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As usual, Aiza cooked together with Qanita in the kitchen.  Aiza seemed uninterested in talking much, she was more silent.  Not much noise. Almost as quiet.

Seeing her daughter's drastically changed behavior, Qanita immediately knew what was happening. There must be some trouble in her daughter's household. Although she did not know the true root of the problem, but Qanita did not want to ask much. He also chose to silence his daughter so that the problem does not add runyam. If you speak wrong, it will even make Aiza offended. Silence is better. Occasionally Qanita glanced at her daughter with a knotty smile. 

Soon Akhmar appeared in the dining room where his presence could be reached by the eyes of Aiza who was in the kitchen. Because between the kitchen and the dining room there is no wall limit, without room dividers.

Akhmar approached Ishmael, who was opening the refrigerator and sipping a cold drink. Drinking cold in the morning? Not wrong? Akhmar was astonished to see his father-in-law's behavior as well.

"Change, let's go to the kitchen!" take Akhmar in a polite tone.

Ismail was choking. 

Well yeah... Just invited to talk.

Ismail returned the bottle to the refrigerator door. "Why are you taking me to the kitchen, huh?" ishmael with a sharp look.

Akhmar pulled the corners of his lips until his handsome face was adorned with a smile. "Washing dishes, brother!"

Ismail glared, glancing towards the sink in the kitchen filled with dirty dishes used for dinner.

"Or let me do the dishes, wash my clothes, how?" tawar Akhmar invited his in-laws to negotiate. "Kasian umi did it alone."

"Hey, it's inappropriate for you to rule over the old man!" Ishmael stepped away with an annoyed face.

That attitude was responded to with a wry smile by Akhmar. He then stepped into the kitchen. Stand in front of the sink, then start doing the activity of washing dishes. 

Amidst the feeling of annoyance, tucked away a sense of awe that flowed just like that in Aiza's mind saw Akhmar who was so deft in doing the dishes. Not at all stiff. He seems used to working on it.

"It's a dirty glass!" Qanita stared at Aiza while giving the code to deliver the dirty glass that was lying on her front desk to the sink, where Akhmar was washing dishes. Intentionally he told Aiza, he knew that there was a problem between Aiza and Akhmar so that the two of them were silent.

Accustomed to obedience, Aiza obeyed her general orders, took a few glasses and put them in the sink, where Akhmar was washing dishes.

This is what Rosulullah does, which is doing homework, rolling up his sleeves to do activities at home, including drawing water to bathe his wife. 

There was no discussion when Aiza put the glass down and then she continued to make unfinished toast.

"Akhmar!" call gentle qanita.

"Yes, Umi?" sahut Akhmar with a focused view towards the glass he was washing.

"Aren't you proud to jump into the kitchen to do the job?"

"Prestigious if you can not make a living for women, Umi. If washing dishes must be prestige?" replied the man in a white shirt with those knee-length shorts.

"It is precisely the man who does the same work as Rosulullah does that is noble, not even lowering his degree. Rosul is not reluctant to do homework, just like you do. What is sought in this world is glory before God, and that is one of them." Qanita smiled so sweetly.

Akhmar put the dishes onto the shelf. He finished washing the dishes.

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