Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
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Azzam lay beside his wife while waiting for Ashar. Remembering his wife's sharp gaze earlier made Azzam think that he did not know fully the nature of his wife. All this time he saw, the wife was always gentle and looked like a weak woman.

" Dear.." call Azzam Iirih.

" What the hell, Mas?" sahut Zahra flat.

" You're angry...?"

" No."

" Must be a lie? You're still angry, right?"

" Oh my God, my... What the hell are you? Want to get angry?" pissed Zahra.

Who is not upset that Azzam did not release his grip on the clothes worn by Zahra. Maybe Azzam's guilt for not being honest about his identity in the first place. Azzam loved Zahra very much, no doubt about that.

" It's not so, baby. I feel so guilty for you. I'm sorry, huh? My past is so bad since five years ago."

" Why not tell me from the beginning? Whatever has happened to you will not change how I feel about you. We met not by chance, but all of this is God's destiny. We marry for a soul mate, without us having to know and sin. I never regret marrying you, we will face all of this together." said Zahra softly.

" Thank you, baby. I promise I won't let you down again."

Azzam hugged his wife's body tightly. Without realizing it, tears flowed from both eyes. The feeling of haru and happiness can not be expressed with words. His wife is amazing, kind, beautiful, smart and simple. He never complained despite his lack of life.

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After Isya', Azzam, Zahra and Rayyan had dinner together. The two grown men looked awkward to just talk. Usually they are always noisy about trivial things.

" Rama... Is it the same papa? Eat it fed to papa." Rayyan took Rama from Zahra's lap.

" Papa.. play!" babble Rama.

" Yes, eat first play, baby."

" Main...!" sentak Rama's.

" Ok, play it while you eat?"

Rayyan felt overwhelmed because it turned out that the little boy was active - actively running. He likes to rebel when he's in a cradle. He always wanted to run and often climbed into his own chair and bed.

" How long do you take care of Rama?" ledek Zahra's.

" Your son is getting more active today, Za. Do I need to find a babysitter." lamented Rayyan.

" No, Zahra can still take care of her. Brother ate there, Zahra and Mas Azzam are done."

" Alright, half an hour nyapin he's not sprawling either. I'm surprised, you two are so patient with a little kid."

After dinner, Zahra brought Rama into the room. The boy looked sleepy after eating and tired of playing.

" Ray... are you sure papa is also a victim...?" lirih Azzam's.

" Yes, Zam. I could see the look on his face that looked like a depressed person." Rayyan said.

Azzam remembered the last time he saw his mother. The woman with the beautiful face could only cry as she was chased away by her papa. All the guards and servants were also replaced on that day.

His father haughtily took a woman whom he had married two years earlier. Azzam could still accept when his father remarried, but when the woman wanted to stay in one house, Azzam became very angry. At that time his mother Azzam also arrived - suddenly sick, but should not be taken to the hospital.

" So Rama is asleep" said Zahra, sitting beside him.

" Tumben's not fussy, Dek. Is Rama exhausted? It'll be the night of waking up again, is tomorrow taken to the massage place?" sahut Azzam's.

" No, I'll massage myself."

" Oh yeah, here hug Mas first." whining Azzam spoiled like a child.

" Cihhh...! If you want to make fun I'll just go home!" ketus Rayyan's.

Azzam smiled mockingly while hugging his spoiled wife. I don't think he wants to part with his wife.

" Well, Azzam...! Don't be weird - weird you are, now we're talking seriously" Zahra said.

" Hhh.. Just a minute, Yang." Azzam murmured.

" Za, do you have a plan?" ask Rayyan.

" Look... I will enter the Azzam house." replied Zahra.

" No, Deck. It's very dangerous, Rama too how will you go?"

" Rama is like Mas Azzam, you must also prepare when the time comes."

" Deck, you don't take any chances! You don't want to be fucked."

" Let's just relax, Zahra doesn't work alone."

Zahra exhaled slowly, looking at her husband who looked very innocent. Isn't that businessman used to dealing with the mafia world?

" Tomorrow we're going to the city to ask for help. After school we leave immediately" said Zahra.

" Who's gonna help us, baby."

" Tomorrow I will meet them."

" Have you made an appointment with them?" ask Rayyan.

" Already, tomorrow we meet in the south square."

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The night has changed with the day. Zahra was already preparing to leave for the city. Rama is already in his trunk, while Azzam and Rayyan are on their respective bikes.

" She, Rama's bag is put in front, right?"

" Yes, Deck. Let's not make it harder later. Rama's still sleeping, huh? No matter what the heat brings - this kind of heat?"

" It's okay, Mother's child is very strong."

" Wait, Deck. Tumben you're wearing those pants? Usually wear a skirt or a robe?"

" Why...? Can't do? Zahra usually wears jeans before marriage. Because my job is to be a teacher, so it's not polite right now."

" You have a secret that you don't know, baby."

The journey traveled tens of kilometers and spent an hour more because Azzam drove his motorbike at medium speed so that Rama was comfortable in a sling Zahra.

" Well, we'll go to Bima Cafe?" zahra said as they reached the city.

" You gonna make a deal there, Dek? Who the hell did you say the same?"

" Later Zahra knew the same person, Mas."

After arriving at the cafe, Zahra immediately entered with Azzam and Rayyan. Rama now turns in Rayyan's arms so Zahra can relax her hand muscles.

" Miss, you've been waiting in the upper room." welcome one of the employees but don't look like a waiter.

" Thank you, how are you?" sahut Zahra friendly.

Zahra seemed to have gotten very close to the owner of the cafe. All employees were friendly and respectful to him.

" I'm good, Miss. Long time no see, did something happen?"

" Yes, I'm in trouble and need her help."

Zahra and the others were escorted to the third floor. Arriving in front of a room, the man standing firmly knocked on the door.

Geck... Geck... Tok...!

Repeatedly knocking, but there is no authentication from within. The man felt a little uneasy towards Zahra because the boss seemed to be busy.

" I'm sorry, Miss. Looks like the boss can't be bothered right now."

" But he's inside, right?"

" Yes, Miss. Boss is inside with _..."

" What is his old habit still doing?"

" Mm... About it_..."

" There's no need for you to answer, I already know the answer." said Zahra annoyed.

Azzam and Rayyan were astonished by Zahra's sudden attitude. None of them dared to ask.

" Yama...! Out you...! You depraved...! Open door...!" zahra shouted while kicking the door hard.

Shortly after, the door opened and displayed a handsome male figure with random hair and clothes. He glanced at the watch in his hand to confirm something.

" Hey. honey,"

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TB

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