The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 101 - I'm Happy with You

"Craftsmen? Doesn't this factory belong to your own family? How can you be a craftsman, not a manager?" Zahra asked confusedly.

"You'll know for yourself"

"I know. You must have been undercover, like in those movies. Aye right?" Guess Zahra.

"It's more or less like that" Rahul smiled wryly. I really want him to say

*you're the one who brought me to this place. And make me a worker here. You're the one who made me go undercover as an ordinary man. Until I can find someone who truly loves me. The one who made me finally made peace with my destiny. Makes me feel like my life is still good. Thank you my wife. I love you so much*

Yet he still had to keep those words in his heart. Though he was very eager to say while hugging and kissing his wife with full of feelings.

But he did not want to be rash. There was a time for him to say all that. But that time is not now.

A few seconds later, Rahul was confused to see Zahra who suddenly looked pensive.

"Hey?" Rahul touched Zahra's shoulder with a feeling of anxiety. He was afraid that his wife was sick again like before. "You why? How did you suddenly daydream? Did I have a wrong word? Or the.... Your head hurts again?"

"No, I'm fine. I thought about the little kids. I did not expect, it turns out that the impact of the disaster that has happened is very big for this village. Especially for those kids. They could not go to school anymore, because the school where they studied must be destroyed.

Though I could see, they were very thirsty and longed for their education. If only an angel volunteered to set up a school in this village for them, I would be very grateful to that person" Zahra said softly and expectantly.

Zahra's words made Rahul look at her wistfully. If only his wife knew. If the flood disaster he was talking about right now, it would not only have a big impact on these children and the village.

But also for their lives and their homes. Where the two of them until separated, to meet again in a situation like this.

"So, whoever can make those kids go back to school, that person will be an angel to you?" Rahul asked to make sure.

"Yes of course. The one who is willing to do good to others selflessly, to me he deserves to be called a wingless angel" Zahra replied firmly and smoothly. Makes Rahul seem to think with a radiant face.

"Eh, Mr. Rahul. Good afternoon Sir. We didn't know you were coming here. If we knew, we would have prepared everything to welcome the Father"

Their conversation was broken due to the appearance of a middle-aged man who came to greet Rahul with kindness and courtesy. It seems that the man has a lot of respect for Rahul. Maybe because he's part of the owner of the place.

"Not bother Sir. I didn't come here to discuss work. It just so happens that we are passing through here. So we stopped by for entertainment"

"Oh so? Yes, sir, Mom. Please come in" With all due respect the well-dressed man invited the two of them to enter.

"Yes-yes. Come on" Rahul nodded then he took Zahra.

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They were in a factory warehouse filled with guitar-making tools and materials. The room is used as a special place to tidy up and paint the guitar.

The room was also filled with dozens of workers, who seemed to be struggling with the tools and materials used to perform the process of smoothing and painting the guitars, which were not yet fully formed and completed

on the tables that are available in the room.

The craftsmen seemed diligent and painstaking in doing their work. Perfectly formed guitars also seemed to hang on the ceiling and filled the room.

"Yes Sir. Everything's fine. This week the product is ready for launch. And the plan is, we will also recruit some craftsmen from this village. Because we still lack craftsmen sir"

Rahul. "I trust you all. Just do whatever is best, to make this factory grow"

"Yes, sir is good"

Rahul glanced around him to find the whereabouts of Zahra who had not heard his voice. Too busy talking with his employees makes his mind momentarily diverted from his wife.

"Mom, let me just. Later Mom's hand was scuffed or injured" Rahul saw one of the craftsmen was reprimanding Zahra with a polite tone, when he saw the woman seemed to hold the emery and was doing the process of tidying up the guitar musical instrument that was on one of the tables in the room.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything. I want to try it anyway. It's a lot of fun" Zahra did not comment on the reprimand and the employee's ban on withdrawing.

He insisted on continuing his activities. It was very obvious that the woman enjoyed the activity.

"But Ma'am...." The man still forbids doubtfully.

But a few seconds later he realized that Rahul was watching him. And gave the code so that he would get out of the presence of his wife. The craftsman immediately turned away from Zahra in accordance with the command code from his superiors.

With a warm smile, Rahul approached Zahra. Then he stood beside his wife to help complete the process of making the musical instrument.

Zahra turned her back, glancing at Rahul with a radiant face. A warm feeling again enveloped him whenever he got close to the man. The work that was so pleasant before, now a hundred times it felt more exciting and fun, when he did it together with the man.

It didn't feel like they spent hours in that factory. Zahra looks so cheerful and enjoys the activities they do in that place. He did it with pleasure and joy. It is very visible if assembling a guitar is not a difficult and foreign job for him.

Of course Rahul knew very well the skill of his wife in that field. In the past when he was still a worker in the factory before, Zahra always accompanied him in every spare time. Even the woman was always whining to be taught by him.

Rahul is very grateful because he can still repeat the happy moment with the same woman. Even in a different mood. Where in the past Zahra still has full memory of their relationship as a married couple. Very inversely related to the current situation.

Nevertheless, his happiness and gratitude still did not diminish over every moment even every second he passed with his beloved woman, regardless of the situation.