Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
New neighbor, new teacher

Zahra slowly entered the house and said hello despite the many questions in her heart. How could the man be in his house while he knew him not at all.

" Assalamu'alaikum." said Zahra and kissed the back of her husband's hand.

" Wa'alaikumsalam.. Just arrived, Dek?"

" Yes, Mas. He replaced Reno in the sixth grade."

Zahra glanced at the guest who was now sitting next to her husband. Want to ask but feel sad.

" Good day, ma'am, we meet again." the man's smile was so sweet.

" Ah yes, sir. Are you the new teacher who's going to teach at school?" ask Zahra.

" Yes, Ma'am, I'm Rayyan. It just so happened that I contracted across this house" Rayyan said kindly.

" Nobody asked!" pissed Azzam.

" Mas_...!" reprimand Zahra.

" Oh yeah, I'll make you a drink for a second, sir?"

" No, he's going home too!" again - again Azzam blabbering.

Rayyan just smiled at Azzam's behavior as if unhappy with his presence. He knows himself well enough with the sharp gaze of the owner of the house.

" Eh. No, ma'am. I want to settle down - clean up the house first and have not prayed dluhur." declined Rayyan politely.

" Where does Rayyan live?"

" That's up ahead, Mom..."

" Contract at Mr. Darman's house, although it has long been empty but still worth occupying."

" Have gone there!" expel Azzam.

Having felt expelled, Rayyan finally said goodbye while still smiling kindly. Not sure what happened before, Zahra felt her husband was so upset with their new neighbor.

" Why did you from earlier ketus the same guest?" ask Zahra astonished.

" What's why? Ordinary, you are too spread charm with her." said Azzam flat.

" Oh my God, my... Istighfar, don't su'udzon same wife yourself."

" Mas not su'udzon, just_..."

" Jealous yes...?" Zahra Goda.

" No..."

" Related...?" Zahra hugged her husband from behind.

" Yahiraaa...!" furious Azzam.

Zahra knew her husband was no longer angry, but there was a strange gurgle from his hoarse voice. Zahra rushed off her embrace and ran to the bathroom before a lion pounced on her with a laugh.

" Ohhraaa...! Quick out...!" shouted Azzam

Zahra just laughed without hearing her husband's scream. It was good to make my husband jealous.

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After Ashar, Azzam returned to the fields to finish the harvest. Only enough chili is still a lot because it can harvest in a row.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Ms. Zahra." said Rayyan with a smile that grew.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, Mr. Rayyan." Zahra replied.

" Mmm. I have a little food for Zahra's family and I'd like to borrow a broom if I could."

" Oh yes, sir. Take a moment, make a knife inside or out?"

" In, Mom, I'm actually a little embarrassed if I have to buy home appliances like that. Can you help me?"

" Can, Sir. Just write what you want to buy, we will buy the same after Maghrib."

" What's not a hassle? I'm afraid my husband won't let you."

" No need to worry, Azzam will also come."

" Thank you, Miss Zahra..."

" Call Zahra if it's outside the house."

" Yes, I seem to be older too. How do you call Mas Ray...?"

" I'm sorry, I didn't dare without my husband's consent."

" It's okay, next time."

After a long conversation, Rayyan immediately returned home to clean up the entire room in her house.

" Happy little family, may nothing bad happen one day" Rayyan muttered with a faint smile.

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" She, Rayyan asked us to accompany the shopping of home supplies. Can, right?" zahra said after they prayed Maghrib bersama'ah.

" You care so much, Dek? Only one day did you know him." said Azzam.

" Not caring, Mom... Adek just pity you, Rayyan sir. He said he was embarrassed to buy his own broom."

" Hhh... troublesome!" gerutu Azzam but still did not refuse his wife's request.

At half-time seven, Rayyan was already perched in front of Azzam's house. He faithfully waited for Azzam to come out of the house.

" I'm sorry, new neighbor.I have an appointment with Zahra the beautiful young lady of heaven." Rayyan grinned.

