Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
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After the morning prayer, Azzam was already wearing neat clothes to travel. Zahra who just realized it immediately approached the husband.

" Why is it neat shubuh - shubuh like this?" ask Zahra.

" Yes, Deck. I forgot to say last night because you were asleep. I'm going to the city to find my vegetable subscription. You want to rent the land next to our rice field."

" Why so early, Mom? When's home...?"

" Not yet, Deck. Maybe a new night's at home."

" How long is it, Mom? The journey from here to the city is not two hours?"

" Yes, Deck. But the old work, don't worry so."

" Well, I've been to the city all by myself, what does Zahra not know about Mas?"

" Deck, why talk like that? Mas go purely for work, do not su'udzon same husband himself...!" Azzam.

" Zahra is not su'udzon, Mas! If you don't want to answer yes it's okay, don't get angry!" ketus Zahras.

Zahra doesn't usually speak loudly to her husband. But somehow this morning he was difficult to control his emotions. Perhaps the problem of gossip in school also affected his current mind.

" Deck_..."

" Go...! I have no right to ask you anything!"

" O God, Deck... I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you."

Zahra who had wanted to make breakfast so snuffed. The tears just escaped wetting both of his cheeks. Zahra went back into the room and locked her up so she wouldn't see her husband's face again.

" Deck, don't be mad... I have to go right now, sorry." - Azzam.

Azzam knocked on the door many times but Zahra was reluctant to open it. Actually Azzam did not want to go in this state, but he could not delay his departure again.

" Deck... Go first, huh? You'll go to school with Rayyan. Assalamu'alaikum.." cried Azzam from outside the room.

Azzam had not yet moved from where he stood hoping that his wife would open the door. It is very uncomfortable to travel in such circumstances.

" Sorry..." Zahra came out of her room with her eyes.

" Deck... Mas who apologized, it should be from yesterday Mas said this same to you. Let us go let our fortune be a blessing."

" I don't know why I'm always worried when Mas goes to town alone."

" What was it because of yesterday's robbery?"

" No. Since the beginning of our marriage, I always felt like this. Take good care of yourself there, don't forget to tell me after you get to town."

Zahra hugged Azzam tightly. Her tears broke again in her husband's arms. Azzam felt a tightness in his chest, there were many lies he gave to his wife who was very sincerely dear to him

" Some day, I'll definitely reveal a past you never questioned, Zahra. You never know, but your heart can feel it." - Inner Azzam.

" dear... Go first, let's not have bad luck until there. But Mas also had something for you before leaving." said Azzam softly.

" What...? It's just gotta be kissed, right...?"

" Hahahaa.it's one of duty, dear."

Azzam took something out of his jacket pocket and put it in Zahra's palm. With a raised smile, Azzam kissed his wife's forehead.

" When did you buy this...?" ask Zahra.

" It was time to go to town, but Mas deliberately gave it to me now so that my beautiful wife wouldn't get angry anymore."

" Do you think you can buy happiness with jewelry?"

" It's not like that, my dear. It's just a little gift for my halal lover."

" Yes, thank you, my husband..."

After Zahra had calmed down, Azzam immediately left for the city. There is a lot of work to be done today.

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" What to do together, Bang? Zahra just walk away, later afraid the gossip is getting wider."

" But my bike that Azzam brought, Za, it's okay for us to go together again."

" Zahra just walk, Brother take the bike. It's also early in the morning, so it won't be too late to walk."

" Yes, we walk together. Don't argue anymore, don't complicate yourself."

Zahra was tired of arguing with Rayyan. He immediately left Rama to Miss Marni and then went to school with Rayyan.

Along the way Rayyan continued to talk about things that were not useful. Although still awkward, but Zahra still responded to Rayyan's words. Moreover, there is no doubt that Rayyan likes him as the opposite sex, Rayyan treats him like a brother and sister.

" Don't daydream...! Later hit by a pebble alone can lift your life!" reprimanding Rayyan but with a joking tone.

" Whataa...? Where there are bumping pebbles can make people die!" said plain Zahra.

" Hahahaa it could be, in front of the gravel there is a truck that is speeding very fast."

" brother, ihh... Zahra is dizzy again know not!"

" Dan_..."

" Hmmm..."

" Where did you first meet with Azzam...?"

" Why ask like that? We're not that close to knowing each other's privacy."

Rayyan is hard pressed to convince Zahra to get more familiar with her. There was not the slightest intention in Rayyan's heart to make Zahra's life difficult. He just wants to be close to people he trusts.

" I'm sorry before, Za... Brother didn't mean it that way. This is all just for clarification later on in school. I'd be honest with them if Azzam was my brother. So no one's gonna gossip us because we're brothers."

" Can they trust my brother...?"

" God willing... We are brothers, right?"

" Yes, we're brothers. Thank you, all this time I lived alone after my parents were gone. Now I feel like I have another family, besides my husband and son."

Rayyan looked at Zahra quite deeply. It seemed like he could ask for a bit of information about Azzam. Did Zahra really know her husband.

" za... Is that Azzam not from this village?" rayyan asked heartfully.

" Mm... No, Mas Azzam is from the city. He is from Jakarta he said." replied Zahra briefly.

" Said...? Have you never been invited to Azzam's house...?" rayyan was surprised.

" Azzam was an orphan and had no home in his hometown. That's why we settled in this village working on the rice fields left by my parents."

" Orphan...? No brother, no kara... By Allah." Rayyan rubbed her face violently.

" Yes, Mas Azzam wanders the city to work. We met by accident and shortly after that we got married. There is no festive event like the wedding of the people out there because we are the same - just as there are no parents and no exact cost."

Rayyan let out a long sigh repeatedly to neutralize her heartbeat. I don't know what's on his mind right now nobody knows.

" From now on, you and Azzam are my sisters. We're brothers, helping each other out with one another. I also have no one in this village other than the three of you."

Without feeling they have been walking for 20 minutes and have now reached the school gate to start their noble work.

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