Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Simple family

In the morning, the sound of birds singing to each other. A gentle breeze greeted the entire corner of the village on the outskirts of Yogyakarta.

In the village, precisely in a simple house looks a husband and wife who have been doing activities after dawn.

" Mad.today there's no stock of vegetables for lunch."

" Make breakfast still there, Dek?"

" Thank God it's still there, Mom."

" Yes, I'll take it from the garden."

Yes.the house belongs to a husband and wife together with their two-year-old baby.

Muhammad Azzam, who is more familiar in the greeting Mas Azzam, is a young man aged 28 years. He is not a native of this village, as he settled here after marriage. No one knew where he came from, because every time the neighbors asked him, he only answered from outside the city.

Adinda Azzahra, wife of Azzam was born and raised in the village. He was two years younger than Azzam.. He's been an orphan since both of his parents died. His mother died when Zahra was only ten years old. His father died when he was about to graduate high school.

Azzam and Zahra had a son named Hafizh Ramadhan. The handsome boy is very smart at his age which is said to be a toddler. At just two years old, he was able to speak eloquently. The child has also been taught to memorize objects around him.

Azzam and Zahra met for the first time in town when Zahra was about to leave for graduation. The woman, who attended the scholarship, left her hometown for nearly five years. On returning home, everyone was shocked that Zahra had brought her future husband.

Flashbacks!

Zahra stands on the side of the road waiting for a motorcycle taxi or public transport passing by. But after almost half an hour of waiting, none of them passed by.

Because it was almost too late to go to college, he walked. Fifteen minutes later, there was a motor that stopped next to him.

" Want a ride, mbak?" a young man took off his helmet and smiled at Zahra.

" Is this a motorcycle taxi guy?"

" No, it just happened to pass by. Want a graduation, huh? Let me drop you off, the show's about to start."

" How much do I have to pay to get to college?"

" No need to pay with money, but there are conditions."

" What's the condition, Mom?"

" When I get to the new campus, I'll tell you. Let's go up, ten more minutes the show starts."

Because he did not want to be late, Zahra went straight to the motorcycle of the man she did not know without thinking.

Arriving at the campus, Zahra immediately got off the motorbike and was about to run. But just one step, his hand was pulled by the man who was still sitting on his motorcycle.

" Don't run away, you'll have to accept my terms."

" Yes, tell me what conditions do you ask for?"

" Be my wife, let me go inside."

" What...?"

" Some time the show starts, let's go in!"

Flashback off!

" Mother... Which father?" rama asked who had just woken up.

" Wake up, le... Dad's ahead, come along! Mother is making breakfast."

" There's an omelet, Bun?"

" There, baby, you love eggs."

" That's Rama's favorite food, Bun."

Azzam who had just finished sharpening his machete, immediately put it in a safe place and then entered his son.

" What's going on? It looks like a lot?" ask Azzam.

" dad... Rama wants a toy car - mobilan." whine Rama.

" Don't get too pampered, Dad. Ndak is good for his future." - Zahra.

" It's okay, Mother. Not often either, Mother also wants something?"

" No, as long as we can eat enough."

Azzam hugged his wife from behind and kissed her cheeks gently. Although life is simple, but the harmony of their household can not be compared with anything.

" What would you do for Rama now?" whiskey Azzam.

" What the hell, Mom! Rama is still small, don't be weird." said Zahra flat.

" Thank you for being my wife. The mother of my son, although I can't give you luxury, you've always been patient with me."

" No need to thank you, I'm happy to be your wife, the mother of your child. Until death do you part, I will always be by your side both joy and sorrow."

" dad... Rama's gonna be hugged too!" rama almost cried.

Azzam and Zahra smiled at their son. Azzam immediately carried the tiny body and kissed it many times.

" Dad's son need not be jealous, Daddy loves Rama and Mommy."

After breakfast, Azzam went straight to the rice fields to take care of vegetable crops and chili plants that are ready for harvest. Fortunately, Zahra has a rice field heritage from her parents although not extensive, but enough to finance their daily lives.

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" Azzam Mas... You can ask for a little vegetables, right? I don't have the money to buy side dishes at the stall." said a middle-aged woman.

" Please, Mom. Take it yourself as needed by the mother, the important thing is not to overdo it. There are still many others who need it as well" Azzam said.

" Thank you, son. You are a good child, may Allah always make provision for you and your family."

" Aamiin, ma'am. May it be revealed by Allah SWT."

After picking vegetables and chili, the middle-aged mother immediately said goodbye to go home. There is a sense of happiness in the heart of Azzam when it can help people around him.

A few more days the chili is ready for harvest. Azzam will usually be assisted by two neighbors who are close to him. They are single people who do not have a regular job.

Agus and Cahyo had been working in the rice fields since Azzam married Zahra and managed the rice fields inherited from his parents.

" Azzam... Why do you give free vegetables every day to the citizens? They should buy, not ask." said Agus.

" It's okay, we don't have money to give. So this vegetable that we plant will become a field of reward in the Hereafter."

" ah... Mas Azzam has thought about the afterlife, lha wong we still want to urip suwe." said Cahyo.

" We don't know what God's destiny is like, no one knows if five minutes later the angel Izro'il arrives and comes to fetch."

" Azzam don't scare us. We are not married yet" said Cahyo.

" Yes, if Azzam mas delicious, have a beautiful wife like Zahra mbak. He was the village flower that became the struggle of the youth and widows in this village even though it was still school" said Agus.

" You know my wife, Gus?"

" Yes, Mas. Zahra has always helped me learn. At that time I was still in first grade Junior High School and then Zahra was first class High School. Because our house is close together, so every day we study together."

" Did she have a boyfriend in high school?"

" It seems not, Mas. lha wong every day help his father in the rice fields, there is no time for dating."

Azzam was proud of his wife. He remembers the first time he saw a simple girl on campus. After following the girl for one week in silence, Azzam finally did the action right when Zahra graduated.

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