The Journey of Love Habibah..
How's the talk?

Tonight, Zelly is suddenly like a teenager. Since he received a short message from Habibah if he was willing to give him a chance. Suddenly there was a flower garden blooming in his heart. Even now he can smile himself every time he remembers the sentence Habibah said in his short message.

Thank you God..

I never dreamed of getting this chance. But I wouldn't refuse it to come into my life either.

I thought it was impossible for me, but I forgot that nothing is impossible for You.

You can easily turn the hearts of Your servants upside down, and you have now turned your heart to be willing to accept my proposal in just a few days after we meet again.

If you are meridhoi us, then please make him happy during life with me. Don't let her cry and get hurt again, especially just because of me.

His eyes are difficult to sleep, now his eyes are busy staring at the photos in a file on his cellphone. The shadow when they first met Habibah until the last time they met continued to flutter before his eyes. It was like a projector was replaying all those memories before him.

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As usual, this morning Habibah did activities that were not much different from the usual day. Starting from the dawn prayer, cooking for breakfast and taking care of his children. After everything was over, because today was the weekend, so they just relaxed at home. Habibah has not started taking her cake order, nor has she visited her shop since returning from the city two days ago.

This morning haibah was sitting in the middle of the house while accompanying Zain to play, while Nur Laily with his reading book, he said, while his parents were sitting casually in the house while eating fried cassava accompanied by a cup of his father's favorite coffee.

" Uma... When do we have a new Abah?" suddenly Nur Laily asked on the sidelines reading his book.

" Uh.. That's what it's like, dear.." Habibah was really surprised by the question from her daughter who suddenly. And Nur Laily's question was heard by his grandmother and grandfather who was the distance between the middle room and the terrace is only a few meters.

" Hear your son bibah.. After all, they want to have a father like everyone else, don't they, Nur..?" his grandmother asked a question posed by Nur Laily.

" Yes, I like to be envious when I see friends at the shuttle and get picked up at school. Then if you go for a walk there is also his father. While me... Everywhere just the same Uma, stuck with grandpa or grandma. Sometimes it's the same eye." answered Nur Laily seriously.

" amma... Why is it not Om who was our brother that day?" ask Nur Laily again.

" Om which Nur... Is there a?" sambar his grandmother before Habibah could answer.

" There's grandma.. People are handsome, friendly, and like a lot of money too. Hehehe.." replied Nur Laily while putting his index finger on the chin like a person who is seriously thinking.

" Ih...! You know, the little ones already know the handsome and a lot of money.." Sahut Habibah while still accompanying Zain play. But without feeling his face warmed when he heard Nur Laily say Zelly's figure earlier.

" amma... Could it be Uma, Om it's our Abah? I like that same Om."

" Who is Bibah..?" her mother was curious.

" sat.... That's you ma. Mr. Zelly, Bibah's former boss, used to work in oil palm plantations. Time in Samarinda did not accidentally meet with him." explained Habibah. But he has not dared to say that Zelly also asked him to be given the opportunity to marry her.

" Oh... Who used to be here when you married Purnomo, right? Uh, if it's not wrong when you marry Qodir he also came, right? They are handsome, friendly too.. That's right what your son said, it looks like he's also well established in his life.." his mother chimed in seriously.

" lh.. Mamma... But he was 10 years older than Bibah you know ma.."

" He is a widower ma." replied Habibah slowly.

" Is there a child?" ask her mother again.

" Nothing.."

" Yes it's okay.. Even if there is a child, yes you must be as kind as you are now to your daughter." advised her mother again.

" but... "

" No need to but-but... If he really is you do not close your heart and yourself. Remember there are rights of your children that you must fulfill, and that they can only get from a father not from a mother. You can take care of them and raise them well, but a father's love you can't give them. Because as perfect as you are, you will not be able to replace the father figure of them. And they still miss the father figure of a man who is willing to be their father, not of you."

" Yes ma... Bibah just afraid can not be fair with him if he married Bibah, fear Bibah can not happy him alone..."

" Yes, that means you have to really fight to make her happy with something she likes. We as women should be able to give something they like even if we do not like it. Either from our attitude, his favorite food and so on. Never do what we like so that we feel comfortable, because we will find things that we do not like from our partner. Whether it's from his attitude, his likes and so on. If we want our household adem yes we must be patient with these things and sacrifice our pleasure so that the household can last. "advice his mother further.

" Yes ma, inshaallah." answered Habibah briefly.

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Trings...

There was a tone of a notification from Habibah's cellphone lying on his mattress. Habibah immediately opened it and saw there was a chat from Zelly.

" Noris-alaykum...

Nur, tomorrow we go there..

But I'm sorry, my mama can't come because she's still in the village. Maybe later if we marry, he can come. I'm the same impression friend, it's okay?"

The content of Zelly's chat greatly surprised Habibah. Because Habibah did not expect that Zelly would come to ask him so soon. Even Habibah did not dare to say that to his parents.

Ouch...

How'this...? I haven't said anything about Mr. Zelly to mom and the kids. If I say now, the effect will be very sudden. But if I don't tell you it's worse now.

Ouch...

How do you say it, huh..?

When I said" Mama, Mr. Zelly would come to bed" is that it?