2 Flower Stalks
Marriage part 3

''Include this my wife Insha Humairah'' Hanafi words that break the silence

making naughty cheers from his employees. Hanafi also grasped

insha's hands her face blushed in embarrassment at the reaction of her employees she laughed

small while rubbing his forehead.

''Starting today Miss Insha is also your superior, I hope you respect her too

as a new family Wijaya Group. Now I invite you to

enjoy the dishes that are available, hopefully you are comfortable here.

Enough for your attention and presence I say thank you''

Hanafi ended his sentence and looked at Insha lekat.

''Why Insha, you look nervous''

''No mas Han, I'm fine'' Insha seemed to take a deep breath.

''No need to be nervous from now on they are your employees as well, your family is also Hanafi

smile sweetly to Insha and be greeted with a bright smile Insha.

''For a long time you will get used to it'' Hanafi took off his hand and stroked Insha's cheek

gentler

''I'll meet some of my employees, do you want to come along? ''

''I'm sorry Han, I will accompany the family of the father who is inside''

''Alright, I'll be there later'' Hanafi walks away from Insha and blends in with his employees

at once Hanafi was lost from sight because of the many Guests who came.

Insha turned the body around and walked inside, how am I going to undergo

life with Han mas later, meeting that many people I never had, ever,

what I'm gonna tell them I'm just an uneducated woman

like them.

'' Your husband's employees are many yes nduk, surely his company is also large. Thank you for your nduk

lucky to have a husband like Hanafi, already handsome, kind, firm and

insya'allah he can suffice your life later nduk'' smile Insha's father

it seemed to expand and be satisfied with gratitude. So did Salma who was in

beside his father also smiled happily seeing his sister got a boy who

aptly.

''Alhamdulilaah sir Hanafi has indeed been destined for Insha'' Salma replied while embracing

his father with one hand.

''Alhamdulilah, hopefully Insha can be the best also for mas Han'' smile Insha looks

brightened.

The afternoon event went well, the Wijaya group employees have moved home.

Guests from the Insha family began to arrive as well as nearby neighbors

they filled Insha's house just to congratulate him. Para

the leader of the boarding school, also students who are familiar with Insha as well

come by. They also talk to their guests. Till not

it felt like the time had gone by in the afternoon, all the guests were gone from sight

leaving the Insha nuclear family is the father and Salma is also Hanafi and 5 people

the housekeeper is still there.

The party was as good as it seemed, Hanafi had already assigned special people to

cleaning Insha's house after the party. He planned everything with

very mature, he did not want to bother the Insha family in the least. Without

asked that all have done their duties quickly, each,

Hanafi wanted before nightfall that his in-laws house looked clean as it was

there's no party of any kind in the title.

Time is late adzan magrib immediately reverberated, all work has been completed

in a timely manner. Everything has returned to how it was. Inside the house, too

Risna, Fatimah and Miss Ririn are done with their work. They

helps clean the house and also serves food to eat

hanafi's night and his new family.

''Mas Hanafi all for dinner tonight is ready, '' Risna explained to

Hanafi in the kitchen of Insha's house while pointing to his meal menu.

''Yes thank you, today I have worked hard here, after this.

mbak, mbak Fatimah, bude, pak Tono, and pak Sardi can go home''

''loh.. lah indeed mas Hanafi and madam did not come home?''ask Fatimah who

I was surprised by Hanafi's response

''yes, Hanafi didn't come home?'' timpal mbak Risna

''Yes if Aden does not come home we also come here den, so tomorrow can cook for

breakfast for the family Miss Insha replied Bu Ririn casually.

''I sleep here tonight mbak, bude, tomorrow morning I go home. Tomorrow morning Mr. Tono will pick me up and Insha''

'' But really nih mas gapapa in living here alone'' replied Fatimah while

tidying the dishes that have been washed to the place of the plate.

teasing with his naughty smile.

''Yes, maybe Hanafi mas want to try Insha'' mbak Fatimah laugh

small tease Hanafi.

''Have been.so.if you want to sleep here gapapa is this aden house also now''

Ms. Ririn was always relaxed, she was like a parent figure to Hanafi, she always was

advising Hanafi in every way, sometimes even Hanafi tells about

his personal problems with Miss Ririn. He never went home either

his lawn. Since her divorce from her husband, she has never returned home.

The only house she owned was sold by her ex-husband.

There were no more relatives for him, nor did he have any children,

there was no reason to go back to his hometown. To him

Hanafi was like his own son, he had already memorized all of his traits and attitudes,

also all the food and drinks that he likes, because since childhood Ririn was born

who nurtured Hanafi.

The sound of footsteps came closer, saw Insha walking

approaching the kitchen where 4 people

the one who had been chatting with her fun.

‘’EEhh... miss Insha’’ welcome mbak Risna who saw Insha approaching

‘’Insha, come.’’ Hanafi turned to Insha who had

there are right behind it ‘’forgive them ya already made a rowdy in your kitchen

this, surely you are disturbed, ‘’

‘’Not mas Han, absolutely not, it is precisely I thank you for bothering in masakin this much,eemm.really, the smell makes me more hungry course’’ Insha

looking at the food that is ready is on the kitchen table that looks full

with various food menus.

‘’Nona is talking what, it is our duty non’’ replied mbak Fatimah with a smile satisfied to see Insha who looked at the cuisine in the kitchen

Hanafi moved closer to Insha, he had changed his clothes with the clothes he used to wear at home, wearing a long skirt, long sleeves and also his favorite 4 square veil

soft shoulder Insha.

‘’Not to worry, those who help with work at home

every day. Oh yeah, you don't know their names yet, I haven't had a chance

introduced them to you earlier. This is Mbak Risna, who tidied up the plate

Fatimah and also this Miss Ririn or bude I used to call her, she who

babysit me since childhood’’ said Hanafi while pointing his finger at the people he called his name earlier

‘’And also 2 people in front of you already know him instead of’’

‘’Iya mas Han, sir Sardi and pak Tono I already know them. Sister Risna, mother Fatimah and bude salam know yes, I Insha. I hope I can help you guys at home mas Han later’’

‘’Ya I dong non who helps miss, not vice versa’’timpal Risna as fast as lightning.

‘’Iya, it is our duty to take care of Hanafi mas house and

also help miss’’ replied Fatimah with her sweet smile while looking

face Insha.

‘’No need to hesitate with us yes non’’

‘’hehe.. yes bude sorry’’ Insha smiles shyly hear

the answer of the three women in front of him, understood he had never

have a housekeeper. All the housework he did together

her brother. Let alone to pay the salary of the maid for daily meals

it was less even though he never complained.

As time passed by, the magribs reverberated, and the Hanafi aides returned home

as ordered . Leaving only 4 people in the house, Salma had not

he used to worship in Musola not too far from home. As for his father, he very rarely went out, the most activity he did in his room, of course

because his illness is what limits his every move. Before he was sick, though,

he is always active in every community and religious activities, especially in

boarding house. He now prefers to stay at home

maintaining health. From then on, Insha and Salma took care of it

everything includes finding money to eat everyday as well as taking care of the estate

father as the only treasure he has. All his treasure is up

sold for his father's expenses during his illness but that doesn't change anything, until

even now the disease does not heal, maybe because of his age.

Insha was next to her father's door, no

there was a door there just a thin mosquito net covering his room, he peeked in

behind the mosquito net is his father okay and has also been performing prayers.

It looks like his father is praying by sitting in his favorite chair,

in view of it also the food served Insha this afternoon had run out in the

table by his bed. Insha was relieved he immediately went to the room

shower to take wudlu and perform prayers.

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