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Habibah POV~

It starts with a past I never knew.

I grew up in a boarding school owned by Aunt Rumini who since childhood I have considered as Mother, and Uncle as Father to me. Simple life that makes me comfortable, even more grandfather Raharja who lives in the city always come to visit every weekend, so every time until I grow up.

Until finally that day came.

"Miss habibah, Mr. Raharja asks you to go home, your home too. He's very sick." A middle-aged man came to pick me up.

"Go, maybe it's time." so Aunt Rumini asked me to come along.

Go with a heavy heart, arrive with a sad heart.

*without knowing anything, even my whole life I have never come to this great city. It turns out that Grandpa Raharja's life was far inversely proportional to my life with Aunt Rumini, He was a famous businessman who made my life change.

But not better, but the suffering and sorrow of my life has just begun*.

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Habibah, the girl stood looking at the old grandfather who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face looking very thin. The grandfather's body was limp, unable to move, only able to see and speak a little, his voice was very slow. "Grandpa just wants to see you marry Bram Aditya."

The endless tears fell even more when he heard Grandpa's expression about the request to marry a man he himself had never seen. The son of one of Raharja's grandfather's assistants.

"Habibah only wants grandfather to be healed" Habibah replied in his sobbing.

A faint smile was seen from the old face that was already dying, but trying to hold on with all its might.

"My son has arrived, sir."

A middle-aged man of high stature told him, he is the father of Bram Aditya, the man who will be married to Habibah.

Raharja's grandfather only had Habibah as heir to the company and all the assets he had, unfortunately the grandfather had to hide because Habibah's father lived in Singapore with his ambitious second wife, do not hesitate to do anything to master all his property, making the grandfather does not want the existence of the habitabah in the know, fearing that his only grandson is threatened because he is the true heir. Not to mention the cause of the death of Habibah's mother has not been revealed until now.

"Prepare everything." The middle-aged man's orders to his loyal subordinates stood tall at the door.

In just a moment, the atmosphere in the room turned tense as a man named Bram entered the room.

'He's handsome.'

Bram's sturdy hands are already tied to Raharja's grandfather's old hands. With a limp body, the grandfather leaned on a pile of high pillows, saying the ijab slowly until a few seconds later.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Habibah bint Rudy Utama with the dowry paid in cash!"

Tears dripped along with the word SAH, from some of the people deliberately presented in the room.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah." The words that sound happy between the breaths are continuous. Smile rises like a crescent moon on the wrinkled lips of grandfather Raharja, but then the breath that is interested does not come out again.

"Grandfather." Call Habibah with a blocked breath.

And when it was also the seconds of the clock stopped as if giving time for Habibah to call and squeal a beloved call. The shadow of being with his grandfather when he always visited Habibah at his uncle's house since he was a child, every weekend always comes with a smile and a lot of gifts even for all pesantren children belonging to his uncle. But now it's gone..

"Grandpa!!"

This time he shouted because the old man who leaned back did not give a response.

"Miss, Mr. Raharja is gone." The doctor and the grandfather's assistant said.

His tears echoed through the whitewashed room, his body weak to the side of the bed which bore silent witness to how the old man struggled with pain and tightness, until finally marrying his only grandson.

"Slowly, don't push if you're tired then you can go home."

As soon as the middle-aged man's words guided his son-in-law.

"I should be able to Dad, where might I go home while Dad's still busy with work piling up."

The subtle sound and reassuring temperament made his father-in-law very fond of Habibah.

"None's Dad's coming from Singapore next week."

Habibah raised his head with much thought.

"Like Mr. Raharja's message, your whereabouts must be kept secret and you will be Mr. Rudy Utama's secretary until the time comes." Frans told Habibah.

"I know Dad." Habibah looked down again sadly. "But what keeps grandfather from telling Dad about me, isn't I quite an adult now?"

"Because next to him is a crafty woman, you won't be able to do anything about it even if you're already part of your father's new family. Never say that you are the daughter of Rudy Utama before his time." explained Frans Habibah's father-in-law.

Of course Habibah could only follow what Frans said, after all he did not know anything about the company and either so had to work and perform at the same time.

Rudy Utama remarried a young woman. They also have a daughter who is also Habibah's age. Not only that, the company's important files were carried by Rudy and his second wife so that when Raharja died they would control everything.

"I don't know what to do?" that innocent pretty face looked confused.

"There is a father and some people who will help you" Frans assured Habibah.

No one is happy to come near.

The bitterness of life since birth was not over, but increased again when married to Bram. The man Habibah did not know at all. He did not care about her even though he did not show bad temper, but the relationship that had not even been acquainted, only knew the name when he was going to say kabul that day, kabul, making both of them always in an awkward atmosphere every day. Even the newlyweds' night just passed by.

At 21:30 Habibah returned home to his father-in-law. Tired and sleepy, so felt Habibah lately. There is no longer a safe and simple life like before.

"Assalamualaikum" he said softly, do not expect anyone to hear, because his household assistant is certainly behind. And her husband may be in the room, or he may be out as he was the night before, and he goes and comes home late at night.

Habibah chose to sleep without changing his clothes first, leaving the hood tightly tied not loose in the slightest and fell asleep alone.

Taught to always be a good and obedient woman, just spend time to learn and learn so not too familiar with how the wild outside life.

But it turns out that it is so difficult to understand and understand how Bram's life is.

The figure of a man who is closed, but looks warm when receiving a call from his friends.

That night Bram was ready with neat clothes.

"Where are you going?" habibah asked on a weekend night, Bram was ready to go, a sturdy body and a handsome indo face. Really if you can be honest, Habibah likes it, wants to be with her, of course it is not strange because Bram is her husband.

"Just meet a friend who just came home from London, I'm sorry I couldn't take you because they know I'm not married yet."

I wanted to spend time together, but was disappointed. Don't talk, just glance at Bram won't be long.

Habibah smiled a little, not wanting to discuss his feelings let alone to argue. Maybe they need some time to get close.

Habibah's reverie sends the departure of Bram's silver car which is increasingly missing.

Suddenly the night was mediocre, now became quiet, dark and make tightness in the chest. Unknowingly if an innocent Habibah is already in love.

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