Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Husband's room

" Can I ask you something?" Kaivan.

" See what, sir?" Zahra put down the plate she was holding.

" You clean that up first, you go straight up!"

" Okay, Mister."

Zahra again cleaned the table and brought dirty dishes to the kitchen for washing. He was a little confused by Kaivan's vague request. But Zahra doesn't want negative thinking, she believes Kaivan is a good person.

Finished cleaning the kitchen, Zahra rushed to Kaivan's room. Since the door was wide open, Zahra went straight in.

" Sir, what's up...?"

" Ra... I want to change. I want to do good, all this time my life is full of sin." Kaivan said.

" Mister Kaivan is a good man and will forever be good. No matter what our environment is, what matters is our own heart. Despite being in a mud pit, the name of the diamond must still be shiny" said Zahra softly.

" But letting those around me commit crimes, how is it different from me?"

" Mister better rest let the mind calm down. Rara wakes up at two."

" Thank you, Ra. Oh yes, I bought a young coconut on the side of the road. You take it in the trunk of the car keep telling the bodyguards to peel it. You can drink it if you want, others break, keep it in the fridge."

" Sure sir bought a young coconut? Just know that I want that again, sir."

Kaivan smiled at a glance then lay down on his bed. He tried to sleep for a while before returning to work.

" Mister.." call Zahra slowly.

" Hmm.. Close the door and rest! Later that night cook fried gurameh same stir-fry kale huh?" Kaivan replied while closing his eyes.

" Cooking for everything or just for the Master?"

" She rarely eats at home except breakfast. Cook for me, all for yourself."

" good, Sir. Mm... Mister,"

" Otherwise, Ra?"

" Mm... Are the rooms next door not cleaned as well? Is there a special maid who cleans it as well as me? But from that time it seemed like the room was empty? His brother sir is leaving, huh?"

" Hhh... My brother hasn't been home in a long time. The room was always locked, I didn't let anyone in."

" How long has the room been empty, sir? It must be dirty, sorry if he arrives home and his room can not be used."

" Yes, you'll clean up after I get back to work. Remember that! Don't let me down, lock it up again when you're done cleaning it."

" good, Sir. Have a good rest, I'm out first." said Zahra.

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After escorting Kaivan to the front door, Zahra rushed back upstairs to clean the room Kaivan said belonged to her brother.

" O God, this is so dirty. Until there are cobwebs - the profits too." murmured Zahra.

Zahra stared at the photo on the wall of her room. Although full of dust, it is still clear who is in the photo.

" Well, now I'm in your room. Turns out you're a real conglomerate, I never thought you'd be rich."

Zahra cleaned the dust-filled books with a duster and a rag before cleaning the bed and floor.

" My husband's room, when do you think I can occupy this room with Mas Azzam and Rama." Zahra's inner self smiling.

Zahra saw - see photos of Azzam from childhood to adulthood. The man looks very handsome and clean. In contrast to now, Azzam looks dull and his skin blackened because every day working in the rice fields.

" Are you tormented by a simple life with me, Mom? From childhood you have been used to living luxuriously, while I only gave you a burden." - Zahra.

Zahra became doubtful with the phrase that every day spoken from Azzam and himself about 'happiness should not be rich'. Is Azzam really able to live in such a state of consciousness like himself?

" If I could choose, I'd rather not know your past. I'd rather you were simple, working hot - hot in the rice fields but there's always time with the wife's son." Zahra shed tears on her husband's photo.

Sweat drenched Zahra's body, which now mopped the floor. Although tired, he remains excited in doing his work until it does not feel the time is almost maghrib.

" It's finally done too." murmured Zahra relieved.

After everything was clean, Zahra rushed to lock the room again and then went down to take a shower. After Maghrib he had to cook quickly before Kaivan came home.

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" Assalamu'alaikum." cried Kaivan in front of Zahra who was engrossed in daydreaming.

" Uh... Astarghfirullah... Wa'alaikumsalam, sir." said Zahra in shock.

The servants who accidentally saw the smile and also the greeting of Kaivan that they had just heard. Who is not surprised, since Mr. Zaid married again, there are no more smiles and laughter like before. Only a few servants survived Mr. Zaid's request to his second wife.

" Dreaming of what, Ra?" Kaivan holds out his briefcase to Zahra to keep in her room.

" Nothing, Sir. Mr. Zaid and the Madam haven't come home yet?"

" They have their own business outside, no need to wait for them. Put the bag in the room and keep me eating."

" Mister. I dare not eat here, afraid Madam is angry" Zahra said.

Zahra was uncomfortable from being too close to Kaivan. There will be problems if there are servants who do not like him.

" Why, Ra...?"

" It's just rude, sir. Especially if later there are other servants who do not like to be able to make me uncomfortable working here."

" Okay, but you have to eat too."

" Yes, Sir."

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Meanwhile, inside Rayyan's apartment.

Azzam was angry - angry was unclear because Zahra had not contacted him in the morning even though it was just a short message. The anger of Azzam makes Rayyan dizzy because Rama also cried and ended up in his carrier to sleep.

" Zam.. Can you just shut up for a second!" annoyed Rayyan.

" How can I be quiet, Ray! Zahra from the morning had no news at all" Azzam said frustratedly.

" You should know Zahra's current position, Zam. He's fighting not a vacation!"

" Did he not remember me a little?"

" It's only been a day, don't screw up this mission!"

Bima arrived - suddenly came and stood on the doorstep. Rayyan did tell her apartment code to Bima so that they would be easier to keep Rama. Azzam also had to work occasionally and leave Rama on Rayyan or Bima.

" Did Zahra call you?" ask Azzam.

" Not yet, it's not time for a break for the servants yet. You should know the rules in your house, Zam."

" It's all different, that woman has taken control of my house."

Rayyan took the sleeping Rama into her room. If you sleep with Azzam, fear that the child is not taken care of.

" So Darren said that Zahra could easily get into Al Farizy's house with Kaivan. Your wife looks really happy there" Bima said.

" Did he also work like this a lot before?" ask Azzam.

" No, usually he's just a bodyguard for kids. I did not give him a full job because he was still in college with a scholarship. He's just escorting when the kids are in school and on holidays."

" Why are you telling him to do this mission now?"

" Because Zahra asked. I know the enemy of Kali is no ordinary mafia. Your stepmother is Radit's sister, the hard-to-conquest mafia."

" But it could risk his life, Bim!"

Bima rubbed her face rough. It was not he who ordered it, but Zahra who forced it. Zahra has indeed done a mission like this but abroad during the semester break. For martial arts, that woman need not be in doubt. From a small age, he has been practicing taekwondo in his village. While being a member of Tiger White, Bima also gave various kinds of martial arts training.

" Don't worry, he has also done more difficult missions than this" said Bima.

The clock had shown at nine in the evening and Azzam had not yet moved from the sofa where he was sitting. He was very worried about his wife. Until a call came into his phone, he immediately grabbed his phone quickly.

" Yahra...!"

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