Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Ruckus forged work

Bismilbornohmanirohim.

Today Azizah intends to deliver

 lunch for her husband at the office. Azizah wants to make a surprise for Iqbal. 

Iqbal had already told Azizah where she worked, and what her servant, Iqbal also told Azizah of her salary.

There was nothing Iqbal kept secret from Azizah, everything he told Azizha. "It's over" Azizah said happily.

"Iqbal would love to bring me lunch" Azizah said.

After finishing preparing provisions for her husband, Azizah immediately prepared, she changed her clothes first, not forgetting Azizah wearing her niqab when going out of the house.

"Later how to react Iqbal mas, when I go to his office bring food, surely Iqbal mas will be happy" said Azizah to himself.

Azizah was already impatient to see her husband's first reaction, when she found out that he was seeing Iqbal at lunch.

After finishing packing all the items Azizah would bring, she immediately went out of the house.

Not to forget Azizah locked her house first. "Bismilbornohmanirohim" 

"hopefully Iqbal is pleased" Azizah steps in to find a taxi to the office where her husband works.

It is not difficult to get a taxi around where they live, because many taxis are still heroes, when entering the taxi, Azizah was relieved to get a female taxi driver..

"Where's mbak?" ask the taxi driver kindly.

"The orchid road mbak" who does not know what the orchid road is, the orchid road is an elite area, and a famous company in the city.

"Good mbak" 

About 30 minutes finally the taxi driver had stopped the pace of the place on the highway orchid.

After paying the fare, Azizah immediately got off from the taxi, not forgetting Azizah thanked the taxi driver earlier.

Azizah reread the address given by her husband a few days ago. "God, so big is the office" said Azizah who was so amazed at where her husband worked.

Of course Azizah knew her husband's position in the office, Iqbal already had a position as a famous director, although his position was very high, never once Iqbal competed in his subordinates.

Because Iqbal realized everyone had their own share, he also did not boast about his position, again because Iqbal knew all he had was a deposit.

Stay how we manage the deposit, whether we can keep it trust, or even we use it for things that are not good, all of it back to the person.

Azizah walked towards the receptionist. "Can I help you?" asked a male receptionist kindly to Azizah.

"I want to meet with Mr. Iqbal" said Azizah politely, a woman who accidentally heard Azizah's speech approaching him haughtily.

"Hey, what a strange woman you dare to meet with director Iqbal, who are you?" maki that woman.

Azizah did not answer, she just stroked her chest to be patient. The male receptionist looked at Azizah with pity.

She knows who the woman who just wore Azizah, she is one of the trust managers of the company she works for.

Everyone already knows that if Citra is one of the women who is crazy about Iqbal, not even just Citra in the company where Iqbal works, there are some women who compete to get Iqbal, but never one of those Iqbal lyrics.

Later he ended up again who received a reprimand from the boss, because it was not work, from some women who liked Iqbal Citra and Olive was the most frequent cause of trouble.

"I don't have an appointment" Azizah said hesitantly.

"Hey, strange woman, no longer have an appointment kok still want to meet, remember the self-esteem mbaknya, already wear clothes kayak that is still shameless" Citra back wearing Azizah.

The image looked at Azizah with an unhappy look. "Please mother Citra, do not damage the good name of our company, just because the mouth of the mother who was never schooled" said mas-mas receptionist felt furious with his own behavior Citra.

The image of a snorting was upset, because he got a reprimand from the receptionist who was very famously fierce, if already angry. The receptionist was young.

"What is this storm?" a middle-aged man approached them.

The image and receptionist named Tio was seen from the name tag that was nodding a sign of respect to the middle-aged men who approached them.

The middle-aged man also nodded in response. "This is sir-" said Citra cut because Tio first voiced.

"So this is Mr. Firman, this mbak wants to meet with recruited Iqbal, but he does not have an appointment with him" explained Tio, while glancing at Citra sharply.

The Word looked at Azizah, it was like recognizing this woman before him. "Let him come in" said Firman after recognizing who the woman behind her veil was.

Hearing the Firm's words of course made Citra not accept, while Tio laughed in her heart mocking Citra.

"But Mr. Firman, you do not suspect women like this" Citra said as she looked at Azizah from top to bottom. "Who knows he has malicious intentions with our company" Citra continued, trying to corner Azizah.

"Please keep talking you Citra! I have warned you several times, whether you are tired of working in my company" said Firman full of emphasis.

"Learn from your mistakes Imagery! Don't keep making trouble, I don't need employees like you, I could fire you right now, for not having manners, but I still respect your father" word full of emphasis.

Again Tio laughed with satisfaction in his heart, because he saw the image of the pretentious woman being scolded by the owner of his company directly. Moreover, Tio could see it directly.

While Azizah, from then on, was silent, not daring to interfere. "I recognize this woman, follow Uncle Azizah" said Firman who made Citar stunned. Tio also felt astonished.

But make Azizah confused, pama? Didn't he not have an uncle, but Azizah seemed to remember something. 

Tio laughed out loud as the Word and Azizah were gone. "Eat it mbak if you have a mouth guarded, or want me to go to school first" Tio bargained.

The image that was feeling annoyed just left without caring for Tio who was laughing at him. 

"Sorry sir, do you know me?" asked Azizah hesitantly, she walked behind the Word.

"Do you not recognize me anymore Zizah?" ask the Word to make sure.

Azizah thought for a moment that she did indeed feel that she recognized this middle-aged man in front of her, but where? Wh who?

The Word let Azizah think, until she saw Azizah as if remembering something. "Uncle Firman" said Azizah while kissing the back of the Word's hand.

"Alhamdulillah you remember this uncle of yours son" said Firman rubbing the palm of Azizah covered with hijab gently.

"How's aunt and pama doing?" tanyakanya.

"Alhamdulilah ndok"