Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Collaboration with Mr. Zaid

Zahra was already in Kaivan's office with a bushel in her hand. Luckily he was picked up by Bima, so they could discuss freely. Kaivan also believes in Bima so that it provides a file of financial statements that are considered awkward at the end of this.

" Sir..want to eat now?" ask Zahra.

" Later on, I have a lot of work. You put it on the table first." Kaivan replied without turning his head.

" Oh yes, I also brought provisions for the Great Lord. May I take you to his room, sir?"

" Why do you have to bring food for him? You're just taking care of me."

" All the way, sir. Just for a moment, I all want to see - look at this office." said Zahra.

Seeing the look on his servant's face, Kaivan finally allows Zahra to give food for her papa to be escorted by Deni.

" Not more than fifteen minutes!" Kaivan.

" Why fifteen minutes, sir?"

" You want to spend the whole day around the office?"

" It's not so, sir. This office is huge, if it's only fifteen minutes what would you like to see?"

" Yes, it's up to you."

" Thank you, kindly Mr. Kaivan."

Zahra cheered in her heart. Finally the opportunity he was waiting for finally came. Zahra immediately took food for her father-in-law.

Tok Tok Tok!

" Login!"

" Good day, Great Lord." said Zahra.

" Day, Rara. What do you need to do here?" sahut Mr. Zaid.

" I'm sorry to interrupt, sir. I was dropping off lunch for Mr. Kaivan. So I'll take it for the Great Lord."

" It shouldn't be a hassle, but thank you."

" It's not a hassle at all, sir. I'm glad to do it."

Zahra looked around like she was looking for something. Mr. Zaid who realized immediately reprimanded Zahra.

" What are you looking for?"

" Eh. No, Sir. I just saw if there's a cctv in this room?"

" Why...?" Mr. Zaid looked at Zahra in wonder.

" Just be ashamed, sir. I'm like an artist just getting on record."

" You exist - there is. There's no cctv in this room, it's my private room."

" Oh yes, Mr. This is the Commissioner of this Company."

Silence was again created in Mr. Zaid's private room. The middle-aged man opened the food supply and took the spoon Zahra offered. Not forgetting the glass of water beside him.

" Please make me some warm sweet tea." ordered Mr. Zaid.

" Okay, Mister."

After Mr. Zaid finished his meal, Zahra looked closely at his father-in-law. Her face that was almost similar to her husband had blank eyes as if there were a lot of burdens in her mind.

" sir... Is there anything I can do for you?" ask Zahra gently.

" No, go!" replied Mr. Zaid slowly.

" It's not about work, sir. You can talk to me about personal matters."

" What do you mean...?"

" I'm sorry if this offends you. I want to ask you about Mrs Rahma."

" Rahma...? You... know my wife?"

Mr. Zaid's gaze was very difficult to interpret. Zahra remembered the look she had seen from her husband. The same gaze when his curiosity was high.

" I just met you last night, sir. Young Master Kaivan invited me to visit him in the pavilion when Madame Nella left."

" Mm... Have you never met Madame Rahma?"

" Three years ago... Huh, can I trust you?"

Mr. Zaid only realized that the person he was talking to right now was a new person a few days at his house. But judging from the look in her eyes, the woman looked like a good and trustworthy person.

" Mister don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

" I don't know what I did wrong in the past until now my life is like hell. My wife and my son are somehow in their present state" said Mr. Zaid.

" Why did you get married to Mrs Nella...?"

" It used to... Nella used to be my lover in her youth. We were almost engaged after college. But that night, as I was visiting her house, I found her with another man in her room. You know for yourself what happened back then, right?" Mr. Zaid sighed softly.

" After deciding to take it off, I met Rahma who was the daughter of her grandfather's client Azzam."

Mr. Zaid recounts his past with his happy son and wife. The story of Azzam who realized in the womb has been spoiled and given luxury facilities to adulthood. Never once did Azzam lack the name of matter or affection.

But the happiness is shattered after Nella comes and threatens to kill Azzam and Rahma. Forcibly, Zaid marries Nella in silence after seeing her son, who Nella's men follow every day.

Zaid had no power to resist nor dared to tell Azzam because of the threat. Moreover, the wife who has repeatedly got terror.

" so... Mr Azzam doesn't know that you're forced to marry Mrs Nella?"

" Yes, I deliberately drove him away from this city for his safety. Let's just hope Azzam's okay out there."

" If Mr. Azzam had come home, what would you have done? Madam Rahma was really looking forward to seeing her son."

" I don't know, I just don't want them to be wretched."

" Why didn't you fight back?"

" It's impossible. He always threatened to kill Rahma."

" If you allow me, I will help save Lady Rahma."

" What do you mean? You don't know who Nella is, her sister's a very violent mobster."

" If I am willing to help, will you cooperate?"

Zaid did not understand what Zahra meant. Why did the waiter who had only been working for a few days in his house suddenly want to help his family?

" Who are you really? Why care so much about me?" cecar Mr. Zaid.

" I'm just a waiter who can't bear to see his employer tormented, sir. Madam Rahma is in desperate need of medical help at this time. I hope you can work together to fight Mrs Nella."

" How is it?"

" Keep Mrs Nella away from home for a while until I can get Madam Rahma out of the pavilion. I have to take Madame Rahma to safety."

" How long do you need?"

" Just an hour. During that time, keep Mrs Nella away from any means of communication."

" When do we act?"

" I have to make sure Mr. Kaivan is on our side."

" Where possible, Nella was her mother. Kaivan can't possibly betray his own mother."

Zahra stared gently at the middle-aged man's face that was beginning to wrinkle due to the overly heavy burden of thought. He wanted to feel like he was holding the hand that used to hold the body of her husband. Zahra was eager to speak truthfully that she was Azzam's wife, but her logic was hard-burning for a mission she was on.

" Mister Kaivan is very dear to Mrs Rahma, she can definitely help us" Zahra said excitedly.

" Good luck, son. I don't know what you really mean to help me. But I thank you in advance." said Mr. Zaid sincerely.

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TB

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