Pursuing the Love of My Husband
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#Pursuing the Love of My Husband part 36 (Back of Village)

After calculating the overall cost needed, Rizki's determination finally got stronger.

As planned from the beginning, he would discuss it first with his parents and Ummi.

“Halo, Assalamualaikum Son.” Greeting from the phone.

“Waalaikumsalam, Sir. Is busy not?” Rizki made sure her father had plenty of time for this discussion not to rush.

“Again, just returned from the rice fields abis ngasih fertilizer for rice. What's wrong Nak seems so serious?”

“Iya, Sir. Someone wants to talk about it. Want a discussion, who knows you have a lot of input for Iki.”

Inner parents are always sensitive, you know their children are experiencing problems, such as there is an inner bond.

“Iya just talk, I will help you as much as possible.”

Rizki told everything to the father, he even revealed his heart that felt bad using Nisa's savings.

You understand, he told Rizki to use the money alone to be more free, but Rizki refused, because the core of this discussion is not about money, but the belief to start. Rizki needs support, she needs a lot of enlightenment to get started.

Father gave a lot of direction and enlightenment, Rizki mangosteen listen to what was advised by the person who became his role model.

“Sing important sure first, prepare mental steel, because being an entrepreneur should not be crybaby and easily desperate.” That one sentence made Rizki's determination more round.

“Iya Pak.”

“This is your mother wants to talk she said.” Say Father.

After the father finished speaking, the mother gave additional advice to her eldest son. Not to forget the mother also reminded her son to keep running according to religious law.

Once enough was felt, they ended the conversation via phone. Rizki felt relieved, how her parents trusted her so much, and supported her fully.

Finished talking with father and mother, now it's a turn to discuss with Ummi. Although Rizki is sure ummi will support his decision, it never hurts to ask for blessing first.

Especially the prayer of them, because the prayer of parents to their children is the most mustajab prayer.

“No prayer is refused that is the prayer of the parents, the prayer of the fasting person and the prayer of a traveler.” (CHR. Al Baihaqi in Sunan Al Kubro. Shaykh Al Albani says this hadith is shahih as in As Syllables of Ash Shahihah no. 1797).

Rizki and Annisa contact ummi, telling her everything that happened that Rizki in PHK and their plans to return home, will also open a business there.

Ummi welcomes their plans with joy, fully supports, ummi feels happy to be reunited with her only child.

“The plan is when will you go home?” Ask Ummi.

“Need Ummi pick up ngga?” Further.  

“No need Ummi, we will use the service to bring the goods.” Rizki answered.

“Well then later notify Ummi again yes, Ummi clean your room first so it is comfortable.” 

“Thanks Ummi.” Nisa's no less happy.

“By happy dear.”

 Nisa and Rizki have agreed to stay at the ummi house, but it is also possible that they will occasionally stay at the father and mother's house.

 ***

Geck... Geck... Tok

 “Assalamualaikum” Greet someone.

 “Waalaikumsalam, briefly.” Answer the owner of the house is none other than Rizki.

 He rushed to open the door, not wanting the guest to wait for him any longer.

 “Halo, Bro.” Sapa Ajis when she saw Rizki open the door. He hugged and patted Rizki on the back as if it were a sign of separation.

 “Yuk in, alone you?”

 “Iya, you when to go home?” He said with a sad face. Rizki and Ajis are close friends, even like family. Their struggle when both applied for work at the PT lasted until now, making both friends who are inseparable.

 “Tomorrow, this is again in order. When did you return? “

 “Lusa kayaknya, cave still no business. Sad cave, it turns out we are separated here.”

 “Journey from Bandung to Cirebon is not up to five hours, often play there.” Rizki entertaining.

 “Lu want to work there?”

 “The plan is to open a cave business, that was the first cave often told to lu.”

 “MasyaAllah, cool you. Must need big capital, right?”

 “Iya, from severance, from cave savings part-time work, and from Nisa's savings, thank God enough.”

 “Gratitude deh, join the seneng cave.”

