Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Harvests

Azzam morning - early in the morning already in his rice field with Agus and Cahyo. They harvest chili peppers that are already red in color. Fortunately, the price of chili is currently rising and the harvest is also more.

" Azzam mas today will not finish harvesting for one plot only, because there are many chili." said Cahyo.

" Thank God, Yo. May it be a blessing to all of us." said Azzam.

" Aamiin... later transferred to the city what was the skull taken, Mas?" ask Agus.

" It just so happens that the skull can not come, we will transport it with a motor only."

" Later let me be the same Agus, Mas who went to the city."

" No, I want to buy a toy for Rama. This one's only thirty kilos."

" Ready, Boss! We have to be quick to pick it up so we can get thirty kilos. Allan...!" shouted Agus.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zahra came to the rice field to send breakfast to her husband and friends. While challenging, Zahra held Rama behind while carrying a flask in her other hand.

" Assalamu'alaikum" Zahra said.

" Wa'alaikumsalam... Is the cooking done, Dek?" sahut Azzam's.

" Yes, Mas. Soon I will also be teaching."

" Thank you, Deck. You can still send food here."

" Take Agus with Cahyo for breakfast first, Mas."

" Yes, Deck. Just call them first."

They had breakfast together in a small saung that Azzam made. Zahra feeds Rama painstakingly before she eats for herself.

" Deck, you should eat too. Let Mas feed Rama" said Azzam.

" No need, Mom. It's also over."

" You'll be late for school, Dek. Why not just take the bike?"

" Zahra can walk, Mas. So Rama I'll take you with me, huh? Cook again, so let's not take it."

" Let it be here, Dek. Precisely if at school will disturb you teach."

" Yes, Ma'am. Later we can change the guard Rama all rest." proposed Agus.

" Yes, if you are willing to take care of Rama. Thanks, huh?"

" Same - same, Ma'am."

After breakfast, Zahra left to teach. Zahra taught as an honorary teacher in her village. He wants to take advantage of the knowledge he got while in college and also the wishes of his parents who want their children to be useful people for the community.

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Eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Zahra reached home and saw her husband feeding Rama on the terrace. Agus and Cahyo were also there weighing the chili to be deposited into the city later in the afternoon.

" Assalamu'alaikum." said Zahra.

" Wa'alaikumsalam." they answered in unison.

" uh... Mother has come home." said Azzam to his son.

" Hey mom's favorite... just ate?" Zahra sat in front of her smiling son.

" Father is not a favorite" Azzam said.

" Cieee... Cieee... there are jealous, fortunately the so-called beloved is not us." said Agus while glancing at Cahyo.

" I'm dear to Zahra, windfall so drag." said Cahyo while grinning.

" What's the matter?" ask Agus wonder.

" Just look at Azzam's gaze, if we get fired, where do we want to get windfall?" sulk Cahyo.

" Father's son. yuk just come in, justin mother dear - mole outside." ketus Azzam while carrying Rama into the house.

" Ish. juragan chili can be sambek as well." seloroh Agus.

" Ojo, by the way! No kowe kengo. (don't talk anymore! I fire you later.)" threatened Zahra.

Zahra immediately followed Azzam into the room. The husband seemed to be sleeping Rama who had evaporated many times.

" Mas_..."

" Ssttt...net - clean first there!"

" Yes..."

After cleaning up, Zahra lay down next to her husband. Azzam hugged Rama. Zahra hugged her husband from behind tightly.

" What the hell, Dek? If you want to ask for rations later tonight." murmured Azzam.

" Don't worry about you, Mom! Who wants to ask for rations." Zahra murmured while taking off her arms.

" Are you tired? Want a Mas's massage...?" whiskey Azzam.

" No need, Mas who is more tired of work than morning in the rice field" said Zahra Lirih.

" I'm sorry, huh? I haven't been able to provide enough for you. Never give up accompanying Mas who is looking for calm in this heart." lirih Azzam while drowning Zahra's face into his chest.

" Happy heart? What do you mean by saying that?" Zahra looked up at her husband.

" Eh.no, honey. Just just to talk. Maybe the tired effect of running out of the rice fields." lirih Azzam.

" We've been married for three years, don't hide anything from me."

" Yes, baby..take the wudlu first! We are mumpung Rama sleeping." Azzam said.

Although there was still something in Zahra's heart, but she did not want to increase the burden on her husband's mind.

" Yes, Mas..."

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After praying together, Azzam invited Zahra to rest. While Agus and Cahyo returned to the rice fields to pick chili because the harvest had not reached the target this morning.

" Why bring chili alone anyway?" zahra Rajuk.

" Why...? Want to come... hmm?" sahut Azzam's.

" Why come along? Later told to sit on the chili," Zahra murmured.

" Isa..my beautiful wife can sulk too." Azzam pinched Zahra's nose.

" Aahhh.. hurts, Mas!"

" Yuk yuk last night?"

" What the hell, Mas! Noon's like this mbok yeah don't be weird."

" Sin, refuse the husband!"

" Huh.it's up to you. You used to love maksa." Zahra grumbled.

" So you're supposed to marry Mas? You're not going through this marriage?"

Azzam looked at his wife and then got out of bed. Azzam sat on the porch smoking a cigarette that he had left behind since he married Zahra. Maybe the cigarette belonged to Agus or Cahyo who was left behind.

" Well...! Since when do you smoke?" Zahra immediately snatched the cigarette in her husband's hand.

Azzam who was shocked immediately stood up. He looked at his wife's horror face. It is certain that the wife will be angry seven days and seven nights. Azzam was surprised when his wife's hand squeezed the still burning cigarette in his hand.

" Zahra...! What the hell are you doing? Don't hurt yourself!"

Azzam immediately grabbed his wife's hand and threw away the smashed cigarette butts. He did not think of his wife's silly behavior.

" Look...! Your hands are hurt like this, let's go in!"

Zahra just kept quiet without daring to look at her husband. Maybe she felt guilty for yelling at her husband. Azzam took the ointment to treat his wound.

" I'm sorry." Just one word came out of the mouth of the hijab-wearing woman.

" For what? You're not wrong, forget what I said back in the room."

" Didn't you believe me?"

" Already, Deck. No need to talk about it, love is with you. Forgive me for imposing my will on you."

" Well... Adek never felt compelled to marry you. Even though we were married without love, I believe Mas is someone who has been recorded in my destiny as a mate, God willing the world of the hereafter."

" Thank you, Deck. You are the angel of heaven that God sent for me. I hope I can keep you happy despite living with simplicity."

" Happy doesn't have to be rich, Mom."

Azzam kissed his wife's entire face with anxiety. I don't want to be far from my beloved wife.

" One round yuk? Before Rama wakes up and messes with our fun." whispered Azzam.

" Hmm.. carry," whine Zahra.

Azzam widened his smile and carried his wife's body into the room next to his son's room.

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TB

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