We are Not Honey
Chapter 38. Back to Jakarta

The airport, which is almost more than a year on the limit of its activities, is now beginning to be back on the padati by visitors and airport officials.

Riyan continued to move his legs while tightly grasping Zahra's hand. His hand was again used to pull the suitcase containing his wife's clothes and personal belongings.

The second step stopped in front of the check counter. Zahra pulled her hand from Riyan's grasp, and took out some important documents. After all was done, the two again stepped in to wait for departure.

When Riyan again grabbed her hand and clasped it tightly, Zahra still kept her mouth shut, and let her husband take her hand again.

The tight grip and warmth felt in his palm, making his heart beat harder as if he wanted to jump out of place.

A couple who still look awkward, stepped into the plane that will take both of them flying towards Jakarta.

"Be careful." Riyan let go of his hand, and allowed Zahra to go up first.

"Thank you." Reply Zahra.

After the two arrive on the plane, Riyan immediately leads Zahra to a business class provided by her father.

"You wanna sit by the window?" Ask Riyan.

Zahra nodded.

After all the passengers had been sitting comfortably in their seats, the plane was preparing to take off.

Zahra saw the beauty of the city of Palembang from a height. Through the glass window of the plane, Zahra stared at the beautiful scenery below. The towering buildings, began to look smaller as the height of the plane.

The beauty of the Musi river and Ampera Bridge, still visible so clearly from where he sits at this time.

It truly amazes this beauty created by God. When he arrived here, the first thing he did was to go to the Ampera Bridge which became the city's icon, and now when he was about to leave, the bridge was still his point of view.

"Rest." Riyan.

Zahra nodded again, then turned her face towards the window of the plane, letting Riyan who was now covering her body use a blanket that had just been delivered by a flight attendant.

Seeing Zahra who had not opened her voice since morning, frightened her a little. Afraid, if the woman who was beside him was forced to do this just because he wanted to appreciate the feelings of his parents.

However, moments later, Riyan's eyes were fully rounded. He was surprised that Zahra suddenly rested her head on his shoulder. A sigh of relief accompanied by a warm smile was seen on Riyan's lips. A brief kiss he landed on the top of his wife's head covered with hijab.

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In Jakarta, a beautiful woman who is the owner of several cafes and star-rated hotels, is now enjoying breakfast with her husband and only daughter. She stared in turn at her husband and daughter. It was clear that he was staring in annoyance at the two people who were both unconcerned about the circumstances.

Somehow more to persuade Riana to want to be introduced to the man who he thinks is suitable with his daughter.

"Mom has someone to introduce you to, Riana. This time I did not accept rejection!" Rianti. Come on, this girl in front of him is already over the age she deserves to be married.

"Nana already has someone, Mom. Actually, Nana wanted to know him yesterday, but I didn't exist." Riana answered still looking indifferent.

"Who?" Ask Kean quickly. He looked at his daughter fully investigating.

"Breakfast first, Dad. Nana knows it too." Answer Riana. Look at the food on the father's plate for a while, then go back to eating his breakfast.

"Do not lie!" Threatening Rianti.

"You know, son. Marriage is part of perfecting half the religion. Are you going to waste that chance?" This time Kean made a sound. She knew her daughter was not thinking about getting married. Though his age, it has exceeded the limit for a girl to start building a household.

"Yes, Dad. Later in the hospital Nana will recognize." Answer Riana. Oh yeah, Dad. Last night Zahra told me that she and Riyan would be returning to Jakarta today." Riana told me.

"Alhamdulillah. So how's their marriage?" Ask Rianti.

"Well that's it, Mom. It seems that Meisya has already chosen to let go of herself and let Riyan go back with Zahra." Answer Riana.

Love is sometimes that complicated, but she will still know where she needs to go back. He knows who the real owner is because.

Rianti turned her head, looking at her husband so intently. Well, he was in that situation before. Be patient to take Kean with his twin brother, but, in the end, the man who is now enjoying breakfast at the same table, remains reunited with him.

"Dad, Mom, Nana's leaving first." Pamit Riana after breakfast. The girl grabbed her little bag, then stepped out of the dining room.

"Don't forget to know that guy to Dad." Rianti said from the dining table..

"Yes, Mommy." Nana answered and disappeared at the door.

"The kid." Rianti. Beside him, Kean laughed at the wife's behavior that almost every day discussed Riana's marriage. "Laughter until your teeth are dry." Ketus Rianti's.

"Sorry." Kean gently rubbed Rianti's head. "Oh yes today I still have to go to the hospital. Ryan just left today." Kean.

"You're not worried, he's thirty-two years old. Riyan wants to have children." Rianti said while looking at her husband.

"Stay positive, darling. Perhaps God had not met Nana with the right person. We'll wait for who he introduces us to." This time Kean had already rubbed Rianti's cheek fondly.

After breakfast, the two left for work. Kean will take Rianti to the hotel first, then he himself will go to the hospital.

At a cafe owned by her mother, Riana looks so agitated. Every now and then he glanced out of the cafe to see the man he made a pact with.

Moments later the man who had kept her waiting for a few minutes entered the room where she was.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Fikri said sincerely.

"You said you wanted to thank me for helping you back then." Riana looked at Fikri's face for a while, then turned that gaze on her fingers that were clinging to each other on the table.

"Thank you." Answer Fikri.

Riana exhaled.

"Help me." Said pleading.

Fikri frowned not understanding.

"What help?" Ask.

"I want to know you as the man I like my father. And you just say you don't like me, or anything." Riana obviously.

Fikri pulled the corner of her lips, then nodded in agreement to Riana's request.