Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Honeymoon is late

A week had passed since Azzam and Zahra had stayed at the Rayyan Apartment. That night, Azzam asked Rayyan to take care of the office and also supervise the restaurant that had been entrusted to three employees directly selected by Zahra.

Today, Azzam and Zahra are ready at Soetta Airport. They will visit Sakura alone. Although Zahra wanted to invite Rama, but Mr. Zaid and his wife forbade him because they thought the flight was too long for a child the age of Rama.

" Kai, take Rama and our parents. Take good care of them." said Azzam.

" May, Mum. They are my responsibility too, enjoy your holidays before the storm hits." said Kaivan.

" What do you mean, Kai?" ask Zahra.

" The client from Singapore will come next week and it is certain that the woman will go directly to the field in order to meet Mas Azzam often."

" Why don't you handle the project, Kai?"

" Can't, Brother. From the beginning they only wanted direct cooperation with Mas Azzam."

" Oh, honey. We think about it later, now focus on our honeymoon" Azzam said.

" Yes, a late honeymoon." ledek Kaivan.

" Shut up! Just say envious because no one can be invited honeymoon." Azzam replied.

" Well Azzam... Kaivan..!"'s search...!" zahra Sentak.

" Sister Zahra just focus on her honeymoon. Kai will find a way to make the woman deterred if it is still chasing Mas Azzam." said Kaivan.

" No problem, later I can ask Bima for help to deal with this matter."

After talking for a while, the flight to Japan was ready to leave. Azzam and Zahra immediately entered leaving Kaivan still sitting in the waiting room until his plane was in the air.

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Fifteen minutes into the air, Zahra began to pamper on her husband's shoulder. Sometimes she looked at her husband's face that looked shady and dignified.

" Yes.." - Og Zahra.

" What, honey?" sahut Azzam's.

" Are we selfish, leaving Rama with his grandparents?"

" No, sweetheart. Instead, they are very happy to take longer to take care of their favorite grandchildren."

Azzam landed a soft kiss on Zahra's forehead so that his wife felt comfortable and not guilty for too long to leave their children in the house of Azzam's parents.

" Oh, it's a long journey, isn't it?" lamented Zahra.

" It's also been an hour, Yang. Didn't you ever fly any farther than now?"

" It was a long time ago, when Bima was still working together."

" Sleep! Wake up when we get there."

Zahra enjoyed sleeping on the plane. She only woke up while eating, the rest she slept in her husband's arms.

" Tumben is spoiled, Dek." Inner Azzam with a small smile.

A few hours later, Azzam and Zahra arrived in Japan. They were picked up by the hotel attendant where they were staying one week into the future.

" Gold, it's cold." whispered Zahra.

" Say me for a hug, Yang." seduced Azzam.

" Aren't you?"

" Don't just hug, more than that I'm ready to be born inward."

" Saw...!"

Arriving at the hotel, Azzam immediately told his wife to rest. They're not going out tonight except to eat.

" Aren't you resting?" lirih Zahra's.

" A minute, baby. Want to clean the suitcase first, move all his clothes to the closet." said Azzam.

" Let Zahra be alone, Mas rest here."

" Adek can't do anything as long as we're honeymoon. Everything Adek needs, Mas will prepare."

" But Adek had the effect of enslaving Mas Azzam." Zahra protested.

Azzam who had put all the clothes in the closet and then went to lie next to his wife. Enclosed the body of the beautiful woman with anxiety.

" There is no word 'enslave' because Mas sincerely did all for Adek. Mas does not want to see Adek tired of taking care of Mas, it is Mas who is obliged to take care of Adek."

" My husband is so sweet, anyway. Though Kaivan says it's true, the honeymoon's too late. Masa'yeah, his son has been almost three years new honeymoon."

" Who was her husband? It's okay - it's too late, we make Rama the girl version." Azzam kissed Zahra's face with tubes.

" Uyeah, Mas... Later kebablasan." Zahra reprimanded.

" Hhh... All right, then after dinner. Also gig if only one round." said Azzam relaxed.

" Is... Rumah again perverted." sizzled Zahra.

Azzam closed his eyes as he clenched his wife's body tightly. Today they look very tired because in a week they have to take care of their work before the holidays.

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Tonight, Azzam and Zahra prefer to have dinner at the hotel restaurant only because Azzam knows that his wife is not used to the cold weather in the country.

" What do you want to eat, baby?" ask Azzam.

Azzam called the waiter to order food. Unlike his wife, Azzam chose Mushroom Soup and Ramen.

" Can you speak Japanese?"

" Just a little, baby. Just a simple vocabulary."

" Zahra can only speak three languages." - Zahra.

" It's good too, Yang. Do you speak any language?"

" English, Indonesian is Java." Zahra shames in shame.

" O God, Deck. You can speak one language, but not everyone can. But Mas is sure you can interpret it." said Azzam looked serious.

" What language is that?" ask Zahra curiously.

" Love language and body language. Only Adek who understands and enjoys it." replied Azzam without sin.

" Dude...!" peekik Zahra shy.

" Nobody here understands our language, baby. Especially if you use Javanese, they're like listening to alien."

Zahra snorted bitterly and did not want to look at the husband who was smiling ignorantly. Fortunately, the waiter immediately came to bring their order so that Zahra immediately focused on the food.

" Dear, want to try ramen with Mas, right?" persuade Azzam.

" No!" answer Zahra flat.

" She's angry?"

" No, don't eat while talking."

Azzam continued to eat quietly while occasionally glancing at the wife who focused on her food since then.

Half an hour later, they had finished eating and Zahra was reluctant to be invited back to the hotel room.

" It's night, Deck. Tomorrow we go for a walk." persuaded Azzam.

" Zahra just wants to walk around here for a little while, Mas." whine Zahra.

" All right, take the car or _..."

" A walk. Zahra just wanted to see - look at the streets here."

" okay... Let's go, honey..."

Azzam stretched out his hand to hold his wife. He did not want to let go of his own wife in a foreign country, especially the wife could not speak Japanese.

" Dad, teach Zahra some Japanese?"

" Can. Then Rama will also teach foreign languages to get used to."

" Zahra can only teach English, Mas."

" Nothing. I can teach you another language."

" What language?" Zahra looked enthusiastic.

" Sunday, Malay, Madura_..."

" Azzam, yes!" murmur Zahra.

Azzam embraces his wife through the streets selling various Japanese food. Judging from his appearance alone, Zahra was seen almost drooling.

" Dad, Zahra wants that." whispered Zahra as she pointed to one of the food stands.

" The food is not halal, Yang." said Azzam.

" why? We pay, Mas... Not stealing it." said Zahra puzzled.

" Not that, my wife. But the meat used is not beef" said Azzam.

" What's? O_..."

" Later Mas get food that is guaranteed halal only."

Zahra complied and pressed her body against her husband because the weather was getting colder.

" Just go back to the hotel?" ask Azzam.

" Yes, but buy snacks first." said Zahra.

" Turkish Kebab, will you?"

" Yes, that's halal."

Azzam immediately headed to the Kebab vendor stand opposite the hotel. It's possible that the cold air makes Zahra hungrier.

While waiting for an order, Zahra prefers to sit in a chair not far from the seller. Azzam was lining up with the other buyers. However, when Azzam had gotten his food, he was surprised to hear the voice of a woman who called namanta quite loudly and immediately rushed to hug him without Azzam had time to dodge.

" Azzaammm...!"

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TB

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