My Talaq!

New Employee

"Don't cry, the beauty will be gone."

Diana was startled by the sound of someone looking up, "You.." and she wiped her tears quickly.

The man smiled so sweetly that he showed his dimples. "Yes, it's Fikri Rizaldy who will always be there when you're alone like this. Why hmmm? Do you miss someone until you cry in a daydream like this? It's not you I know. Because usually, Diana was always cheerful, always chatty, always nagging, and always fierce. Especially to me."

"It's none of your business. Want me to cry, want me to laugh, want me to giggle like a ghost in white clothes is none of your business," replied Diana with a fierce face.

But in Fikri's eyes the former widower, Diana looked extremely adorable. And certainly very beautiful and can be his dream wife. Beautiful, well-established, polite, and also has a strong aura that keeps her interested in Diana.

"Yes, I know that. But I also want to know your problem. Maybe by sharing you can slightly reduce the burden of your mind."

Fikri sat beside Diana but Diana immediately stood up wanting to avoid but her hand was instead blocked by Fikri.

"Why do you always avoid me? Have I ever done you wrong until you didn't want to look at me?" Fikri spoke seriously looking up at Diana who was looking away and trying to let go of Fikri's hand but it felt difficult.

Diana lowered her breath violently. "Bli, Diana please let go of my hand!" the softness of Diana made Fikri's hair goosebumps.

The man let go because he did not want to force Diana. "I'm sorry, but I want to know why so I'm no longer around you and no longer wishing for you."

Diana turned, "The reason is because I am a pregnant widow and I don't want people to have bad opinions about us both. I don't want any misunderstanding between us and the citizens."

"That's not a strong reason, but because it's all been a tradition of citizens plus +62. Every thing in our lives citizens will judge it according to their views."

Diana listened, this time she did not want to chase Fikri away and let him sit on the front bench of her flower shop. Diana herself was cleaning her merchandise arranging various types of flowers in various pots. And also arrange the flowers that have been decorated in such a way as to become its own attraction.

"But what they say has a point, too. Although sometimes a lot of spicy words come out of their mouths, all the words are sometimes always on target. That's why I don't want to be close to any guy. And I hope Bli Fikri understands that." Diana confirmed her last words so that the man would understand the worry Diana was feeling. Not that she hated it but Diana did not want to make people's thoughts increasingly negative on her.

Wrong is not it, a widow is pregnant trying to avoid the strange slurs of society? Wrong, a widow does not want to be close to a man because she still has a sense of trauma to the past? Wrong, a widow wants to be alone before getting a new male replacement by avoiding every man who approaches her?

Fikri was speechless listening to Diana's words while watching her beautiful face with hair flying in the wind. She couldn't just let Diana go. Not because obsessed but because of the love that grows without being invited. The love that comes even if only at first sight, the vibration of the heart when you see his sweet smile.

"Hmmm I understand that. But, don't ever avoid me when I come here." Fikri also stood up from his seat while patting his hands.

"Ok, if so I'll go home first. I bought a rose that had been arranged in such a way." Fikri also took a bouquet of flowers that had been wrapped in plastic.

Diana sometimes wondered why Fikri always bought flowers. I don't know for whom, he doesn't know.

Diana nodded without much protest or asking who the flower was for. "This is fifty thousand."

"I'm saying goodbye, beautiful. See you back at another time." Fikri stepped back as he rolled his eyes. "I'll try to get your heart, Diana." she screeched as she waved her hand.

Diana breathed out her breath. He shook his head inexhaustibly thinking there was such a hard-working man trying to get his heart. Instantly she remembered her ex-husband who also continued to pursue and try to get her heart until she was devastated and fell deeply in love. However, that love must now be buried with the disappointment that he felt.

Unknowingly, everyone has not explained the misunderstanding created between Diana, Danu, and Anita. Diana still thinks that Anita is Danu's second wife and may now be his first wife. He also has not apologized for Anita's fetus that was not because of her encouragement because of the problems that directly hit him.

"Alright, Dee. You don't think about him anymore. He has a wife and you have to focus on the future with your child. You're strong, you're sincere, you can, and you're capable of facing it all." Diana again breathed out violently. "Bismillah, I am capable." he continued encouraging himself not to keep thinking about the past.

When the goods sold are finished ready to be sold and arranged neatly, Diana was about to go inside. However, his steps came to a halt when someone came.

"Excuse me."

Diana turned her head, "Yes, how can I help you?" in a friendly and gentle voice Diana asked.

"Is there a job opening? I need to keep eating. Already here and there none of them would accept me to work."

Diana noticed the woman's appearance. He felt sorry to see it. The appearance I had with my face looked greasy. Hearing the woman say to keep eating makes her full did not have the heart to refuse.

"What a pity for him. And it just so happens that I'm in need of employees to help me here" Diana said in her heart.

"I happen to need someone to help me here. So you can work with me."

The woman smiled happily, "Is it true? Can I work here?"

Diana nodded with a friendly smile, "Yes, from today on Ma'am...?"

"Salmas. My name is Salma."

"Yes, Sister Salma can work."

The woman took Diana's hand in delight. "Thank you, thank you for accepting me to work here. Just a promise will provide the best service for customers."

Diana patted the back of Salma's hand gently. "Aamiin yarobbal'alamiin."

What's wrong with helping someone who is in trouble because what we do will certainly get a reply.