Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Go to town

After the Ashar prayer, Azzam prepared - ready to leave for the city. Zahra sat on the terrace watching Rama play.

" Deck, I'm home a little late. No need to wait, you just sleep first." said Azzam.

" How long, Mom? It's usually home."

" Want to meet old friends in town, have a little business."

" Not an ex-boyfriend, is it?"

" O Allah.. Since when is my bidadar this possessive?" goda Azzam's.

" Well..ihh...! Go there...!" murmur Zahra.

" She won't leave behind an angry wife, there's no blessing no matter how far I go."

Zahra held Rama who was playing on the terrace. He brought the child into the house.

" Dek... Why are you, anyway?" azzam who entered the house.

" Go! Hope your business is done quickly and quickly return to this house, Mas."

" dear... Mas go just between chili peppers, it won't be long."

" Please promise not to leave us?"

" Yes, I promise to be with you all my life, because you are my life..."

Azzam hugged his wife tightly. Not usually the wife whines like that. Rama hugged his mother even though he did not know what was going on.

" Dek, what's wrong with you? Same story Mas, don't worry Mas."

" God doesn't know either, Mom. I want to go with you."

" The next time we walk into the city huh? Now don't be sad, I'll bring it by - by."

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At half-five in the afternoon, Azzam had arrived at the middleman's house. After the transaction was completed, he immediately resigned and continued to travel to a famous restaurant not far from the campus where Zahra attended first.

" Assalamu'alaikum" said Azzam.

" Wa'alaikumsalam has come you, I've waited half an hour here." said the young man in front of Azzam.

" What else is it?" ask Azzam to the point.

" Azzam!"

" Self...? Since when did you defend them.hah!"

" It's not like that, Zam. it's just_..."

" enough! I have to go home, my wife's son is waiting."

" When, Zam? Do you think living in such a corner can make your wife's child happy? They must want abundant material."

" Shut up! It's none of your business, don't mess with my life anymore...!"

Azzam got up from his seat and immediately left in the presence of a young man who was being interpreted the same age as him. From the conversation of the two, they seem to have known each other for a long time.

" One day you'll come back, Zam." murmured the man.

Azzam parked his bike in front of a toy store. Yesterday Rama asked for a car - a car because he was bored with old toys. After buying the toys, Azzam went to a jewelry store and bought a necklace for his wife.

" Azzam...!" yelled someone from behind.

" You again? What are you doing here? Followed me?" sahut Azzam ketus.

" Zam, I won't stop chasing you."

" Deni. I've told you many times. I don't have any business with them."

" Well, but at least you give me your address if there's something I can tell you one day."

" You keep my number, I don't want my family to be distracted by your arrival."

" Fine. I won't bother you, if I'm honest, I want to protect you."

" Protect me?"

" Yes, the mood is bad right now. Someone's after your life, take care of your new family. I'm leaving first, lest anyone suspect we're meeting."

" You too, take care of her safety..."

" I know you're worried about her, I'll take care of her for you. Greetings to your wife and child, I will visit someday." said Deni.

" Don't even come without me asking!"

" Ready, Boss..."

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Azzam soon returned to the village because it was almost maghrib. He stopped by the nearest mosque for maghrib prayers. He bought food for his wife and children. From the first his wife really likes rice padang, while his son bought a lot of snacks.

After the Maghrib prayer, Azzam continued his journey to his hometown. It was getting dark and the road to the village was getting quiet. Not many vehicles pass because the village is on the city limits.

Kumandang Isya prayer', Azzam is only half way to the direction where he lives. Find the nearest mosque so as not to miss a lot of time later.

After Isya's prayer, Azzam hurriedly left the mosque. But just a few minutes out of the mosque area, there are several motorcycles that follow it.

" There's no way Deni's following me, is there?" mumbling Azzam.

Azzam speed up the speed of his motorbike because the road is quiet because it passes through the road on the right and left are planted with sugar cane.

" Stop...!" shouted the person whose face was still covered in a helmet with a machete in his hand.

" Athaghfirullah...! So they robbed, "inner Azzam.

If tested, Azzam doubted whether he could win. Because they were five people, he doubted his ability to fight them. Azzam had not honed his martial arts for a long time, since marrying Zahra only sports in the room almost every night.

One of the villains intercepted Azzam's motor ahead so he quickly pulled the brakes. Inevitably Azzam had to face them because he could not avoid anymore.

Azzam got off the bike and took off his helmet. By saying the do'a of salvation in his heart, he stared calmly at the criminals.

" I'm sorry... I'm in a hurry, can I go?" azzam said politely.

" Cihh... hand over all your things can go...!" say one of them.

" You have no right to the things I own, except me sincerely for you."

" Haisssha...! Alms you said? We're robbers, not beggars!"

" I'm not saying you're beggars... Achaghfirullah,"

" Hit him...!"

The fight is inevitable. Azzam swiftly repelled the opponent's attack calmly. There is no emotion in every attack because it is the main key in facing the enemy 'calm, alert and alert.'

It only took ten minutes, Azzam could take out the five robbers. There were no serious injuries on Azzam's body, only slight bruises possibly on his back from blunt force blows.

" That's it. You're wasting your time and energy. Better to find a good job to support the family. Do not let you regret giving a haram for children and wives." said Azzam then took a helmet and wore it.

Azzam left those who were still lying in the middle of the road. Although he did not make them seriously injured, but it took a few days to recover from bruises and pain.

At half-nine, Azzam arrived home. The wife on the porch was waiting for him. As soon as the motorbike was parked, Zahra immediately welcomed the arrival of her husband.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Mother.." greet Azzam with a smile.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas... How long is the return?" sahut Zahra is worried.

" Hmm.. Come on in! Please help me get this stuff."

Azzam handed some bags of crackle into his wife's hands and the rest he brought himself. Azzam knew his wife was anxious but he smiled broadly. Arriving in the living room, Azzam immediately sat followed by Zahra who had followed behind him.

" What the hell are you, Dek? How come his face doesn't have a smile?" ask Azzam wonder.

" It's okay, right?"

" Hmm. it doesn't seem. There's something I want to tell you."

" What...?"

" Actually it's _..."

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TB

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