My Husband is Not Rich
Flashback

Dodo catches Jesslyn's limp body but still in her consciousness. The woman only needs a little drinking water to relieve the turbulent taste for a while. At least can calm the Panic attack disorder that had attacked Jesslyn.

Dodo is not alone. Iyan, Neneng, Chandra, Jamal, To'ing, and Rohim who had been following from a distance had come to help calm Jesslyn down. After the woman can control her again, they retreat back to let Dodo who will give the next explanation.

Jesslyn stood up, stepped on her trembling legs and rested near the navel of Bu Unah which was still fragrant pieces of pandan leaves. "Emak" softened those trembling lips.

His hand rubbed the tombstone that said the exact date of his departure with the date where Jesslyn was struck. Crying was inevitable, although as much as Jesslyn could hold back, at least no roar would aggravate the grief.

"Emaaaac.. Mak.ini Neng Mak, is back again. Already awake. Now why is my mother sleeping? hiks.hiks...hiks.."

"Maaak, keep Jesslyn the same who Mak is now. Early in the morning there is no longer a breakfast, especially if Jesslyn again wants to eat pecak papaya, Jess must buy where mak?"

"Emak.hiks..hiks..hiks..emak" Jesslyn wiped her tears with her hand that was rubbing the ground. His breath was a hiccup, his face now looked like a boy had finished playing with nature.

"Non, we'd better pray for Mom. Come with me." Hardly Dodo lead the wife to pray for the departure of Bu Unah. When man can do nothing, let Doa who will fight in the sky, echoing ushering in the departure of Bu Unah, as well as Toyib.

Jesslyn flinched again, when she found Toyib's name on the sidelines of the Do'a that I laid out. Whatdoes thatmean? the intention of charging an explanation in Jesslyn spelled out until Do'a together was completely finished.

Do'a is over, they rub each other's faces.

"Why?" the question of one word is full of other meanings. Dodo understands if Jesslyn's question leads to Toyib's name in his Do'anya.

"Emak went along with Toyib Non, I think, the uneasy feeling during Non's departure to B city was the feeling of losing Non and our child. But as it turns out, I had to be left behind by my mother and also my best friend."

Dodo stared fixedly at the bead that was still wet by tears. He started telling me the beginning of this incident.

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Flashback

"Pity you sir, who's stuck in a mess of people at such a fight." Exclaimed Bu Unah to Pak Nata who was in his massage because of back pain. They both patronized the tube television whose quality was no longer good. Not without money to replace, it's just that this television has its own story.

"Yes Mak, very yes serem. Part of what the hell is on the storm." timpal Pak Nata gave a response.

Finished massaging while commenting on the news, Bu Unah went to his stall tidying up the almost sold-out merchandise. "Tumben really this trade at the end of all. Thank goodness."

"Eh Yib, why are you running around like that?" Toyib who was in a hurry to go home in the block by Bu Unah.

"What's? don't just mengangap doang Yib." Toyib's strange gig caught the attention of Bu Unah, then he approached Toyib to just calm down.

Long before this, the herd of Dodo cs had warned that this bad news was not heard to the ears of the parents, for whatever reason, Toyib even spread the atomic bomb that would explode at any time.

Like sparks doused in gasoline, Bu Unah was so angry, he continued to force Toyib to drive him there.

After all, when the others immediately unplug to the scene, why only Toyib who ran home under the pretext of copying clothes. Thought absentminded. With the nature of Toyib that is sometimes, the herd of Dodo cs does not put any premonition.

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The motor drove quickly leaving Pak Nata who was moaning back pain. He stared at the departure of Bu Unah and also Toyib.

Toyib fell down without any more movement, Bu Unah also bounced, but could still call. "Dodo... Neng Jesslyn." call Bu Unah back then.

Half the Dodo story, Jesslyn closed her eyes feeling sore. Their location had already changed direction right in front of the Toyib Pusara. Dodo continued his story again.

Meanwhile, Bu Unah and Toyib are rushed to the same hospital as Jesslyn, who is lying unconscious. However, the story can not continue anymore because Dodo is not strong to tell when the seconds of him in staying away, when the seconds Bu Unah exclaims no longer strong and wants to be guided by the creed. And the world of Dodo was destroyed when it was destroyed.

"Non, forgive me for ghosting at that time, I just wanted to deliver my mother to the last, and echo the Adhan in her burrow." Jesslyn could not speak a word. She hugged her husband whom she had suspected.

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One week later.

"Non, from today I am officially no longer working in Manggala. It's okay if I don't become a director anymore. I've chosen this path because I'm aware time and family are everything."

"Non aa's good-natured and beautiful wife, aa very dear same Non. I just want to spend a lot of time with Non. But do not worry I already have enough savings for our children, for everyday I focus in the fish pond and also there is a supermarket given by Mr. Niko." Dodo continues to babble while continuing to make goleks from the stem of cassava leaves. Things that can make a smile on Jesslyn when losing two people who always make laughter

Golek was always made Dodo to comfort his wife in the moment of loss, so Jesslyn did not feel anymore that she was born only to be abandoned.

Dodo still continues to rummage this, without knowing the person being spoken to tear up with a voice that is held up. Jesslyn turned her back to Dodo who was busy making cassava leaf stem golek.

"Non, is it okay if Non has a husband not a rich man?"

The last sentence makes Jesslyn a hiccup in silence, her shoulders tremble so clearly that it makes Dodo realize that his favorite wife is crying.

"Non, is that wrong?" Dodo hugged and then kissed the eyelids that let out that cry.

"My husband, I'm fine with having a husband, not a rich man. I swear, I'm so happy to be married to you. You are actually a real rich man."

I always love you my husband

Happiness is not measured in terms of material things. Happiness can be created from ourselves. Grateful for example, because with that word we do not feel narrow and always feel enough. Most importantly, we will feel calm and happy.

For those who still have parents, please them while there is time.

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For the last two episodes this is the result of my collaboration with author kece @nowitsrain. He is the author of idol😁. Thank you for being a writing teacher to me. For those who want to read his work, it is possible.

And for @dewi payang, thank you for following me from the beginning and encouraging me in writing this novel.

Just a promotion, I will continue writing a novel entitled the dream husband.A little story, how to have a wife of two but instead become the dream husband of women.

Warm regards

Zenun Smith's