Love of a Poor Girl

Love of a Poor Girl
The Part 212



A week had passed when Galih left the world for good.


That week too Mariska was like a dead man, she never spoke by taking words out of her mouth.


Steven's house now has no other commotion caused by Mariska, only Farhan was the one who filled the void of the house with his cries.


Both of Steven's parents are preparing to leave England with Mariska, although Mariska does not answer whether or not, Adam continues to be stingy with his stance to bring his nephew back to England.


“We leave yes son, you take care of your beloved wife and granddaughter!” pinta Yuliy.


“Ready mi,” replied Steven.


“Contact papi if there is something!” adam's Pinta.


“Good Pi,” replied Steven again.


Azizah approached Mariska who was sitting by the car window, “Mariska, you must live with happiness,” whispered Azizah in the ear of her sister-in-law.


Mariska just turned her head and gave a faint smile.


“We go, goodbye,” said Yuli and Adam waving.


“Be careful on the road!” yelled Azizah at the car that was getting away from leaving the yard.


“Oek... oek..” Baby Farhan cried by moving his body.


Azizah swung slowly until their little baby finally calmed down.


“Sini let me just carry it baby!”


Azizah nodded and slowly she gave Farhan to her husband's arms.


“Papah boy don't cry ya son! Opa, Oma and Aunty Mariska will be back here again to accompany this papah boy,” Steven told his little baby.


Farhan seemed to understand the words from his papa, he smiled sweetly at Steven.


“Honey, did you see it? Our baby smiles at me!” Steven was really excited when he saw the smile of his baby.


“Of course, I even the one who breastfed Farhan often saw him smile at me,” Azizah replied.


Steven carefully walked into the house with his wife, the maids standing around them looked sad, both his parents and Mariska had left the house.


“Bi ana!” call Azizah.


Bi Ana who was in the kitchen quickly approached her master.


“Yes young mistress!” the Exclamation of Bi Ana.


“Bi, please get Farhan bedong fabric yes!” pinta Azizah to Bi ana with a sweet smile.


“Good young mistress!”


Although Azizah and Steven hired bi Ana. But, almost all their baby affairs Azizah and Steven took care of it, while Bi Ana only helped a little.


It was deliberately done by the husband and wife because of Azizah's request that initially only to invite bi Ana to live in Jakarta because of pity if she had to live in Singapore alone especially with her enough work heavy.


“This cute mama's son don't be naughty ya son!” Azizah asked her baby to talk.


Steven watched his wife who kept their baby talking.


Bi Ana came with a cloth in her hand.


“The girl is young, here's her bedong!” yelled Bi Ana while giving it to Azizah.


“Thank you Bi, aunty if you have not eaten directly Bi! consider your own home!”


“Yes young mistress, thank you very much because the mistress and young master are so good with me,” said Bi Ana because during her stay in the house she was never exhausted or troubled. Both of his masters valued him so much even though he was only a subordinate.


“Bi Ana do not hesitate so,” reply Azizah very friendly.


After that Bi Ana excuse me to go to the kitchen.


“Darling, I forgot if there was some business in the company. You okay I stay a few hours?” ask Steven.


“Alright, don't come home too late my husband. Farhan we will definitely miss his papa!”


“Quiet dear, I will finish my work as soon as possible.”


“Then, what time does love leave for the company?”


“Perhaps after I finish bathing dear, let's go back to the room!” take Steven.


Arriving in the room, Steven went straight into the bathroom to clean himself even though he had taken a shower before 6.


Azizah put her baby into the baby basket then prepared a work coat for her husband who was going to the company.


The ringing of Azizah's cell phone rang made the one-child woman rush to receive a telephone connection.


“Assalamu'alaikum!”


“Waalaikumsalam, yes Yana what is it?” asked Azizah in a happy tone.


“Azizah, can you make me fried rice?” ask Yana.


Azizah frowned at the request of her best friend.


“What if you bring your husband here!”


“Good idea, well my husband and I will be heading there in 1 hour!”


“OK I will wait for you!”


“Assalamu'alaikum Azizah!”


“Waalaikumsalam Yana!”


After the phone call ended, Azizah returned to her duties as a wife to prepare for her husband's needs.


A few minutes later.


Steven came out in a bathrobe on his body. Then hugged his body from behind and kissed the nape of his wife's neck.


“Geli darling,” said Azizah while slightly moving her neck due to the amused taste made by her husband.


Steven let go of a hug and gently rubbed his wife's hair.


“Thank you for being


setting up my needs,” said Steven then kissed the cheeky Azizah forehead.


“It has become my duty as the wife of my beloved husband, earlier Yana contacted me and asked me to make fried rice,” Azizah explained.


“Then how?”


“Yes I told him to come here and take Mike. So, my husband has to come home early huh!”


“Siap my wife!”


Steven rushed to put on his clothes while Azizah hung the bathrobe that was previously worn by her husband.


30 Minutes later.


Steven kissed his wife's forehead and kissed the soft cheeks of a tiny baby sleeping in Azizah's arms.


“I go ya babe!”


“Iya my dear!"


“Assalamu'alaikum darling!”


“Waalaikumsalam be careful ya dear!” exclaimed Azizah while continuing to wave her hand.


Steven stepped into the car and got into the car, before long the car left the yard.


“Papah has gone, son, this cute mamah child do not be naughty yes,” said Azizah then returned to her room.


In the room.


Azizah shed her tears again, the woman recalled the times when she was a child until finally being able to marry and have children.


O God, thank You for all that You have given.


I beg the bitter things around me never to happen again. Give the servant sister-in-law, Mariska, an extraordinary miracle in the future.


May she get the man who really loves her even keep Mariska forever.


“Nak, the struggle of life is indeed very difficult. Mom hopes that you will become a very good adult man to everyone and always humble, son!”


Azizah continued to shed her tears and gently caressed the cheeks of her baby who was sleeping soundly on her bed and also the husband.