
After cleaning up, Rosa was about to go to sleep but was startled by her phone ringing, she frowned when she saw the name listed.
"Assalamu'alaikum." said Rosa.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." replied Abrisam across the street.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, uh, I just wanted to ask, did you open the stuff?"
"Yet." reply Rosa briefly.
"Are you not happy to accept it?"
"So I just haven't had time to open it. And I still can't believe it's all for me."
"Yes already, then, open it now. It's all for you, I won't ask for it anymore."
After the phone call was cut off, Rosa opened one by one the handouts given by Abrisam.
Repeatedly he was made gaping, because all the items given to him have good quality. Even the price tag is still listed, and the price is certainly not kidding.
"Well, why is this as loyal as him to me? Though this is all just serial marriage." murmured Rosa.
Meanwhile, after calling Rosa, Abrisam couldn't close his eyes at all. Even though he had already changed beds in Abigail's room. His thoughts were only Rosa and Zaidan.
At dawn, he was able to sleep. Then Abigail's voice awakens her from the subconscious, that the morning has greeted her. With laziness Abrisam also woke up and started his activities.
Because the hours of sleep are very short, making him feel sleepy, so he fell asleep at his desk until he dreamed. In his dream he was in a room with a beautiful woman in a red dress, and he immediately held her tightly. The same dream when he was on the plane with Rosa at that time.
"Sir....Sir...."
Repeatedly his assistant woke him up, to make Abrisam jerked in shock, from his beautiful dreams.
"What?" jolt Abrisam wrathfully, with reddened eyes restrained the drowsiness of sudden awakening. Makes her assistant even more frightened.
"I_this sir, the report file you requested earlier."
"Stay put it on my desk, can't you, why wake me up?"
"Em, that's not all, sir. There are some important files that you have to sign as well, this." with a shaking hand his assistant handed some maps to Abrisam's desk.
"Hem, you can come out." Abrisam flicked his hand at the assistant so he went straight out.
"It's just a Siri wedding, but why can't I stop thinking about it?" he muttered as he restored his hair in frustration.
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Elsewhere, Rosa's house. After her wedding day with Abrisam, she looks back on her usual activities. Being a productive housewife at a young age.
He helps with homework, takes care of Zaidan while still running his business which is increasingly showing significant results.
Even all her neighbors now know that, she sells cosmetics that can make the face brighter. Of course, they all believe in Rosa, because they see for themselves changes in Rosa's skin that is getting cleaner, fresher, and looks more beautiful.
Those who once insulted Rosa now praise her so much. Especially since she was pregnant and gave birth, the apple fruit increasingly looks big and dense, even though it is covered in hijab. His body becomes more beautiful because every morning he does sports even though only light. It's really getting pretty and charming.
After completing her work, Rosa immediately prepared some of her belongings and Zaidan's that will be brought tomorrow to Riyadh.
When he finished, he sat down on the edge of his bed, sighing deeply. It was as if he still could not believe the theatrics he was playing at the moment.
Not long after, his phone shook, a name he had just thought of right now, Abrisam.
"Assalamu'alaikum." said Rosa when the flat object was attached to the side of her ear.
"What's wrong?"
Abrisam was very happy when Rosa called him mas, feeling more romantic according to him.
"Em, I'm just saying, get your things ready, tomorrow we're going to Riyadh."
"Yes, I just prepared this."
Silent for a few seconds, both are equally nervous about asking or talking what else. Until finally Rosa dared to ask.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Oh, eng_nothing." replied Abrisam who sounded excited.
"Alright then, I'm back to doing my job. Assalamu'alaikum." reply Rosa and end the phone call.
Tut's...Tut's...Tut
The loud sound of the disconnected call resuscitated Abrisam.
"Why am I getting nervous like this? I should be able to ask him what he is busy with, or ask him about his news and Zaidan, because after marriage I have not visited him again." grumbled Abrisam annoyed.
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Finally, the anticipated Sunday arrived.
Abrisam has put all his important items in 1 big bag, because he thought it would not be long in Riyadh. Just meet with Rosa's former employer, then go home.
"Where are you going?" asked ifa when she saw the appearance of her two grandchildren who were very neat and look Abrisam tote 1 bag.
"Abi wants to take Sam to oma airport. Sam's got a job out there, maybe a few days. Sam said yes oma." replied Abrisam first.
"Alright, careful. Don't forget to tell the oma." reply to her, without any suspicion.
"Ready oma." as usual Abrisam saluted his omens.
The two took turns to kiss the hand of oma Sekar and hugged him for a while.
In the car that began to run, then the two giggled.
"May oma not be suspicious huh." chuckled Abrisam.
Not long after, the car finally arrived in front of Rosa's house. Only Abrisam got off, and Abigail stayed in the car.
Geck...Geck...Tok
Abrisam knocked on the door hard, as if impatient.
Rosa who was in the room immediately came out when she heard the knocking of the door typical of debt collectors.
"Please enter" said Rosa.
While Abrisam was still staring at Rosa who he thought was getting beautiful, when only 3 days did not meet.
"Eh, yes." replied Abrisam grimacing, then stepped into the living room.
"I came out of my stuff first." said Rosa who immediately darted away to the room. And not long ago he was out carrying Zaidan while carrying 1 large bag containing his and Zaidan's belongings.
"Wait a minute, I say goodbye to mom first ya." again Rosa immediately darted away to the kitchen to say goodbye to her mother before Abrisam gave an answer.
'Why is he flashing around like a ghost anyway?' abrisam's mind was astonished by Rosa's behavior that always went away and appeared suddenly, whether it was real or in her imagination.