the unpredictable husband

Episode 5REUNI

Week

after Aditya and Chintya's marriage I was able to reorganize my life

and started to get busy again with my routine again at the boutique. It's been a lot this week

once the charm in the boutique even the stock of clothes that are in the dibutikpun has started

thinning amaka time me and some employees in my place start extra work

to meet customer's demand.

Subscribers

the ones who came to my speed had many of the guests present at the wedding

Adit as per my promise I gave them a discount of 30% actually this includes my marketing strategy to

growing the boutique business I have. Not a loss tap

Thank God more and more benefits that boutique I get up to

it makes me add employees to work. I can open a factory

alone in it there are already 10 tailors who will help me sew

clothes that I have designed or clothes order buyer.

Previously

I have 3 boutiques but no

has its own banjahit so it still cooperates with some

tailor, until now I asked the tailor to work with me

and just sewing for my boutique. In the midst of my busy life now mom and dad

I in the village also began to urge me to immediately find a companion because

for my career and finances I have been able to fulfill it. My mother was just scared more and more

the success of a woman will be more difficult to get a companion

fit and willing to give up on the busyness of his wife.

Now

I sat behind my desk after finishing some clothes

being chased by the target, I was about to continue my work but my stomach

it's starting to rebel wanting to be filled immediately so I can concentrate again

on myjob. Then I took

the decision to eat at the diner next to my boutique is my favorite food

meatballs with hot sauce and sambal that can burn the tongue, plus kerup

canned in spicy sauce and drink sweet orange ice. Wahhh with

just imagining it my saliva seemed to be dripping and my stomach started to sound

like a war drum.

I

get out of the room and approach Fina to contact me when there is something important

because I'll be out for lunch and prayer. Moments

a few more steps I reached the exit I heard someone

calling my name.

“Rahma.”

I who heard my name was called to immediately turn my head and look for the origin of the sound.

“You

Rahma right? You still remember me. I'm Zahra your friend dulul in pesantren.” I

dipesantrenes. My memories go back to remembering the name of Zahra, a former hostel friend

the tomboyish but clever and Hafidzah (memorized Al-Qur’an) but the one I saw

now it is very different from the Zahra that she used to look graceful and edifying

with the robe she wears and the hijab that closes the aurat and dangles the cover

the front of his body.

“Zahra, ,

yes I remember. You whatpatient? Our old God did not meet, last time

farewell to pesantren.”

“You

work here? Kok even stray in Jakarta.”

“Alhamdulillah

yes, this is my business Zahra, if you want to buy clothes or want to order clothes what?”

“Masha

God is so cool, this is me buying a wedding dress for the reception

my marriage, if the contract had been last month in the village. I got a recommendation

from my aunt's husband. Oh yes I know my husband first yes, you pasti know.”

Zahra began to wander in search of the whereabouts of her husband, when it had been

find him Zahra comes over and invites him to join me.

Moments

Zahra approached me with her husband I did recognize his figure, he

it was ustadz Zidan our older brother who served in the pesantren first and

much admired by the santriwati in the pesantren.

“Ustadz

Zidan's. Masya Allah turns out ustadz lucky person who has the heart of Zahra.”

I greeted him and cupped my hands together.

“Zahra, ,

I happen to want lunch. We had lunch together for the wedding dress

later I choose the best for you and ustadz Zidan.” We too

go eat at the meatball stall.

“Oh

yes Rahma next week don't forget coming to my wedding, you're a special guest

later yes. You are also a long time no news after graduating from the pesantren

later I put you in the alumni WhatsApp grub huh. Our intention is alumni

want no reunion in Jakarta in 2 months because you are in Jakarta later I

recommend you to be the role model yes.” Your short chat while eating meatballs.

The conversation was only between me and Zahra, ustadz Zidan chose silence and

watching wife. It seems from the gaze of Ustadz Zidan that he

loved his wife very much. God is 1 person who really

love me and look at me with a loving look that certainly isn't

ustadz Zidan's.