Girl For The Widow

chapter 9's

Meanwhile, in a different place. Habibah is reflecting the image on the mirror that is on the Almari. He looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"I am indeed ugly deserve Mas Rizqy to make me a betting material" said Habibah sadly.

She took her makeup tools and then tried to dress up. After a few minutes of putting on his face. The brown-skinned girl pecked herself at the mirror and noticed the image of her face.

"It's ugly like Ondel-Ondel if people here say like Tuselak Kenjelo (Lid Day )," said Habibah judge himself. He stepped out of the room towards Jeding who was outside the House. The girl wiped the Make up and let the water remove traces of her silliness. She was not a Dandy Girl so it felt strange to see the Powder sticking to her face and the Lipstick was coloring her lips in a natural pink.

She does not like to dress up but that does not mean indifferent to her body. Habibah is very diligent in caring for his body with natural ingredients. Like his face that every day on the honey, sometimes using Tea, Coffee and Aloe vera Jel. It is fitting that the face that is Brown skinned looks clean even though every day exposed to the Sun and in contact with the ground.

The loner girl poured herself over Berugak who was in front of her House. He loved to enjoy the sky, for him the sky was his lonely public entertainer.

The sound of Crickets and the sound of the Forest Dwellers Beast echoed in the ears. The voice was like a natural melody that faithfully comforted him.

"Love is there, while my hand is unable to reach it" Habibah said, extending his hand as he looked out of the sky.

He smiled, that smile was able to affirm his fragility all along. He did not want to give up on life. Instead will struggle to give a bright life for himself as well as others. He may choose to give up on love, but he will not give up on his ideals.

Man, unreachable in his mind. That is the Doctrine in His Brain.

He used to put love to a guy named Lalu Rizqy Anggara. Even though he knew the man was like a dream that when he was conscious could not possibly come true. The man was like a very difficult hope to realize and the man was a wish that was impossible to achieve.

And in the end the man tore her apart with false attention. It is stupid of him and too naive to believe that his attention is honesty.

Now, the result of that love is languishing and disappointment. Habibah does not want love to trick her so choose not to put that taste in the heart. It was for a while until a man managed to convince her.

Habibah, still engrossed in the sky. He realizes that Rizqy, the man is still chasing him in memory.

The Plash Back

"God, it's time to rest. How is it still work, what is a serious job very?" asked a tall man, White and handsome. He sat in the chair in front of the desk of the Girl called Habibah.

"Tanggung Mas, this is a little more," Habibah replied focusing on the screen. He called the man by the call Mas not the Father. Supposedly Father, a formal call to the world of work.

"Aren't you praying?" ask the man again.

"Again the moon, Mas" replied Habibah.

"Where's the moon? how can I not see?" the man asked seriously and then listened to his piety.

"Mas Rizqy don't be kidding me! where there is a moon in broad daylight" Habibah shook his head.

"Am I joking? I am serious lo! where's moon? did you say that? come on, who said that, you, right? sahut Rizqy won't lose.

"I was just saying," said Habibah blushed. He was ashamed to say it in plain language.

"why not say menstruation again, that's the raw word, right? I like to wonder why women if they are menstruating the answer again comes months, again obstacles, again red bars and blah blah blah. Why do not immediately answer again this menstruation, why must answer with terms." Rizqy commented at length to make the girl embarrassed by the man's words.

"Then if you say that and be clear," said Habibah while lowering his face. He focused back on the script.

"Why should be ashamed, that is, your nature as a Woman" said the Man. He chuckled at the sweet girl before him who blushed. Habibah drowned her face on the table. He was ashamed to listen to the words of a man who was not supposed to talk about it. Indeed it is the nature of a woman but it should not be expressed clearly because it is very personal.

"Mas Rizqy, don't talk about it! where there are men discussing that if not Mas Rizqy doang," said Habibah wonder.

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed" Habibah answered briefly.

"Maha."

Rizqy laughed listening to the plain answer from her coworker.

"Yes, Mas Rizqy didn't talk about it. Then we eat yok! aren't you hungry?" Rizqy invited his coworker to lunch but Habibah was still engrossed in the script and had not yet accepted the invitation of the Man.

