
The car driven by Reno drove straight towards the cafe that he bought from his own sweat during work with Reza Madani, even the man added the building one level above it as a place to live. Reno deliberately brought Adinda there because it seemed like the place was the safest residence for her because When the widow lived with her, of course no one else was able to disturb her, including Akram though because Reno will not let Adinda down to the bottom floor except by doing disguise.
“You take it easy, in the cafe there is Zainab's mother, a housekeeper who lives upstairs and later when you stay with me then I will sleep in the lower room. So you don't think too much about something that can't happen, let alone my Cafe at this time alhamdulillah again the rame-rama, especially, you can also work there by slightly adding a mole on your face, then others will not be able to recognize.” Reza really has an idea that suddenly danced in his head so that the girl can still be free to go wherever she likes.
“Wear a mole? Can it be?” ask Adinda doubt that the girl is actually still too innocent and does not understand about so easy in this day and age to do anything to facilitate a successful disguise.
“That is a very easy thing, or what better now that you wear a fake mole. I think this is a very good idea so that your existence is not known by anyone else, except the two of us.” Reno gave her proposal again, making Adinda immediately smile brightly.
“Is that not a danger to the skin, Sir?” ask Adinda who looks still doubtful.
Of course, the girl felt so hesitant to wear something she had never tried in a lifetime, especially as long as she was in Sukabumi had not once known fake objects that could be used to disguise.
“In shaa Allah will be safe, really. You just calm down! The important thing now is that you yourself should feel safe and comfortable, others will walk like running water in the river. Do not think too much, your life path is still so long, let alone your age is still very young and can achieve the ideals that were delayed because of your marriage with Mr. Reza. Sorry if I brought it up a little,” said Reza turned her head to the side and then refocused on the road ahead of her.
The man stopped at one of the atms on the side of the road because Adinda had previously wanted to know the balance she had because the girl had never checked the contents of her ATM since Reza gave it living according to the letter of agreement of marriage contract that they have signed both — except credit cards that he has also never used.
“Eh, yes. I just want to make sure. If indeed MAs Reza kept his promise in accordance with what he had said .. It seems I can open a business, sir. I am sure that Allah can stay in Jakarta if he has a business here. I don't want to make my mother think much if I go back to the village. I have not been able to make him proud because my marriage ran aground with mas Reza in the middle of the road.” Adinda looked to be breathing heavily.
Both eyes glazed over when remembering how his mother begged with Father and Mother Suryo so that he was willing to replace the position of the bride who had run away, at that time. Unfortunately, households that are not based on love are turned out and good intentions are very easily shaken, and destroyed even before the age of marriage is even one year.
“Hey ... How can you be dumb again?” Reno pulls the widow's wrist and makes Adinda flinch in shock, pointing her eyes at the interlocking hands.
‘Astagfirullah, am I not wrong to do all this?’
Without them noticing there was a pair of narrowed eyes, looking at the scene that was completely stifling his soul with both hands clenched at his sides.
Who roughly?