 “Lu itself how? Continue looking for a new job or want to nerusin family business?”

 Ajis is the son of a meatball. In the city of Bandung, the meatballs of his parents are famous, every day his meat shop is never empty of buyers.

They also have five branches scattered throughout the Bandung area, not only that, Ajis' parents also have many partners in the cities of Garut, Sumedang and Subang, the factory never stopped operating.

In the past, Ajis was often asked by his parents to continue their business or manage one of the branches. But Ajis refused, arguing that he preferred working at PT.

 Although born from a fairly well-to-do family, Ajis never fiddled with using his parents' money, he always tried himself to earn money from his sweat.

For example, during Junior High, he often sells wet cakes at school, he collects capital from his pocket money.

 Entering High School, he often sang from cafe to cafe with a hefty honor. Although he never tasted education in pesantren, but Ajis is active in the activities of teenagers Masjid, he never misses the teaching that is carried out every time the dawn prayer is finished. He was also the head of the rohis while sitting in High School.

 So no wonder Ajis grew up to be a religious man. That's one of the reasons he is good friends with Rizki, both of whom are both people who hold the prohibition in religion, the foundation is what makes both of them not fall into free association.

 “Hehe yes, I think now it's time for the cave to become a meatball trader. In addition to no other choice, cave parents are old, kasian should already nimang grandson, but instead ngurus meatballs mulu.”

 “Yes, show me if you are a filial child that can be relied on.”

“Beres, oh yes bay the way your sister has passed?”

 “Syauqina? This year he graduated. Why emang?”

 “No papa, it's doang.” Ajis.

 “Yaudah yuk, the cave here deliberately want to help you clean-beres.” Added.

 “Wah, you are the best friend in the world.”

An ankle car carrying goods Nisa and Rizki are not too much, down the streets are so quiet because it is still enforced lockdown.

 Meanwhile, Rizki drives her car along with it. Before returning home, they have first done swab and PCR as one of the conditions to enter other areas.

 They also brought a road letter stating they would return home from local officials.

 Rizki looks moody, many memories and struggles he had in Jakarta to leave behind. Separate with friends who may not necessarily be able to meet again, start a new life, and get out of the comfort zone.

 Nisa stroked Rizki's hand, she understood what her husband was feeling now. She kept stroking her husband's hand, occasionally kissing it as a form of support for Rizki to stay strong through all this.

The journey which usually takes six hours, now only four hours, they have arrived in Cirebon.

 A phenomenon that has only been experienced for a lifetime, usually the streets are crowded especially when passing through the city center, but now empty like uninhabited.

 The houses were tightly closed, no boisterous little children playing. Schools are closed, as are other facilities.

No exception with the ummi business, he was forced to close the store to follow government rules. Luckily, ummi still has income from costs so it does not make its economy worse.

Many ummi friends in the market are out of business due to this pandemic. Ummi himself is worried if it continues to lockdown how the fate of his employees?

But it turns out that Allah is all-good, one of Ummi's employees gave the idea to sell it on pre-order. Today they record the incoming order, tomorrow deliver the order with a fare that is adjusted distance from the store to the customer's house.

Since then, Ummi can still sell without having to open a store. Fortunately, employees can still work with more flexible time.

Nisa and Rizki have arrived home, they are welcomed by Ummi and other families who have been waiting since.

Instantly Rizki's grief is gone seeing the happily smiling family welcome her decision to settle there.

They are no longer separated by distance, can meet at any time when feeling longed. Mother hugged Rizki tightly - tightly, followed by the father.

Ummi invited them in, favorite food was presented on the table.

The cakes brought by the mother have been neatly lined up in the closet, organic vegetables planted by the father have filled the refrigerator since, all the enthusiasm that makes Rizki and Nisa touched.

"You haven't eaten yet, let's eat first. I made you your favorite Jamblang rice. I also made Nisa's favorite Lengko rice." Said Ummi glanced at the mother who had been watching her son.

