Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Unable to accept

Bismilbornohmanirohim.

The evening after the event was over, as usual after the prayer isya Iqbal will gather with his parents in the family room. Usually they will gather in the family room after ashar and after Isya.

This time there was something different than usual, because there was Azizah who gathered with them. Ria smiled when she saw Azizah was among them.

"For a long time, I have wanted to see other women besides my mother sitting between two different men of this generation" Ria said.

Ria who was sitting next to her daughter-in-law stroked Azizah's arm very gently. Azizah turned to her mother-in-law as she smiled behind the veil she was wearing.

Ria knew if Azizah smiled at him, she could see from both of Azizah's shining eyeballs. "You are beautiful, especially if you keep smiling like that" praised Ria on Azizah who made Iqbal frown in wonder, from where her mother knew if Azizah smiled, even her face was invisible thought Iqbal.

"Thank you ma'am" 

Azizah continued to look at her mother and father-in-law in turn, not knowing why Azizah was afraid to look at Iqbal, especially whenever Azizah accidentally saw Iqbal. Iqbal was looking at him with a lazy look.

Iqbal had not seen what Azizah's face was like, Iqbal had not seen his wife's face. Because after the completion of the akad event until now Iqbal can only rest.

Just now when you change clothes and use the room Iqbal, which will automatically be the room Azizah as well. Azizah and Iqbala had never entered a room together.

Azizah who just got the moon guest, just when the ijab was finished, was lucky that Azizah realized if she got a monthly guest. So Azizah had a chance to clean it up first.

"You two if you can quickly love mom and dad momongan" said Heri just like that, without knowing the situation if the child and daughter-in-law do not know each other.

Azizah knows exactly what a wife's duties are, but she does not want her husband to touch her irresponsibly later.

Seeing Azizah and Iqbal silence Heri again opened her voice. "Why are you two quiet? Don't you want to give me a grandson?" suddenly it made Azizah upset, wanting to answer God willing, but she did not want her horrible husband who did not.

Seeing Azizah silent at last Iqbal spoke up to answer his father's words. "God is the Father" he said despite his doubts.

Azizah immediately glanced at the husband with a fluffy smile, just then Iqbal saw Azizah, quickly Azizah turned her gaze.  

"Alhamdulillah" compact Ria and Heri together.

"Hopefully get a baby soon" 

"Aamiin" said Azizah just like that, when Ria said to him.

This time Iqbal replaced the one who looked at Azizah for a moment did not know what he had to express, without Iqbal realizing he was a little smiling, when Azizah agreed to the words of the mother containing prayers in it. 

After that as usual they will chat about many things, Iqbal can see Azizah as usual chatting with her mother and father, Azizah very comfortable there.

It made Iqbal curious where his mother and father knew Azizah, and since when they knew this woman who had become his wife.

While chatting secretly Iqabl occasionally glanced at Azizah, so he was accidentally fascinated with Azizah's lashes, the eyes were radiated so beautifully, she said, Iqbal quickly realized he did not want to be caught watching Azizah.

"I also don't know if I've accepted her or not, seeing her as my wife wearing a veil, I'm not ready, later if people know especially office friends if I have a wife like Azizah want to put where my face is" Iqbal's regent still has not received Azizah completely.

"Mr, mother" he said hesitantly.

"Why is Bal anything you want to say to your father and mother? Or maybe also with Azizah your wife" did not know Heri guess or what, which is clear what Heri said is true there is an important thing Iqbal wants to discuss.

"Iqbal had thought before about this mother, father, Iqbal and Azizah will live alone in the house that Iqbal had bought for a long time, the house is in the Mentari housing" 

Iqbal ventured to express his desire, in order to be able to separate the house with his mother and father.

Ria and Heri looked at each other. 

"Are you sure of your decision, son?" ria asked to make sure, she always smiled gently at Iqbal.

"Iqbal was sure ma'am, but Iqbal did not know with Azizah whether he agreed or not, because Iqbal had not discussed with him before" said Iqbal.

Now Ria and Heri looked at Azizah for approval. And Iqbal too. Iqbal hopes Azizah understands what she wants.

"Azizah follow what mas Iqbal only said ma'am, father" he said.

There Iqbal breathed a sigh of relief, when Azizah agreed to his wish. Iqbal thought Azizah was going to make things difficult for him.

Iqbal, who had expressed his wish, remembered that he still had a job that had not been completed.

"I went to the study first ma'am, I have a job Iqbal must finish tonight" Iqbal said, rising from his seat.

"You're not wrong Iqbal? the night the bride and groom still have a job, didn't you buy the day off to get married by the office?" asked Ria not to think about the child.

"It's not like that ma'am, Iqbal does have a holiday, but still Iqbal has to check the documents sent to Iqbal" he explained Iqbal did not want his mother and father to misunderstand.

"Mother and father understand, you finish the trust you hold, but do not forget your wife and rest"

"Yes father, Iqbal lives first then" when Iqbal was about to step, Azizah opened her voice, hearing Azizah who spoke Iqbal again paused her steps.

"Mas let me make you some coffee" Azizah bargained, who was waiting for Iqbal's approval.

"True Iqbal let Azizah make you drink son" said Ria when she saw Iqbal did not immediately answer Azizah's offer.

Iqbal forced to smile as sincerely as possible he did not want to hurt the feelings of his mother and father, because he could not accept the existence of Azizah as his wife.

Iqbal nodded while saying. "I don't want coffee, tea" he said, which made Azizah's smile rise up behind her veil.

"Good mas" said Azizah with enthusiasm.