Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 25

Rima decides to get out of the mansion and will live her life as usual, starting a new life in a new place. He began packing bags and saying goodbye to everyone, especially Aisyah who had helped him all this time, and also Fahri who helped him apart from Darma, his magical husband. 

"Are you sure you want to move? Why don't you just stay here." Said the middle-aged woman who was crying because of Rima's sudden departure. 

Rima smiled as she grabbed the middle-aged woman's two hands. "I don't want to trouble Umi and the family anymore, it doesn't taste good to people. Umi will know for herself if me and Fahri can't stay together, afraid of slander." He said softly, let alone Aisyah getting busy with her work out of town. 

"Rima right Umi, fear of slander. So just let Rima's kid get out of here." Chirps the middle-aged man who knew inside the woman's mind. 

"But Umi is happy that Rima here accompanies Umi to cook and make a sponge." 

"Are you sure you want to move?" asked Fahri who saw his mother become unbearable. 

"Yes, I want to open a new page." 

There was a look of sadness on Fahri's face, but he also had no right to forbid the woman from leaving. 

"Look, how about Nak Rima get married to Fahri. That way there won't be any more slander and you don't leave Umi alone." 

Rima was surprised by the request from Umi, but he saw how her status was only a widow and inappropriate if coupled with the figure of a handsome single man and also rich like Fahri. 

"Sorry Umi, not another intention but Rima has not been able to open her heart for now." 

"It's Umi, don't force the will of the heart." 

"Alright, but Umi can play occasionally to your contract?" said the middle-aged woman with nanar. 

"By Umi, just let Rima know." 

"Well then, be careful and don't forget to tell Umi when you and Fahri have arrived."

"Yes Umi." 

After the drama, Rima finally went and looked for a new contract accompanied by Fahri. No one wanted to open their voices, both of them were silent with their respective thoughts. There was still awkwardness among those who became the separation distance. 

"So that's his contract?" chirps Fahri. 

"Yes, it's closer to the cafe where I work." 

"You sure you work at the cafe? I've offered you a job at the company." 

"I don't want to take more than enough of it." Rima unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car, picking up the suitcase from inside the car. 

Fahri wanted to help but in rejecting Rima, he just saw from inside the car and passed away leaving the place. 

Rima looked at the small contract in front of him, saying basmalah and greetings before going inside. Taking a deep breath and taking it out slowly, he will now stay there and begin to open a new leaf at Darma's last request.

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Rima was very excited when he would work today, did not have a higher education so he could only get a job as a cafe waitress that was important to him. She looks beautiful with special clothes that are given, allowing the female to use a hijab and a skirt. 

The manager of the cafe began to say the tasks for the new employees, Rima listened carefully and nodded in understanding. 

"Good Mom." Answer the four new works including Rima. 

Rima thought of nothing but connecting with her life, she served the customers very kindly and also cleaned the table. Although very tired, but he was very grateful to make his sweat as a connection to life without dependence on anyone. 

When in the afternoon, Rima returned home to his narrow contract on foot, indeed the distance was not far only a few tens of meters. 

"I'm so tired." Rima sat on the porch of the house while leaning back, a feeling of aching spread throughout his body. 

Lama Rima was on the rented terrace, and saw the motorbike running towards him more precisely to the contract next door. He squinted both eyes when he saw a man wearing a black leather jacket wearing a helmet with matching colors making him very curious. 

Both of Rima's pupils enlarged when she saw him very clearly. "Darma." Smugly surprised. 

Rima did not expect that the man riding the motorcycle was very similar to Darma, her magical husband. Trying to rub both eyeballs and hoping it was just an illusion because lately she missed her magical husband who died at her hands. 

The man nodded his head, feeling confused while getting a look from Rima's eyes. He entered into a contract adjacent to a woman. 

"Well, maybe I'm so tired and my eyesight just bounces." Murmuring Rima who monologues, she goes into a contract and cleans herself. 

There are four contracts lined up there, the other three residents are women. So she doesn't know her contract coincides next to her tenant's a man whose pesky looks a lot like Darma. 

"There's no way that's Darma, I killed him myself." Rima still does not believe what he sees, or maybe because he is tired after work. 

At night, as usual Rima carried out the duties of Muslims by getting closer to the Rabb. Forget about his dark story and start a new beginning, hoping for no problems later on. He just wants to run the routine as usual and leave the black magic thing. 

The stomach feels empty, Rima is very hungry and forgets to buy vegetables and side dishes. He walked out of the contract and saw the fried rice roving around and called out to her. 

"Fried rice is one, sir, spicy." 

"Yes Neng, I'm waiting for ya." 

Rima sat down while holding her stomach that asked to be filled, smelling the aroma of cooking increasingly makes her unable to bear hunger. 

"This is Neng, the fried rice is ready. Monggo at the meal!" 

Rima nodded and was about to reach for the plate containing fried rice, the hungry stomach made her impatient. But, the plate containing the fried rice was in the hands of someone who was suddenly snatched from it. 

"That's my fried rice!" rima said not happy. 

"You order another new one, I can't eat late." The man directly devoured the fried rice irritated Rima, while the seller was confused as to what to do and ended up making her one. 

"Alhamdulillah, this is the money sir." The man's handing him a hundred thousand dollars. "All I pay for is next door." 

"Oh okay, Mas." 

It was as if hunger had disappeared upon seeing the man next door who was grazing his fried rice was very similar to Darma. 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I have a history of heartburn can't eat late. Oh yeah, my name is Irfan." The man smiled as he reached out as a sign of introduction.

"Yes gapapa. Rhymes." He answered, reaching for the hand and smiling for a moment.