The Journey of Love Habibah..
Ramadhan

Ayu and Rani are seen unceasingly rubbing the soles of Ririn's feet and hands with telon oil. Hope Ririn quickly kisses. While Sofia's mother sat near Ririn holding Zain who seemed confused by what she had witnessed. Habibah can only pay attention to it from the door that is the separation between the living room and the family room. He was really confused by the current situation, because he remembered telling Ririn that he did not like Purnomo and would not be with him. But in fact, his current status is as a future wife of Purnomo.

Does this include me betraying Ririn? If he recognizes me, what should I say to him? Dear God.. I must how*****now******.?

Fifteen minutes later, Ririn finally regained consciousness as well. Ayu and Rani who are guarding Ririn can finally breathe a sigh of relief, they are really worried about the state of Ririn who was unconscious long enough.

" Aahh, she finally woke up too. Make people worry." said Ayu while leaning her body on the back of the sofa.

" Mba Ririn should drink water first. Kali already feel better mba Ririn home yes. Because there's no point in Ririn as well as now. Because I'm sure no one will care." said Rani, handing a glass of water to Ririn.

" I know." replied Ririn weakly.

" I know you won't forgive me that easily. But at least let me meet my son. I really wanted to see her." Ririn's eyes started getting wet by her tears. He really wanted to see the child he had been ignoring all along.

" Why do you remember the same mba? Mba, how old are you now? It's been eight years..! Where have you been for eight years? Is Mba really her birth mother who gave birth to her?" sela Ayu was sniffing.she was really upset at Ririn.

" Yes .. I know that I've been making mistakes that are hard to forgive. But I really want to meet my son." replied Ririn more and more wistfully.

" Then you have to wait for more than a month because your child is not here now. Okay.. if mba has improved better mba go home now, because we still have a lot of work to do." said Ayu still with a tight tone and drove Ririn gently.

Ririn came home with shaky steps. He came all the way to Purnomo's hometown but had to return with shame and also a deep sense of guilt. He really did not expect that now Purnomo had one by his side and even had one child. While he is, he who has just realized how foolish he is to have left the meek Purnomo cold but never hurt him just to pursue the pseudo happiness of a man who looks warm and romantic but it turned out to be a man who was rough and light-handed.

I left him to pick a con man. And with great difficulty I could break free from it just hoping to see you and our son. But I was late, even too late. You already have someone who can make you truly happy by your side. Mas.. If we meet again, will you forgive all the wrongs I've done to you? Am I allowed to hug our son and apologize to him for ignoring him all this time?

Ririn continued to reflect on her mistakes she had made throughout her journey back home. Her brother was very astonished to see his sister coming home with such a low condition.

" Why are you Rin?" she asked as soon as Ririn entered the house. But Ririn just passed by herself without caring about it as if she did not see and hear the question asked by her brother.

While at Purnomo, Sofia's mother was busy preparing some dishes for the Mahggahan event to welcome the first day of Ramadan. And Habibah assisted by two brothers-in-law from Purnomo to make some kind of traditional cake. The activities they do can really forget the events in the morning. No one talked about Ririn's arrival that morning. It's like it never happened.

Their days pass like a big family, every day they send each other food for sahur or iftar. In fact, they often do iftar together whether it is done at the Habibah family residence or vice versa in the Purnomo family residence. Purnomo brothers-in-law who initially did not like the existence of Habibah, gradually began to accept it. They cannot continue to reject reality if Habibah is much better than them in many ways. There is no reason for them to continue to reject and envy their in-laws' treatment of Habibah that looks more special. Because they themselves slowly began to admit that Habibah was indeed a special woman. And they can't never even be like Habibah.

That morning as usual, Habibah prepared the ingredients that he would use to make cakes and takjil. Habibah made a small stall in front of his house, because it was the month of Ramadan so he only opened his stall in the afternoon every day ba'da ashar. She was helped by her mother or sometimes by her sister Dona. Those who already feel the results made by Habibah can even order it online, and there is a neighbor Habibah who became his permanent courier. The month of Ramadan this time does bring its own blessings for Habibah and people around Habibah. There are also those who order it for resale and usually the area is somewhat far from Habibah residence. Habibah's regular customers rose drastically in the month of Ramadan. Even many who order made for the holiday from far away. Who inevitably must find other energies to help him in fulfilling those orders. In addition to her mother and sister, she also recruited some of her neighbors to help her.

The days leading up to the holiday made Habibah very busy, but she never forgot her promise to make her video call with her little Nur.

" Hello darling.. How's the fast today? Still a spirit, right?" greet Habibah to Nur who previously said greetings first. Even so, Habibah's hands did not stop moving.

" Still the spirit of dong.. Papa was my favorite omelette. So of course my spirit of satisfaction is no less. Oh yes, Mama.. What did mom do today? Why are you so busy now? Is my mom tired?" tanya Nur was concerned to see Habibah who looked very busy.

" Not really, baby.. A lot of help, see a lot of help, right?" said Habibah while pointing his cellphone camera at people who were working to help him.

" Later if mama has married papa, mama should not be tired of looking for money again huh?" nur's small eyes glazed over thinking Habibah was in financial distress.

" Hehe.. Why should we cry? I love this job, so I can help a lot of people later. You can buy whatever your kids want. In addition, you want to have your own home later, so you have to save from now, right baby? And we can make a house together, so we quickly have a house." Habibah tried to comfort Nur with something that made sense and could be accepted by his small brain.

" okay.. Dead I also want a lot of mourning to help mama make a home for us." Nur said excitedly. Habibah and the people who were with him could only smile at the words of the little girl.

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