"Yes, we deliberately haven't eaten because I know you will definitely be prepared by Mom." Nisa sparkled to see a plate of favorite rice in front of her eyes.

After traveling for about four hours, it is certain that their stomachs were rumbling, especially when they saw Mother's cooking that made him more tempted, they finally immediately ate it.

"Feel Mother never fails." Tukas Rizki's.

"Yes, good Mom." Nisa.

Ummi smiled happily watching them, in a grateful heart finally the prayer that was always offered by him was answered. Now she could breathe a sigh of relief without tormenting Annisa.

"Spend, yeah. If you need to add more." Ummi said while pouring a drink on Nisa's glass and her daughter-in-law.

"Thank you Ummi, but Iki can take it himself." Rizki looks bad.

"Don't hesitate, just pour a drink, really."

Father was in the yard, watching the bird that had just passed by the mango tree owned by Ummi.

Trees that are not very large, but often bear fruit. In his heart he was also grateful, finally his son came home and would not go again.

The day was getting noon, the family was chatting together to let go of the longing.

Rizki stared at every corner of the house, her gaze stopped on the park bench, she saw the father who was daydreaming alone.

Then, Rizki approached him. "Dream of it, sir. What's up?" Ask Rizki.

"That's your sister, six more months are just about to graduate but many have come home to preach. You have refused several times because you feel it is not suitable, but there is one thing that disturbs your mind."

"What's that?" Rizki.

"The son of my best friend last week came home with the same intention. Father feels suitable, in addition to his son is good and sholeh, you also know his family well." You stop his words, because you are still curious Rizki asked again.

"So what keeps bothering your mind to make you this big?"

"Your sister did not want to, she refused outright. Though the guy is handsome, sholeh, independent anyway. You're confused about what reason you should use to reject them."

"Loh, yes say that Qinanya does not fit sir."

"Yo can't, you just don't accept that excuse, let alone them. How can your sister say it's not suitable to meet just yet." I wiped his face looking frustrated.

"You try to talk to your sister, who knows she'll hear you say."

"Yes, later if Qina comes home Iki talk to him, already you don't need to be confused again, later let Iki take care of."

Hearing his son's words, the father looked happy. Finally, the turmoil that had disturbed a week was immediately lost swept away by Rizki's promise.

Starting in the afternoon, the sun began to fall into his quarrel. Mom and Dad drove home, then passed by in a black sedan car he drove.

Ummi told Nisa and Rizki to take a break, while he said he was going to the workspace to record an order to be sent tomorrow.

Nisa opened her room, the room she had left for a long time but not a single one had changed, it was getting tidier.

'Ummi must have taken good care of him' Her inner being.

Seeing this room makes Nisa's memory go back to the time she was just married to Rizki. The first night not expected. Nisa laughed remembering that.

Where brides generally combine love, making the first night moment as something that will never be forgotten in his lifetime.

But not with Annisa, that night she was hurt thinking about her husband who did not love her. The husband who always dodges when he approaches her.

The memory makes him grateful now Rizki has turned 360 degrees to him. Rizki is now so loving and privileging.

"Don't come in, baby." Rizki hugged Nisa from behind breaking her daydream.

"Suddenly keep going our first night first, the first night not the first night." Nisa chuckles.

Rizki comes to imagine that night, the night he tried to avoid his wife. Come to think of it, they had never had any intercourse in this room at all.

"It's your favorite room, but we haven't tasted it at all" Rizki teased his wife.

Nisa laughed, it was true what her husband said. Since marriage they have never had sex in this room, not unwilling, just have not found the right moment.

When they returned home, they did not have much time, because they enjoyed spending it with their families.

"Where if the first night home this village we make it as the first night of making love in your favorite room, after all Mas again kebelet really nih." Rizki buried her face on Nisa's shoulder.

Nisa smiled at her husband's behavior. "Again, let's repeat the first night that failed."

Hearing that, Rizki locked the door and carried his wife to the bed. He fondly fondled every body of his wife, and for the first time they made love on the bed of Annisa's beloved.

Seriate...