The Idaman Mas Duda
Chapter 20 Pilgrimage

Hanum was startled and hurriedly closed the file containing the photos. He tried to put on an innocent look while smiling a little scared towards Abygiel.

"Don't be a maid. Why are you opening things in my private room? You taught your parents manners, right?" Abygiel needed to reprimand him so that Hanum would not repeat the same thing again.

"Sorry, Mas. I was just bosen. Keep looking at the file it turns out there is a photo of Sister Zahra. Pantes Mas Abygiel cannot move on. Zahra is so beautiful. So I want to be pretty like Madam Zahra, hihihi...!" Hanum tickled himself with his words. I couldn't believe it if he would talk like that.

"Dream it there! Move aside!" Banish Abygiel so that Hanum would rise from his seat of power.

"Yes, if so, Hanum will go home, Mas. There is still a lot of work."

"Did you remember the way home?" Abygiel reminded him again of that one because Abygiel was sure Hanum would not think of finding out his home address.

Hanum immediately reached into the paper in the pocket that He still kept earlier but he fell silent when he remembered that the only one recorded there was Abygiel's office address while Hanum did not know his employer's home address.

"Don't know, Mom. Hanum forgot to ask Oma earlier? Well, then tell me, Mom!" Hanum ventured to hand over the paper to Abygiel to have the man write down the address he wanted.

"Just play around, what am I your maid? There is I who must tell you. Comewithme!"

Abygiel took Hanum downstairs again and got into his car. Today Abygiel will be pouring into Zahra's tomb as this day coincides with the day of his wife's death. It should have been the same date as Milko's birthday when Abygiel left but because it couldn't have been on the same date. Abygiel decided to take the day to Wednesday.

Abygiel bought several colors of flowers that have been picked small lucky place not far from the diet. So it makes it easier for riders to buy on the spot.

"Hold this!" Abygiel handed the basket with the flowers to Hanum.

"Yes, it's."

After paying, the two continued to enter the public cemetery area and parked their car at the place to buy flowers.

Hanum who saw the place so reminded him of the late mother who had left him for a long time.

Abygiel stopped right at Zahra's tomb. Where the tomb was made using beautiful cement. There are flowers growing in it.

"Oh, so this is Ma'am Zahra's grave?"

Hanum sat next to Abygiel. He prayed in his heart that Zahra would be happy in nature.

Abygiel took over the flower from Hanum's hand and sowed it to the ground. Seeing that Hanum was flattered. Apparently there are still young people who want to take care of the funeral of the wife with sincerity and love.

Usually men who lose their wives quickly get up and find a new replacement. But Abygiel did not do it until five years had passed.

"Zahra, how are you, honey? I'm here to miss you and to tell you that Milko is five years old now. He's so funny and clever. I always lose a debate or play a game with him!" Abygiel interspersed with a smile of bitterness.

So soft was the way the man spoke, Hanum could see the deep sorrow and sorrow in the eyes of an Abygiel.

Hanum would do the same if he lost someone as meaningful as Zahra, like losing her. But in the end Hanum learned to sincerely sincerity until he gave up Farhan's father decided to marry again.

For him Farhan's father's happiness is all that matters now. They must be able to continue life and let go of dark times because it will only make it difficult to rise from the slump.

"May Zahra be happy there. I am sure Mbak Zahra is a good woman and the wife of Sholehah can be seen from the way Mas Abygiel can not be separated from Mbak Zahra. So Zahra must have been an angel of heaven there!"

Abygiel stared at the teenage girl. He did not expect Hanum to pray for Zahra.

"Let's go home!" Take Abygiel then.

"Yes, Mum."

Both of them rushed to leave the funeral and may continue to go home. Ya Hanum hoped Abygiel would drive her and not drop her off halfway.