" Shut your mouth!"

Their debate stopped when they saw Zahra coming out while holding Rama. Zahra astonishedly looked at the two men before her staring at each other intently.

" Zahras... Rama let me be the same, so you can be alone with your husband." said Rayyan, smiling very sweetly.

" No need, sir. It will be a hassle" Zahra refused.

" Let's go! The shop's hunt is closed." exclaimed Azzam.

Azzam took Rama from his wife's arms and gave it to Rayyan. Then Azzam put on a sling so that Rayyan easier to carry Rama while riding his motorcycle.

" Mother's child do not fuss..." Zahra rubbed Rama's cheek.

" Just calm down, Za... Rama is safe with me. You guys just walk first, I'm the same Rama walk slowly." said Rayyan.

" Thank you, Mr. Ray..."

" Don't call 'Sir' out of school."

" So on...?"

" Call 'Abang' only..."

Zahra turned to her husband as if asking for an opinion. Getting a nod from Azzam, Zahra immediately smiled even though he was surprised because Azzam seemed to believe in people he just knew.

" Well..if it's outside the school, Zahra just call him 'Abang'" said Zahra awkwardly.

As they were about to leave, Agus and Cahyo came. They were astonished to see Rama so close to a stranger. Wanted to ask but hesitated to Azzam.

" Azzam, Zahra ma'am... Where are you going...?" ask Agus.

" Want to the front street to the furniture store. You guys wanna come...?" answer Zahra.

" No, Ma'am. It's going to Mushola and then to the patrol station" said Cahyo.

Azzam put a helmet on for his new wife for himself. He prioritized his wife and children over himself.

Rayyan looked at a couple who looked very romantic even though her life was simple. Could it be that they did not want the treasures of the world like most people?

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In the morning, Zahra was ready to go to teach. Today Azzam did not go to the rice fields so Rama did not need to be entrusted.

" Maass...! How did the bike break down?" zahra on the terrace.

" Mrive...? Good night - good, dear." said Azzam while holding Rama.

" Duhhh, it's too late to walk, Mas."

" A minute, Mas pinjem motor Agus used to make between you."

When he was about to walk to Agus' house, Rayyan came with his sport bike. With a sweet smile, he greeted Zahra.

" Asalamu'alaikum, Zahra... Azzam.." said Rayyan.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, Bang Ray." replied Zahra.

" Azzam... Where are you going?" ask Rayyan.

" Want to the neighbors borrow a motorbike to take Zahra to school. My bike broke down, just wanted to be dismantled" Azzam said.

" Zahra is with me, coincidentally our goal is the same."

" Don't, Bang.fear later even be the talk of people. We just got to know, Zahra's afraid of being slanderous."

" Yes Azzam has my bike with me, let me run in the morning" said Rayyan.

" No, I believe you. Deck, you come with Rayyan.Later return Mas pick up." said Azzam.

" But, Mas_..."

" Rayyan won't be like, tell me the same thing if he's acting. I'll break his neck so I don't dare to tease you."

" Look down, Boss... Madam is safe with me." said Rayyan casually.

Azzam stared straight at Rayyan. There was anger in the look in his eyes making Zahra feel uncomfortable.

" Don't do that, Zahra is afraid.." Zahra rebuked.

Azzam's gaze softened and then hugged his wife tightly. Azzam never showed the nature of his past in front of his wife.

" I'm sorry. Now go with Rayyan, you'll be late for school."

Zahra was more and more astonished by the attitude of her husband who was so trusting of Rayyan, as if they had known him for a long time. Usually only Agus and Cahyo trusted Azzam to take Zahra if Azzam was busy.

After leaving, Zahra climbed onto Rayyan's bike. Although he was doubtful, he had no choice. Zahra is also afraid that there will be gossip at school later.

At school, there were still some teachers who had just arrived. They stared at Zahra and Rayyan intensely. There may be some thinking between Zahra and the new teacher.

Rayyan greeted them politely and invited Zahra to come in as the entrance bell rang.

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