Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Azizah Cuisine

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Azizah was neat with the clothes she had changed, because she had finished bathing, her face was back soon, there was no smell of the kitchen anymore in Azizah's body.

Even he himself could feel if his body was already very fresh, unlike earlier which was so sticky

After wearing Azizah's full outfit, returning to her room, Azizah breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her husband had not yet come out of the bathroom.

Azizah was cleaning up in a hurry, as she left her husband alone in the bathroom.

Though Iqbal still hurt his legs, Azizah therefore felt unsettled leaving Iqbal alone in the bathroom.

"Mas Iqbal is done?" ask Azizah to make sure.

"You just wait Zizah, I'll call you when I'm done" Iqbal replied from inside the bathroom he yelled a little, so Azizah could hear his voice.

Azizah nodded unconsciously when she heard the screams of her husband, but Iqbal would not see the response nod his head.

"Why does she shower longer than women" Azizah commented.

Azizah thinks Iqbal will be a little longer in the bathroom, she decided to clean the room first.

About 10 minutes later Azizah heard Iqbal's voice calling her. "My zizah is done" said Iqbal.

"Yes mas" Azizah hurriedly went into the bathroom to help her husband.

Azizah was flabbergasted in disbelief when Iqbal was wearing pants perfectly, Azizah felt that she had been deceived by her cold husband.

"Can Iqbal wear his own pants?" despite doubts Azizah still throws questions to Iqbal, is it true Iqbal can already wear his own pants.  

"Yes! why is something wrong? You want to put my pants on?" Iqbal asked with a mischievous smile.

"It's not like that mas, but why can wear your own pants while opening them no" Azizah's great-grandson hesitantly.

Iqbal snorted in annoyance. "You know this Azizah only I wear it with full struggle, from the moment I called you, but you never come" Iqbal explained there was a slightly upset tone Iqbal let out.

"Sorry, Azizah took a bath while waiting for the mas to finish"

"Now let's go out I don't feel at home in the bathroom for long" said Iqbal ketus. 

"It doesn't feel right that she took a shower for so long" Azizah said in her mind.

Azizah patiently helped her husband out of the bathroom. "Mas let's eat first, I've cooked" Azizah asked. After coming out of the bathroom, she had also tidied up her husband's clothes. 

Iqbal turned to his faithful wife standing there. "Are you sure you can cook? sure your cooking is good?" Iqbal asked to make sure, he hesitated a little at Azizah.

"I'm so sure!" sahut vigorously.

"Well let's eat, I wonder what your cooking tastes like" Iqbal slightly reined in Azizah.

"whoever is afraid, I will help mas Iqbal go to the dinner shirt"

After a small debate between Azizah and Iqbal. Azizah helped Iqbal walk into the dining room. They finally arrived at the dining room. 

Azizah was happy at least, even though her husband was cute and a little cold, her husband was willing to talk to her, so there was always a debate between the two of them.

"What are you cooking?" ask Iqbal when they haven't gotten to the dinner shirt.

"Chicken pock and vegetable lodeh" he said lightly, Iqbal nodded.

Arriving at the dining room Azizah petrified Iqbal to sit down. After that she took the rice and side dishes on her husband's plate.

"Are you sure this is bad?" ask Iqbal again to make sure. He asked as Azizah was already sitting on the chair.

He also ate, so the two of them ate with Azizah cuisine. Iqbal was a little surprised why his wife could eat so casually and not at all uncomfortable when he was wearing the niqab.

"How do you make it?" azizah asked to make sure, she was curious about her husband's comments.

"Lumayan" said Iqbal. Though he wanted to say this was delicious, but Iqbal was too prestigious to praise his wife.

"The service means good, I just need to try again to be good enough"

"Yes so" with a chuckle Iqbal became, without Iqbal realized himself from earlier eating his wife's cooking very greedily.

"He was kind but he ate well" Azizah smiled behind his veil.

Azizah felt there was a silver lining behind Iqbal's fall from the stairs, as it allowed them to communicate, she also felt like a wife.

Wives who are no longer ignored by the husband, even though they just know each other, right said Azizah he only had to try. 

"Wait here for a while Zizah will clean this up first" he told Iqbal. Iqbal just nodded.

After eating Azizah cleaned the dishes used by herself and Iqbal ate, Azizah immediately washed all the dishes.

Iqbal could only watch his wife from the dining table. "why does she look like she used to do all this" Iqbal's inner self, unconsciously looked at her body with a smile adorning her face.

Finish washing the dishes Azizah approached Iqbal again. "Where is Iqbal going?" ask Azizah memastika.

"Take me to the living room" he told me.

Azizah did not deny that she took her husband to the family room. "Azizah can you please take my laptop and cell phone in the upper room?"

"I'll get it for Iqbal mas, where's the mas attached to it?" ask Azizah to make sure.

"On the table in the room"

"Alright" Azizah immediately picked up the item requested by her husband.

Before long Azizah was back on Iqbal's side giving the goods Iqbal requested.

"Mas Iqbal will work?" ask Azizah to make sure.

"Yes"

"Then Zizah made you drink it"

"Hmmm" dehem Iqbal, signs agree if Azizah makes him drink.

With a happy feeling Azizah linked Iqbal to drink to accompany his work. "This is the drink of the mas, Zizah taru dimeja" he said after returning from the kitchen.

"Hmm" again Iqbal just mendehem make Azizah understand, when he will step away Iqbal sound.

"Where are you going Zizah?" Iqbal asked without looking at Azizah.

Azizah smiled as usual behind her veil. "I want to wash mas, just like to clean the house, Azizah has not cleaned the house" he explained.

Iqbal understood that he let Azizah do the activities of his senetara house to focus on working. "Don't be too tired Azizah" Iqbal said in a cold tone, Azizah just nodded.

Iqbal did not feel uncomfortable at all when Azizah paced next to him to clean the house, even Iqbal occasionally smiled when he saw Azizah passing in front of him.

Iqbal involuntarily howled in his heart. "If only you hadn't pressed the veil at this moment, I'd be curious about your face that you've always hidden behind it" Iqbal said.

Iqbal continued to look at Azizah who was sweeping the floor of the house where they lived very tightly and painstakingly.