesperson of the Youth who was beside him. Maybe it was his initiative to match the young man named Adrian.

Habibah turned his gaze towards Adrian who was silent. The man was seen wanting to protest but seemed to be restrained by the glance of the Father.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Excuse me first." Habibah did not answer further. He is reluctant to serve anyone if it has led to the realm of personal and heart. Habibah does not want Men to approach him let alone just mince words and play around. He didn't want to waste time and come back like his past.

"Her spouse Habibah rejected you Adrian" said the father patted his shoulder softly.

"Don't say that, you will be like the one in Tipi, the Tipi, the same love Habibah. That's the word, people like to call it. What the hell, forgot?" said a father who greeted Habibah earlier. He tried to remember the words Kids of the day now that he often heard.

"What the hell, speaking the obvious?" ask his friend to wait for the father who is thinking.

"Bucin, yes it's Bucin but Bucin what the hell is Adrian's son?" ask the man to Adrian.

Bujang with a pretty handsome face was chuckling at the behavior and questions of the father earlier.

"Bucin the slave of love, sir," said Adrian later.

"Well, you will be the level of the coconut tree," said the Father as he pointed at the towering Coconut in front of him.

"No, Habibah is not my dream girl. He's not at my level anyway. My Bachelor, a graduate from the best State College in the Region kept me also a State Teacher so reasonable dong looking for a Girl like Santi." Adrian said by pressing his sentence.

"Don't be arrogant and demeaning to others. You don't know who Habibah is yet. She's a tenacious girl, unyielding and sintering Kepeng nyari. Habibah is not ugly, the person is sweet. Most importantly, he is a good and righteous person. Want to look like something else? it's a complete package." The other father spoke.

"Beautiful where did you try? Straws did not admit," said Adrian cynical.

"Already ah, I want to continue the work. Thank you for the coffee. And Habibah for the Fathers only, who knows he wants to be a second wife. No one wants to be with him. Than later to become Tedare mosot (Old Girl)." Adrian mocks Habibah. He deliberately raised his voice to be heard by the girl. The girl was not far from Berugak where the Fathers gathered.

Habibah smiled bitterly in response to Adrian's words. He hides both sadness and frustration. Adrian is the same as Rizqy. Looking down on her unbeautiful self. Are those pretty men white in the eyes? Dress skimpy and hang out freely?.

"It is my fault that I close the law and it is a sin if I do not engage in promiscuity." Habibah's heart.

"Why, are you a big village anyway? where there is a courtship does not happen. The kiss was normal, the camera was too cute. Everywhere that guy would ask for that too. Now that's the association like that, that's fine right." The long sentence was thrown from one of his friends who plunged freely into the abyss and baffled the responsibility to avoid. The girl was not able to control lust, as a result the association was made commonplace.

"Astaghfirullah, whether purity is very cheap even free. What a shame, if it turns out that the sanctity of self is not considered valuable and valuable." Habibah is deep in the heart's pain.

Isn't he a little tarnished. The sanctity of his lips was taken away by a man named Lalu Rizqy Anggara. The first love and that love he was damned to make him run away from the man.

Now what's wrong with refusing a man. He was still terrified and not ready to start again.

Adrian, the guy was once a playmate in childhood. They were both inseparable pair of Companions. There's Oci there, Adrian too. Adrian as if glued himself to the side of Oci. Now Adrian has grown up and returned to the Village to devote himself as a next generation Educator.

"Sir Oci, Adri later if you have grown up just want to be a teacher. Adri pingin friends pinter all. Can read, can write and can pay a salary."

The little girl who was three years older than the boy just nodded. He provides support for his Friend's ideals. His eyes sparkled so happy with the dream of a boy named Adrian Rafeeq.

Habibah breathes air to relieve his sigh. He woke up when a mother rebuked him. And listen to the babbling of the mothers.

"That's Adrian, right? very handsome huh? I heard he was already a State Teacher and had just graduated CPNS. He was placed in the Tsanawiyah Madrasah. She just came back a few days ago" one mother told me.

"He could be a candidate for daughter-in-law?" sahut a imaginary mother.

"Dream, even in a dream your child is not worthy. Habibah was rejected by Adrian. What is your daughter doing?" a mother commented.

"Adrian will be Santi's candidate. Did you hear that Adrian likes Santi, the Village Flower," said Ms. Lia. She is the Aunt of that girl named Santi. Of course feel proud because the best Youth in this Village put their hearts on the Village Flower.

"Adrian is apparently the origin. It is not possible to like the lazy Santi. Beautiful, but usually just a charm. Loss of Adrian's mother."

Mother's comments are heating up. They said to each other that no one wants to lose with their respective opinions. Habibah who was among them could only shake his head and scratch his nape confused. He tried to calm them down. Running away is not a good solution either. What about their pay? Habibah is on the verge of loss.

"Mom calm yourself. Free also gosipin Adrian. Adrian has run away, he is not horrified" said Habibah reminded them back.

"Mom-mom's not cooking? later stomach on demo lo!" continued Habibah.

"True, then let's just cook yuk!" bring a Mother. He got up from sitting and left the mother's tongkrongan.

"Mom-mom, where's the payment? The kale is already but the money is not yet," said Habibah detained the mothers who want to run away.

"Eh forgot."

After the shopping transaction was completed, Habibah continued the journey because the kangkungnya stayed a few more ties.

By noon, Habibah returned to his home. He's walking down the street to his house. When he arrived at Gumbang Lake, Habibah saw Adrian standing looking at a tree that grew on the edge of the Lake. He recalled, the two of them often climbed the tree and jumped from the top of the branch to spurt themselves into the lake to swim.

"Adri, do you remember this tree?" ask Habibah in my heart. Then their views meet. Adrian quickly severed that view and passed by leaving the shores of the Lake.

"You don't remember me Adri. I'm Oci, Brother Oci," Habibah said almost inaudibly.

Seriate.