Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
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Zahra went into the room where her son was lying on the bed. While smiling amusedly, Zahra grabbed the milk bottle to make a new one because Rama had indeed woken up.

" For a moment baby, Mother make milk first" said Zahra softly.

" Where are you going.. hmm?" Azzam clutched his wife's body tightly.

" Athaghfirullah, Mommy...! You don't bother me, '" Zahra murmured.

" You're the outrageous, Deck! Don't you see how it is right now?"

Seeing the look on her husband's tangled face made Zahra chuckle. He forgot that his son was waiting to drink milk.

" Rama wakes up, Mas. Didn't you see her son wake up for milk?"

" Well, you have so many reasons. Let me make milk. After this you can't run away from me." threatened Azzam.

Azzam immediately went from his wife's side to the kitchen. Deftly he scratched the formula milk into a bottle and mixed with warm water.

" Dear, this is the milk."

" Thank you, Dad."

Not until fifteen minutes, Rama went back to sleep after drinking his milk. Azzam quickly carried his wife's body into the next room before there were many reasons to reject him.

" Didn't have much patience!" gerutu Zahra's.

" I can't stand it, Yang. You tease him no matter what." said Azzam.

Zahra kissed Azzam's cheek gently as the man laid him on the bed. Azzam immediately did what he should have done earlier.

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Azzam awoke as the adzan shubuh reverberated. Because his body was too tired last night, Azzam did not realize that his wife was not next to him.

" When did my bidadar move?" mumbled Azzam while rising from his bed.

In the next room, Zahra was still fast asleep while hugging her son. Azzam who wants to go to the bathroom only uses a sarong to approach his wife.

" Deck, it's morning.Wake up, and get some warm water for you to take a bath." whispered Azzam.

Azzam went back to the kitchen to cook water before entering the bathroom. He prefers to take a bath with cold water which he says can make his body more fresh.

After taking a bath, Azzam woke up his wife who was still curled up under the covers. Naturally Zahra was still sleepy, just now they were sleeping almost two in the morning. Azzam really did not let go of his wife until his power was completely drained.

" Dear, take a bath first, go to bed again." persuaded Azzam.

" Zahra is still sleepy, Mas." whine Zahra softly.

" Yes, later after the morning prayers can sleep again before going to school."

" Hmm..."

With her eyes half closed, Zahra got out of bed and obeyed her husband's orders even with pursed lips.

Azzam prayed first and then made breakfast while waiting for his wife to take a bath. If he didn't do it, then this whole day must have been just a scolding he had. Women are hard to guess their way of thinking. Which usually looks calm and soft, if it has been snatching then the look in his eyes alone already looks like a dagger that is ready to plunge at any time.

" What cooking is...?" lirih Zahra still with mukena finished praying.

" Cooked fried rice, last night rice is still enough for the three of us to have breakfast. Later Rama I will masakin porridge a little."

Zahra leaned on the back of her husband who was concocting fried rice seasoning. It seems like he was still sleepy because he was still yawning.

" Go to bed, I'll wake up at six for breakfast. Poor my wife lemes like that?" ledek Azzam's.

" Isa..all this is Mas's fault!" pissed Zahra.

" Who was the one who flirted last night?"

" Huh.. anyway later after school should be the same story Zahra!"

" Ready, Madam!"

Finished preparing the breakfast, Rayyan came up with a few bags of crackles in her hand. Apparently he ran out of the market buying groceries to stock in Azzam's house.

" Assalamu'alaikum" said Rayyan.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, what are you bringing...?" reply Zahra.

" It's stock for tomorrow's cook, Za."

" Don't bother, Bang. Zahra is not good if you shop a lot like this continues."

" It's okay, you eat here too."

" Cihhh...! Who's that pay-for-money?" cibir Azzam's.

Zahra kept all the groceries in the refrigerator while Azzam immediately bathed Rama who was already sitting on the bed. Rayyan did not want to be silent, he washed the dirty kitchen utensils after using Azzam cooking earlier.

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" Just got home, Deck?"

" Yes, Mas. Sleepy, from earlier the road staggered at school." complained Zahra.

" Lagian, who told me the spirit of Godain Mas? But... Mas seneng also, last night really - really very satisfied. If you want to do it again, I'm still strong."

" What the hell! Zahra was gonna take Mas' promise last night."

Azzam smiled amusedly at his wife's adorable behavior. He wanted to laugh if he did not remember that his son who had just slept could wake up again.

" What promise, baby? Want to sift last night again? Not satisfied yet?" goda Azzam's.

" Oh my God, my... If you don't remember throwing sandals in the face of the husband is a sin, I've done it since." ketus Zahra.

" Hmm. It's also a sin to talk rudely to your husband, baby."

" That's why the story now!"

" Have you prayed yet?"

" Hehee... I forgot, just a minute, my dear husband."

Zahra immediately ran out of the room after kissing her husband's cheek lightning. She did not want to delay any more to hear the explanation of her husband who often went to the city. Not fifteen minutes later, Zahra was back in the room.

" Mas_..."

" Yes, honey. We'll talk in front, okay? Fear bothers Rama to sleep."

Azzam clasped his wife's hand tightly. He hoped his wife would not be upset by his decision not to seek his approval. Now they sit in the living room.

" Dek... actually Mas has a new business in the city" said Azzam, staring at his wife's face.

" Business...? What business, why never tell Zahra the same story?" cecar Zahra was shocked.

" I'm sorry, Deck. I'm not confident enough to tell you about this. Fear of failure and disappointment."

" How long has it been, Mom?"

Azzam hugged his wife even tighter. Guilt lodged in his heart as the wife increasingly aggressively gave various questions.

" It's been over a year, Deck. Build a restaurant on your campus first."

" What is the result now?"

" Mm... Thank God the results are increasing and Mas opened a new branch in Bali. Sorry, but I'm honest with you now."

" Why did I have to hide all this from Zahra? As a wife, I definitely support everything Mas does as long as the path is right."

" You're not angry, are you, Dek?"

Azzam hoped that his wife would forgive his mistakes. It was not his intention to lie, but there was a reason why he had to cover up the matter.

" No idea, Mom. I've never brought up your past, but not for the future. You always lie to me. What do you think I am...?"

" Deck... I'm sorry, from now on I'll be open about anything to you."

" I think Mas is really sincere with me, but_..."

" dear... I really love you and love you. Please believe me, you're the only one who's willing to accept me."

It hurts when the person closest to us hides something big. It should be as a married couple that should be open to each other in the slightest thing. There should be no secrets that can damage trust.

" Zahra just needs some honesty from Mas, that's all!"

" Secret, from now on there are no secrets between us." said Azzam steady.

" Ok, tomorrow I'm coming to town to see what Mas's doing."

" Huh...! Are you going to town?"

" Why...?"

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