I Can Be Happy Without You, Mom

Chapter 74 The figure of Laila

Wanto smiled happily. He did not expect his friend to move quickly. It seems like the idea to introduce them is very precise.

Laila looked at Alif meaningfully. He did not expect this man to be so forthright. For a moment he was stunned by surprise.

"He's my best friend and co-worker, his name is Alif. He's a widower with two children, but his two sons are with his ex-wife,"

Wanto explained at length about Alif. About his status, his job, and about the cause of his divorce with his two wives. Of course he was pro against his friend. Wanto also shared his good intention to introduce the two of them.

"If I only get to know you, I will. But to get married I have to think about it first. I can only decide after getting to know Mas Alif better" said Laila.

"No problem, I don't want to rush either. My divorce case has not been decided either. I'm also glad that you didn't reject Wanto's good intentions" Alif replied.

After a long chat they decided to say goodbye. Alif and Laila exchanged phone numbers. There was a slight smile on their lips as they looked at each other. At least Alif's heart is no longer empty. Imagining the happiness of Rania and her two children with her new family makes her heart hurt.

"I can only bring you closer so far, the rest you have to try yourself, Lif. And remember, Laila's a good woman is not the same as Desi so don't go too far before you get married. I believe in you,"

Wanto told Alif before he left on his bike. Their house was indeed different directions, so they split up there. Alif also will not repeat the same mistakes as when with Desi.

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Next day.

"Darling, I can't seem to eat breakfast. My job is a lot, so I have to get going,"

Rangga kissed his wife's forehead, then switched to kiss Alisa and Bintang.

"Wait for me, I know you're very busy, but you have to have breakfast. I've prepared provisions for you, because this will help you focus more on working,"

Rania handed the box to Rangga, while the man smiled happily. Having Rania in her life makes her days happier.

"Cock papa in such a hurry, ma'am? Poor to not have breakfast,"

Alisa really loves Rangga, because the man is also very affectionate and caring for them.

"Papa much work, son, but take it easy mother has brought him provisions really," replied Rania.

"It turns out being rich isn't easy, Mom. All this time I've seen Papa work so hard even though he's rich. Go home early in the morning, until sometimes no time for breakfast like today,"

Alisa's face looks sad to imagine Rangga's life.

"The process will not betray the results dear. Papa can be like this because he works hard. Mother also used to be like that, having to heat up on the street, lifting her own sack and cardboard before enjoying the results now. If anyone insults you, never be discouraged. Make it a whip to motivate you to move forward,"

Alisa listened carefully to her mother's explanation. She felt lucky to be born to a smart woman like herself.

Sometimes there is a lot of negative stigma in society about a woman who is highly educated but prefers to be a housewife rather than working in an office. They forget that if life is a choice, everyone's condition must not be the same. We can't generalize them about a thing. Women are the true educators of the nation, because they are the ones who provide the first education for a child in his life. So at least higher education is their provision to educate children to be good, in addition to morality and belief of course.

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Two days later.

Laila looked at herself in the mirror, her face turned out to be very beautiful with a slight polish of makeup. She is 32 years old, showing her maturity as a woman. He is wearing his best clothes right now. For two years being a single parent to Akila sometimes made her sad, especially when her 5-year-old daughter started asking about her father.

"Assynolt,"

"Greetings waalaikum,"

Laila immediately got up to open the door. Alif had been standing in front of the door, looking at her with a stunned look. The fragrant smell of Alif's body pleases his sense of smell.

"You go in first, or you go straight?" laila asked with a downcast face.

"We just leave right away. Not good with people's views if we're alone in the house" Alif replied.

Laila was stunned, she did not expect that there would still be a man like Alif who valued her as a woman. They also joined the restaurant that is not too far from Laila's house.

"I'm sorry if I'm a little stiff. I've never been close to a man other than my late husband,"

Laila opened the conversation as they were sitting in the restaurant. Laila is indeed an innocent girl, she never does anything during her widow. The focus is to make money with halal work to make her only daughter happy.

"Just calm Laila, you're not alone. My first boyfriend was the mother of my children who accompanied me for 11 years. And the second woman is my second wife that Wanto told me about yesterday. I'm also a little stiff when I'm close to a woman, too,"

It turns out the two have a lot in common, that they only know after chatting about each other's lives. Alif likes the nature of Laila which he thinks is similar to Rania. Hopefully, the feeling he felt was not just an escape like when with Desi at that time.

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In the afternoon.

"Darling, I'm sorry today didn't seem to be able to get home in time. I have to take care of a big case,"

Rangga contacted his wife to give her news.

"Yes, I understand. But do not be too tired and also do not forget to eat" said Rania.

"Dear, after this I'll eat. You don't wait for me, I'm afraid this job will be done late at night,"

"Can't you finish it at home, Mom?"

Rania is worried about her husband's health.

"Can't darling, I have to work with the team. There's no way I'm taking them home,"

"Well, I'll see you later, Mas,"

"Mas Rangga, this is the coffee I put here. Hope you like my coffee,"

Rania hears the flirtatious voice of a woman who seems to have made coffee for her husband before Rangga's phone turns off.

Rania's feeling was uncomfortable, her mind drifting to her husband. There was a bit of jealousy in his heart.

"O Allah, I hope you are not lying. I hope you can keep your heart for me,"