"Aren't you hungry?" asked Rizqy after there was no movement from Habibah.

"Yes already, Mas Rizqy first," said Rizqy. Previously he had pulled the cable that connected the flow of Electricity to the Girl's Computer.

Darkened

The screen turned dark instantly making Habibah scream.

"Mas Rizqyyyyy."

Meanwhile, Rizqy passed by while listening to her laughter "Hahahahaha."

Habibah ran towards Rizqy who stepped with wide steps avoiding Habibah who was rampaging. Fortunately, the office was quiet because of the break. If there are people then there is a furore there.

"Wait for Me."

The man stopped his steps in the middle of the stairs to wait for Habibah.

"Be careful Bibah do not run like that later you fall," said Rizqy reminded the girl who ran down the stairs. Habibah did not comment on his colleague's warning. He was currently angry at what Rizqy was doing. Because his ignorance makes him have to repeat typing again that has not been saved.

Arriving in front of Rizqy, Habibah immediately glared at the Man and hit his sturdy arm with all his might.

"Not feeling, a little hard why?" rizqy said smiling.

"Mas Rizqy is nosy, anyway? I had not saved the file yet" said Habibah annoyed.

"Later can be retyped, that's just a frown" said Rizqy lightly.

"Mas Rizqyyyy," Habibah's cry eased his frustration.

"Maha."

Rizqy, the man laughed in response to Habibah's annoyance. While Habibah was increasingly pouting to see that. Habibah did not think that Rizqy did not feel guilty about what he did. He seemed happy to have managed to do it.

Reda, he put a hand on Habibah's head and scrambled the straight hair of the boat until it was messy.

"Mas Rizqyyyyyy, really ignorant? my hair is this mess" Habibah said trying to pull the hand from his head.

"Later tidied up again, we'll eat yuk!" rizqy looked satisfied. Then he dragged Habibah to eat at the Canteen in the Office area.

The girl will just obey Rizqy. He stepped along while tidying back his messy hair.

That's the familiarity that exists between Habibah and a man named Rizqy. That intimacy happened when they were alone. While when Rizqy gathered with his friends, Habibah seemed not in his view. Habibah understood that and did not dispute it.

He realized, he could not involve himself in the man's association. He and Rizqy are different, Rizqy is from the rest of the family and the official family and lineage is titled Lalu. He is from the lower middle. His parents were farmers and left him. She is just a girl in this world. Fortunately, he got the Student Duty for children in remote areas so that he could continue his Education. It was only for the cost of his education alone while the cost of living he worked as a Servant in a Shop during the day until night.

The habibah never complained. He lived with gratitude. Because his gratitude made that heavy thing feel light.

During the three years he struggled, in the end he completed his third Diploma in the Best State College in the Region. And thankfully he after graduation was recruited by Government Agencies where he carried out Field Work Practices while he was still actively in college. It was all because of his intelligence that one of the employees there called him and was made Contract Personnel. The first step towards his goal as a State Officer.

In the office his first love blossomed. The man named Rizqy was able to make the Teen Girl tremble. Their age is very far away. The man was three-headed whereas he had just placed himself at the age of twenty. Because the level of the fatherhood makes Habibah fall in love.

One day, Habibah was forced to enter the Office even though his body felt carefree. He wants to finish his report. The girl was very stubborn and responsible. He would not rest his body despite feeling a bad taste in his body. As long as he can move, he will continue to work.

Currently Habibah's body feels weak, the day is already late afternoon. There was no one in the office because the return hour ended half an hour ago. Habibah tried to bring his body to leave the Office. However he was not strong finally choosing to lay down for a moment on the Sofa.

After that, he did not know what happened. When he realized he saw the ceiling is different from the ceiling in his Office.

"Where am I?" habibah asked in surprise. He scanned the room he was occupying with a questioning look. The room was quite spacious and clean with a sky blue dominance.

There was no one there, only he was complete with his service uniform. When he was confused he heard the sound of the door on tap and the sound of a woman saying hello.

"Waalaikumussalam, who?"

Seriate.