Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Only you

In the morning, Azzam's condition was better. Already able to move and walk even though it must be helped by Zahra. He did not complain of his pain as long as there was a beloved wife who faithfully took care of him.

" Dek, you got a schedule today?" ask Azzam.

" There are, but only two classes. So ten o'clock is done, ma'am. What's up...?"

" Let Rama be at home, then Mas take care."

" No, Mas. Rama is active now. Later Mas kerpotan keep Rama."

" I'm his father, Dek. All this time you do it yourself can, yes I can't..."

" It is not so, Mas. Your current condition is not possible. You walk still hard, later even more sick."

Azzam stared at his wife. He felt like a burden to his wife. Right now, he is still unable to stand up straight.

" Don't think about anything, just take a break at home" Zahra said.

" Thank you, Deck."

" To...?"

" It's been patient and sincere to take care of me."

" This is my husband, we're going to live the sorrows of life together. There is no secret between us."

Azzam was silent at the expression of his wife. Like an innuendo aimed at him even if unintentionally.

" Yes, honey.I'm sorry that Mas sued you so much."

" Yes, Adek left first huh?"

" Brave - heart..."

" Ashalamu'alaikum, Mas..."

" Na'alaikumsalam."

After Zahra left the house with Rama, Azzam sat pensively on the terrace. There is a sense of worry in him if one day Zahra finds out who he really is.

Azzam had already buried it in his past and Zahra accepted it. The woman, who has been his wife for three years, never asked about his past life. They have agreed not to dissolve in the past because the most important thing is how to deal with the future.

Azzam is only afraid that if Zahra finds out about her past, will she be able to accept herself as she is today. His heart was at peace with his life now, in a remote village with his son and wife always by his side.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Azzam." a woman who was almost half a century old approached Azzam who was daydreaming.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, ma'am... Sorry, I didn't see that" Azzam said politely.

" It's okay, Agus said you had a disaster last night. What's sick, son?"

" Butts on the back, Mom. It's been light."

" Have not eaten yet? This is me bringing rice with side dishes."

" Thank you, Mom. Zahra had also been cooking before she left for school."

" Yes, I keep it inside. Then you will be hungry at eating. Oh yeah, where's Rama?"

" Take Zahra to school, Mom."

" It should be the same with mom. My wong is just idle. If there's Rama, mother becomes seneng like ngasuh own grandson."

" Fear of bothering mom later?"

" Nobody's bothered! Mama Seneng can play with your son. Can treat the taste of mother's kangen with grandchildren outside the city."

After talking for a while, Agus' mother said goodbye because she wanted to settle down - clean up the house. He was very attentive to the Zahra family. In the past, Zahra's father often helped the Agus family. Even her first child, Rina is Zahra's schoolmate. All school affairs Rina handled by her father Zahra because her father Rina is a laborer in the overseas while Rina's mother can not ride a motorcycle so all school affairs are taken care of by her father Zahra.

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" Fatty huh, Dek?" ask Azzam.

" No, Mas. It also does not overheat. Oh yes, later in the afternoon Zahra help Agus and Cahyo harvest chili, huh?" zahra.

" Don't...! You are at home, let Agus and Cahyo work." reject Azzam.

" But Zahra has not worked in the fields for a long time. Every day after school, Zahra always followed her father to the rice fields. There are many happy memories there, the happiness of both of us without a mother" said Zahra.

" Mad instead want to erase your fond memories of the same father... I just don't want to see you tired. Work is my duty as husband and head of the family."

" But there's no harm in helping the husband's work, right?"

" It's all you have, Za. Only you are my life booster. I don't want to trouble you, make you miserable and unhappy. I want to make you feel comfortable and happy even if our lives are simple."

Zahra hugged her husband tightly. There were tears streaming down the corner of his eyes without him noticing. Zahra did not think that the marriage was originally only due to a condition that turned out to make him live happily even though there were no abundant possessions.

" Thank you, Mum. Zahra is very lucky to have a very good and responsible husband. I don't know what happened to my fate so I could marry a man I don't know at all."

Azzam asked Zahra to lie down on the bed beside Rama who was very sound in his sleep. He kissed his wife's forehead many times to express his affection.

" Have you ever regretted marrying Mas?"

" No. My life is one kara, no family is close to me. I am grateful to be with you now."

" You never want to know about my past?"

" What do you do, Mom? Didn't Mas himself say he didn't want to remember the past and just think about the future?"

" Yes, there's nothing special about my past, we better talk about the future. Oh yeah, Rama's not drinking breast milk anymore, is he?"

" It's been a month since ASI, Mas... Why ask that?"

" That means you can make the father, dong?"

" Let's not be weird - you freak, Mas!"

" What's wrong with making a brother for Rama?"

" Rama was a child, Mom! Zahra's not ready to have any more kids."

Azzam smiled as he stroked Zahra's cheek which always made her anxious to pounce on him. I do not know what used to make Azzam can fall in love with the simple and innocent girl.

" Yes, Mas will not force if Adek is not ready. You're all you've got, don't ever leave me whatever's gonna happen to us."

" God willing, Zahra will always be faithful and will strive to be the wife of the Hereafter. Whatever happens in the past and the future, it is the destiny of the Creator. We as beings can only resign and continue to be grateful for what we are living in the moment."

" My wife is indeed very extraordinary, it is not wrong to choose you."

" So you have another candidate besides me?" murmur Zahra.

" No, dear.you are first and God willing to be last for me." Azzam clutched his wife's body tightly.

" Whose in the middle is it...?"

" Central what...?"

" Yes.in the middle - first and last,"

" Sure to know? Won't be jealous...?"

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