Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
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" Sure to know? Won't be jealous...?" goda Azzam's.

" Hhh.. forget it! Zahra wants to sleep with Rama." Zahra said.

" Is... not yet what - is it jealous, is it the same love Dad?" Azzam still did not stop teasing his wife.

" What the hell! Don't puck... Mother wants to sleep, sleepy."

" Yes.have a good rest, my dear."

Azzam kissed his wife's forehead gently. After that, he let his wife rest and then went to the next room.

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For three days Azzam remained at home. Now he is ready to get back into action. Today his schedule for harvesting chili peppers and also other vegetables such as eggplant, mustard, and tomatoes.

" Mother... I'm gonna go to the rice field first, okay?" pamit Azzam's.

" Surely healthy, Dad? Don't force it if it hasn't healed" Zahra said.

" Dad is healthy, last night was strong ngerjain Mommy." whispered Azzam who immediately got a pinch from his wife.

" Is..have a shame!"

" Shame but will, right?"

" What the hell, Dad! Go out there.. disturb people again just cook!"

" Yes, Mother is beautiful... Dad left first, huh? Oh yes, later Rama just titipin at the house of Miss Marni. Not good with others if taken to school continue."

" Yes, Zahra will be at Miss Marni's house."

" Assalamu'alaikum, my bidadar..."

" Wa'alaikumsalam, my dear husband..."

Azzam was very worried about his wife. The warm embrace he does every day makes him more affection and love for his small family.

" Hhh... Don't tease me! I can't leave if you're so adorable."

" Have gone there! I'll take you to the rice field for breakfast." drive Zahra out.

" Oh my dear,"

Azzam increasingly tightened his embrace even though he had said goodbye from earlier. Haven't left just been missed like this, especially if it's gone?

With a heavy heart, Azzam came out of the house after kissing his wife's forehead long enough. Cahyo was waiting on the terrace earlier.

" Yo, let's go now!" Azzam.

" Ready, Boss...!" sahut Cahyo nyengir.

" Then harvest the same mustard tomatoes first, because it will be taken at 11 noon."

" Yes, Mas... Not too many are ready to harvest either."

" Aubergines have been harvested?"

" Already, taken the same subscription from the village market next door."

" Thank God, the harvest this time is better than yesterday."

" Mum, the rice field on the left side is said to be rented. Interested in renting?"

" How much is the rent, Yo...?"

" It looks like 3 million a year, Mas. The guy again needs money to pay for his son's school."

" Let's see our harvest first, Yo. We must consider the loss of profit in managing the paddy field."

Azzam and Cahyo arrived in the rice fields and Agus had already descended into the rice fields. They worked happily especially in harvest times like this, they must have been very excited.

" Gus, try to get 50 kg of tomatoes equal to 30 kg of mustard. Someone will take eleven." said Azzam.

" Yes, Mas. This also has a little." said Agus while grinning.

" You are no different from Zahra, do not believe that I am healthy" said Azzam.

The three of them immediately did the job excitedly. Azzam was happy to see the spirit of the two young men who were with him. Had they been highly educated, perhaps they could have worked in a city with a large corporation.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zahra had already come to bring breakfast for the three of them. The food was potluck but they were very excited when they ate it.

" Have you had breakfast, Dek?" ask Azzam.

" Already, Mas. I'm going straight to school soon."

" Look, don't get too tired."

After saying goodbye, Zahra headed straight to the school where she taught. The SD that he occupied was the only one in this village.

Zahra was very happy to share her knowledge with the children in her village. Like the desire of the father who wants to see his only daughter can be useful for others even if not with property.

" Good morning, Miss Zahra." said a new teacher.

A young teacher who might be the same age as Zahra did look very familiar to him. The woman with such shoulder-length black hair was smiling as usual.

" Good morning, Miss Mira... how cheerful this morning?" sahut Zahra with a small smile.

" Hehehee. I left with Mr. Reno." whispered Mira.

" Why can...? Isn't the house far away...?" ask Zahra astonished.

" Yes, I broke down on the driveway of this village. It just so happens that there's a Reno sir, a nebeng all mumpung offered."

Before long, Reno went into the teacher room with a greeting because inside there were many teachers who were already sitting in their respective places.

" Zahra ma'am, can you ask me to join my class later? Half-eleven hours will be finished in first class, I have business outside at eleven" said Reno politely.

" Mm... God can, Sir. It just so happens that we don't have any more children" Zahra said with a smile.

Zahra who taught in the first grade did return home half eleven. Mira teaches in second grade, comes home at eleven. As for Reno, he taught in the sixth grade so he went home at twelve.

Before long the entrance bell rang and all the teachers on duty disbanded to their respective classes. Zahra runs alongside Mira whose class is next to each other.

It didn't feel like twelve in the afternoon, Zahra went into the teacher's room to get her bag. From the back, there was Mr. Harso who also wanted to take his luggage.

" Samma Zahra, I had a chance to pass the principal's room and it looks like there will be a new teacher tomorrow who will teach in the fourth grade in place of the teacher who will be on maternity leave." said Mr. Harso third grade teacher.

" The real one, sir? Male or female?" ask Zahra kepo.

" From his voice was like a man and still young."

" Oh..."

Zahra was still talking to Mr. Harso while tidying up the sixth grade student duties that he would keep at the desk of Mr. Reno.

After finishing, Zahra immediately went home because she did not want to trouble Marni who she gave her son. Although Rama is rarely fussy, but Zahra still worried if the baby is not in front of him.

As Zahra exited the school gate, a young man on a sport bike passed by and greeted a glance with a smile. Zahra could only nod softly while returning the smile of a young man who might be her age.

" Come, Ma'am.I go first."

" Please, Sir."

When the motor sport was already passing, Zahra momentarily pensive. She recalled the first time she met her husband also riding on such a motorbike. Zahra knew what the price range of such a motorbike was, but Azzam said it belonged to his friend.

Zahra no longer asked because after marrying Azzam instead brought a matic motorbike to his home. Since they married, Zahra never again came to town. Azzam also never allowed himself to leave if not with him.

Not wanting to think much, Zahra went straight home because it was past her teaching hours. He immediately drove his motorcycle towards the house.

Arriving in front of the house, Zahra was very surprised to find the motor sport that he had seen at school was now parked in front of his house.

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