Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Cook the Iqbal

Bismilbornohmanirohim.

"So Zizah has been found ma?" the voice that sounded so happy from the phone call made Ratih's mother feel calm.

Ratih's mother is relieved now she is sure, if her eldest son who is abroad is fine, from the way he talks, only, the mother could shoot her son so happy to hear the news she gave.

"Right Lutfi, your sister's been found, but you haven't seen her face, she's wearing a niqab, you're more relieved, because your cousin's sister is married to your papa's best employee" sahut Ratih's mom from across the phone.

Currently Ratih's mother is making a voice call to her eldest son who has long settled in the country of people.

Even so the eldest son of Ratih's mother and Mr. Firman will still go home their birth certificate, with his wife at least one year twice.

Ratih's mother had wanted to make a call via Vc, but she said, because her son was in a foreign village that had difficulty signaling, to check on the project being made. 

"But why are mama and papa so sure if the woman is Zizah, even though you have not seen her face well"

There was a confused voice from Lutfi's tone, when Ratih's mother said her cousin's sister Azizah was wearing a niqab.

"We believe that because my mother saw the same birthmark when she was a toddler, it was in her palm, even the woman also remembered the events of 20 years ago that befell our family"

"I know now why mom and dad are so sure if he is Azizah, his memory from childhood is so strong" said Lutfi after hearing an explanation from his mother.

"So when are you and your wife going home? Mama misses you guys?" asked Ratih's mother this time she changed the topic.

"God willing as soon as possible ma, if the project here has been running, I also want to meet my sister who has disappeared for 20 years"

When the two were busy chatting the voice of a woman made Ratih's mother forced to end her voice call to her son Lutfi.

"Mama" cried a woman not so loud.

"Yes" said Ratih's mother.

"Lutfi has been yes mama telpone again, that's your sister had shouted early in the morning at home, she thought this was the forest what yes"

"Assalamualaikum son" said Ratih's mother.

"Waalaikumsalam ma" said Lutfi from across the phone, after hearing Lutfi answer his greetings, Ratih's mother immediately disconnected their phone.

"What the hell is Del screaming this house is not a forest ya" Ratih's mother scolded her third child.

Delia just grinned without feeling guilty. "Mama tell me if Adel really has an older sister who's been missing for 20 years, but now she's been found"

"Why is that?" confused by Ratih's mother, he did not know why Adel's third child could look this happy when asking about Azizah.

"Adel can't wait to meet, want to see which person is like"

"Ohhh, later the person will also go home" said Ratih's mother.

"All right?" asked Adel who looked so enthusiastic. "Today he went to Ma's house" he continued.

"Not today also mama does not know exactly when your Zizah mbak want to play here, but certainly these weeks, if you want to know more when your mbak here, you ask papa"

"Why should you ask papa?"

"Yes, because your mother's husband works in papa's office, papa said yesterday that her husband and your mother want to play here will relieve her work"

"Later Adel asked, but by the way Zizah's husband papa employees who ma?" ask Adel again who is still talking about Azizah.

"Iqbal Director!" sahut Ratih's mother.

"If so Adel went to college first ma, Assalamualaikum" he said with no enthusiasm.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Ratih's mother while letting Adel go to campus.

"He's married apparently, to my own cousin's sister" Adel murmured as he felt himself sluggish.

***

At the house of Mr. Firman who was so excited when he heard Azizah had been found, in contrast to the person who was being talked about, she was a little exhausted this morning by her husband.

"On the morning of the deck" Iqbal greeted with a smile that continued to expand on his cheek as he woke up.

"Morning mas" said Azizah with her bright smile. Although Azizah was actually still upset with her husband, but she had to be kind to her husband so as not to be labeled as a bad wife.

"What do you want?" Iqbal asked as his wife was holding a knife ready to wrestle with vegetables and kitchen utensils.

Azizah who was about to walk to the sink stopped her steps. Because of the question that came out of her husband's mouth.

" Want to cook, want to do it again" said Azizah, who made her husband close to her.

"Here let the mas only cook, you sit only now see the cooking mas" said Iqbal who had held all the tools that Azizah held earlier. 

"Can you cook?" ask Azizah to make sure.

"Can dong you just wait there mas will masakin meet special for the beloved wife mas" said Iqbal.

After saying that to Azizah, Iqbal immediately so focused on his new activity, which is cooking for Azizah his wife.

Azizah who was sitting on the curis could see her husband Iqbal was so clingy while chopping vegetables. "It looks like Iqbal mas is used to cooking, but why don't you ever tell me" said Azizah Lirih, she said to herself.

Azizah did not get tired of just sitting while watching her husband cook for them.

"I'm taking pictures of Iqbal" Azizah said, pulling out her phone.

Several times Azizah took a portrait of her husband who was cooking, sometimes she laughed because she saw Iqbal so funny according to Azizah.

35 Minutes passed Iqbal was done with his activities, Azizah still can not help him, Iqbal prepare everything he cooks the shirt to eat.

"Fraight mas" praised Azizah while smiling at Iqbal, Iqbal rubbed Azizah's head fondly.

"Let's eat, this is specially made for the wife mas" 

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After that Iqbal steals a kiss on the cheek of his wife Azizah laughing along with Iqbal. "Let us eat, bismillahbornrahmanirrahim Allahumma barricade lana fima razaqtana waqina adzabannar" Iqbal prayer.

"Aamiin" said Azizah after that they ate together.

When Azizah entered the first mouthful of her husband's cooking the depth of Azizah's mouth immediately spoke to itself in her mind. "Pantes at that time mas Iqbal said that my cooking is quite good people cook mas Iqbal like this" said Azizah, he did not realize if daydreaming.

"Dek why daydream? The cooking is not good, is it?" iqbal said Azizah.

"It's delicious and even more delicious than having Zizah" Azizah said so honestly.

"But for the mas remains until whenever your cooking tastes good" Iqbal did not want his wife was discouraged.