Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
What a tiring day

The holidays are over and now Azzam is back with his activities, as well as Zahra who returned to teaching. Both are hard workers who are not tired.

" Mum, so rent land for vegetable land?" ask Zahra while making breakfast.

" Yes, Deck. The rent has been paid for the next year." replied Azzam.

" Don't you have a regular customer who will buy the vegetables?"

" Don't worry about that, baby. Everything is taken care of well. But_..."

" But what, Mas?"

" Mas will often go to town to take care of the sale and try to find a more promising business there."

" Did I feel like I was living less like this?"

Azzam sighed slowly while looking at his wife who was still busy in front of the stove. He is comfortable living with his wife and children in this village. But Azzam also can not forever hide from the past.

" Not so, Deck. We only think about the future of our children. Do you want our son to be the heir to his father who's just a vegetable farmer?"

" It's up to you, the important thing is halal."

" Thank you, Deck. You always support every step I take."

Whether since when the man had moved, Zahra was shocked when a hand coiled around her stomach. Azzam is very romantic for the size of people who live in the countryside.

Azzam never gives luxury, but every need must be as long as there is. He did not want to look excessive in material matters.

Zahra never knew and did not want to ask about anything her husband did as long as it was in a natural and not deviant way. Zahra often saw Azzam who always struggled with his laptop in the middle of the night.

Has Zahra ever asked? Of course and the answer is to want to sell vegetables online like most people today.

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Today Azzam went back to the city to take care of his work. Looks like Azzam will be going to town often for his new business dealings.

" Zam, is everything done?"

Rayyan sat opposite Azzam at a cafe. After school, Rayyan followed Azzam to the city.

" Already, I have to go home soon after this. Zahra must have felt like I was ignoring her at the end of the day. Rama also lacks attention because I have to go home early in the morning."

" The one called life must fight, Zam. I'm sure Zahra can understand how you are right now. Why don't you just move here so you don't go back and forth every day."

" Can't be now, Ray. It's too risky, I don't want Zahra and Rama to be victims of my past."

" Hurry back before everything breaks. Only you can save everything."

" I'll think about it later, you take care of it all the same with Deni."

Rayyan leaned her back on the chair while wriggling slowly. Today was a tiring day, riding on a motorcycle from village to town which covered a distance of about an hour more. If not for the future, maybe Rayyan prefers to sleep at home.

" Ok, I'm back to take care of the job. Maybe midnight has just arrived in the village. Tell Zahra not to wait for dinner."

" Shitt! Don't ever bother my wife!" furious Azzam.

" Hahahaa...he's my sister-in-law, what's wrong with me being close to her?" seringai Rayyan's.

Rayyan was indeed very happy to make Azzam's anger overflow. When else could tease the bucolic man before her.

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Azzam arrived home ahead of Maghrib. After cleaning up, Azzam prayed in Mushola as usual before playing with Rama.

" Deck, cook what...?" ask Azzam while playing in a remote car with his son.

" Cooked soto chicken, Mas. It'll be ripe soon, please take the rice, okay?" zahra Pinta.

They always do both. Taking care of the children they also do together. Although they were tired, they never complained. Gratitude continues to be extended for the favors they get.

" Wahhh. Prepare the rice and the dishes first."

" Bang Ray's at home, Mas? Ask to eat together."

" Rayyan goes, Deck. He said he came home late last night."

" Where did I meet you?"

" Mmm. earlier Mas telfon him, had asked please take care of Rama if you are busy."

" Zahra is never busy in the afternoon, Mas. To the rice field is not allowed, want to busy gossip with neighbors?"

" Don't dong, honey. Can't hibah, later afraid to be slander."

After everything was ready at the dinner table, Azzam carried Rama to dinner soon. The boy was rarely fussy except when he was in a state of illness.Usai dinner, Zahra put Rama to sleep because the night was getting late.

" Deck, are you tired today?" ask Azzam lirih.

" Tumben asked that? What's up, Mas?" sahut Zahra wonder.

" No, sleep when you're tired."

Zahra got out of bed and approached Azzam, who was sitting in a single chair. The man was sitting and slightly yawning.

" Today must have been exhausting for me. Want a Zahra massage...?"

" You're the best wife, thank you, my dear."

Zahra pulled her husband into bed. But not the bed occupied by Rama, but in the next room.

" Mas tenggurap let Zahra easily mijitnya."

" Hmmm.His feet first baby."

Azzam felt very relaxed with his wife's massage. His tiredness instantly disappeared when he saw the smiles on the faces of his son and wife.

" Dear, here lies beside Mas." Pinta Azzam.

Zahra complied and laid down her body beside her husband. It felt tired to also massage the entire body of her husband's large and muscular.

" Today what are you doing in town?" lirih Zahra's.

Azzam sighed softly before staring at his wife's innocent face. He lied, and his wife believed everything he said.

" Sure to know...?" goda Azzam's.

" Your...!" whining Zahra.

Zahra pinched her husband's waist and hugged him tightly. The most comfortable place is in the arms of the beloved husband.

" Huhhh... What is this sign that my wife is spoiled like this?" Azzam kissed his wife's forehead softly.

" What omens? Don't switch the conversation, focus on the answer to my question!"

" But promise not to be angry?"

" why? Is he hiding something from me?"

" Mmm... What is it...? Tumben is very curious about the activities of Mas today?"

" Yes... like that, just want to know what my husband is doing in the city? Hasn't he been to town so rarely? Why do we leave almost every day?"

" Just a job, Deck."

" Yes, but what job? Now that it's planting time, it's impossible to send vegetables, right?" cecar Zahra's.

Azzam felt amused himself to see the behavior of the wife who is now riding her body just to get an answer.

" Hmm. It depends on how you seduce me. If it works, Mas will tell." seduced Azzam while smiling ignorantly.

" Alright, don't regret asking that of me." Zahra sneered.

The woman who is usually very graceful and gentle is increasingly wriggling on the body of her husband who is smiling amusedly. I don't know where his wife went to act strange like this. Azzam closed his eyes, enjoying every touch of his wife. Learn from where her halal lover was so unlike usual to behave more wild.

" Ahh.. baby!" screeched Azzam as his wife bit her neck and gave a sign of ownership there.

" What do you like?" whispered Zahra teasing.

" Dear..don't torture me like this." cried Azzam.

" Did I give up...?" zahra seringai.

" O...! Finish this and Mas will tell the story." raceau Azzam.

" Sorry, Zahra wants to see Rama first. Afraid she would wake up and cry." whispered Zahra and then moved from her husband's body.

" Dear...!" pekik Azzam was upset.

Zahra had already run to the next room leaving Azzam holding something that would be painful if it continued like that.

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