Please Let go of me
Chapter 43 - Where is my Rasidha?

Zufar was very happy, even the smile on his face was emanating in his study. Playing the pen while thinking about cooperation with the SA Group company, he was even very lucky to meet the leadership of the company directly. 

There was a knock on the door, turning his attention to the origin of the sound. Glancing at the assistant to open the door, the accomplice quickly ran as ordered. There was a woman dressed in shari'i, smiling briefly with Doni's assistant. "Is Zufan's mom there?" 

"There's Miss."

"Who's coming?" chirp Zufar while turning his chair, smiling fluffy as he looked at the beautiful face of the wife. "Don't just stand, come sit down!" he said as he approached Suci, and helped her. He glanced at the assistant sharply, because the man was incompetent. "Don't you know if this beautiful woman is my wife, you should have welcomed her and let her in, not let her wait outside." Hardiknya who gave a gesturing gaze to the assistant, to leave him with the wife.

"I told you, don't be too tired and also bother delivering food. Take care of your health, for our baby boy." Zufar chirps with a smile stroking her husband's flat stomach. 

Sacred Smile faded, Zufar did not know it was painful if the man still compared the child to the sex. His little heart was so hurt, what if his daughter was a girl? Did the husband not accept the baby? But he just kept quiet. 

"Why are you silent? Have the vitamins been taken?" asked Zufar who was very enthusiastic and excited. 

Immediately the hand reached for a small bushel containing dishes made specifically for the husband, willing to deliver to the office. He opened the lid which caused the steam to spread out on the nose, a very delicious food served in plain sight. "You shouldn't have to cook, there are many servants who can help you. At least I can buy it outside, it won't bother you."

The saint tried to smile. "It's okay, Mom, I can still cook for you."

"Hem." Zufar immediately devoured a very delicious meal, indulging his tongue in a moment of tummy rumbling. During her eight years of marriage, she rarely bought or ordered food outside. In fact, he remembered his memorization very well, how every dish of his pious wife. Although he had to choose dishes with the cooking of others, just closing his eyes and tasting a little he must have known the true cuisine of the Saints.

"How Mas?" 

"As usual, very delicious."

Suci smiled, happy to hear the words of Zufar who liked his cooking. "Oh yeah, I used so much money." He took out the atm card that was given by the husband, a little regret affects him.

"Why is it returned?" asked Zufar who raised next to his eyebrows.

"I'm afraid to be a wasteful wife."

Zufar sipped the water that was in the glass, helping to get the rice quickly inside. "That's all?"

"Hem."

Zufar chuckled, given his enormous income. Even the money in the card is nothing, like the simple personality of his wife. Immediately remove the wallet from the pocket of pants, look so many cards are arranged there. He took out three cards, and handed them to the Saints. "Take all of it, you are my wife and you are entitled to the money."

Saints even gawked, intending to return it, instead increasing the three cards with a large nominal stored inside. "Mas!"

"Dear, keep it."

Actually Suci was reluctant to take it, but the words of her husband made her think again and take it. "It's mostly."

"Hem, okay." The saint again looked at the four cards in his hand, confused as to what he would use them for.

After the meal, Suci said goodbye to her husband to the store that was almost finished in the decoration. 

In the car, Suci was just pensive while looking at the atmosphere outside the car window. "Mas Zufar was a good man of dreams, only one of his faults was insensitive and did not understand my feelings." His inner.

It struck me in the brain to call his friend who was still a volunteer in Palestine, desperately longing for the woman who was already considered a brother. 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Holy?"

"Yes, it's me. How are you?" 

"I'm good, and what about you?" 

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good. I miss you so much and so does Rasidha, how's the little girl doing?" 

"He's not here?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Mr Zaid adopted him and took him away from here, I lost Rasidha very much. But, unfortunately, I can't call or find out."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"So much work here, and I forgot about it. I'm sorry!"

"Do you know where they are?" 

"I don't know the exact address, it's just that they went to Indonesia."

"All right, I'll call you later."

Suci immediately disconnected the phone, deeply worried about Rasidha's much-missed existence. Either feel happy to hear the word Indonesia or sad because it is quite difficult to find their existence. 

"Where is my Rasidha?" his sad murmur.