Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
New house

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The next day Iqbal and Azizah were ready to move house, Azizah had already cleaned up the goods to be brought.

While when Azizah will take care of Iqbal goods, it turns out that Iqbal goods have been neatly arranged all in the suitcase, Azizah does not know who has cleaned all her husband's goods, even though Azizah wants to clean it up.

Iqbal who is accustomed to being independent, doing all his own work makes Iqbal does not need anyone's help, usually if Iqbal is busy his mother will help even if only just. 

The existence of Azizah does not change anything for Iqbal, after all Iqbal has not been able to accept Azziah, who has become his wife.

Now Azizah and Iqbal are ready to move house, not much luggage they carry, there are only 3 suitcases.

A suitcase belonging to Azizah that has not been opened at all.

Heri and Ria take their son and daughter-in-law to the front of the house.

Ria stroked Azizah and Iqbal's backs in turn. "Be careful on the road, if you have arrived to talk to your father, Bal" Ria's message.

Iqbal turned to the side so he faced his mother. "Yes ma'am, besides Iqbal and Azizah just moved house not far from here" Iqbal said softly to his mother was able to help Azizah a little relieved.

At least although Iqbal was a little cold when communicating with him, in-laws were fine. 

Azizah was very sure that her husband was a good man.

Moreover, seeing the interaction of Iqbal with his mother who was very close, making Azizah more convinced, if Iqbal can love him someday, now Azizah only needs to struggle, but now Azizah only needs to fight, so that her husband would no longer be cold to her.

"Remember Bal, there take good care of Azizah" Heri's voice-opening message, Iqbal nodded in response to his father.

Azizah and Iqbal crucified Heri and Ria in succession. "We say goodbye to my father, Assalamualaikum" Iqbal said after kissing his mother's hands and cheeks.

The same thing Azizah did, not because she imitated Iqbal, only Azizah was used to kissing Ria. "Assalamualaikum ma'am, father" Azizah said.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Heri and Ria compactly.

The two release Iqba and Azizah with chest area, this time without making Iqbal help Azizah enter her suitcase the depth of the trunk of the car. Once completed, the two enter the depth of the car simultaneously.

Not a word came out of both of their mouths. Azizah was afraid to start the conversation, because Iqbal always acted cold if there were only the two of them.

Like last night, when Azizah was going to sleep, she was confused because she did not see her husband in the room, Azizah also wanted to sleep in a mattress but felt unworthy.

Finally he sat on the sofa that was already in Iqbal's room, Azizah was deliberately waiting for Iqbal, he just remembered if the husband was working.

About 1 hour Azizah waited for Iqbal to return from his study, while waiting for Iqbal, Azizah did some useful activities.

When Azizah was chanting the holy verse of the Quran, the door of the room opened, Azizah quickly put her Quran after it was finished, she knew who had entered the room must be her husband.

"Mas" called Azizah in a soft voice, when Iqbal had entered the room.

After saying that to Azizah, Iqbal passed by taking a pillow, then came back out of the room.

Without Iqbal noticing, his words hurt Azizah's feelings. Azizah was self-conscious if she and Iqbal had just known each other, but Azizah did not expect that Iqbal would be cold to her.

Azizah did not realize that her tears had washed her niqab. Quickly. Azizah wiped her tears, as if she realized Azizah immediately beristighfar and convinced herself, surely her husband Iqbal would accept her.

Be the night of the bride and groom, the two separated the rooms no longer separated the bed, it should be that night, the most beautiful night for both of them, but Iqbal who was not ready to accept Azizah. Making the wedding night a habar for Iqbal. And a painful night for Azizah.

There are still 10 minutes left for Iqbal and Azizah to get to the new house, since there was no chatter coming out of the two, Azizah who was too afraid to open the conversation, while Iqbal is lazy to mince words.

Until Azizah finally heard Iqbal take a small breath when her car entered an alley that only fit for two vehicles.

"All the items there are complete, I also yesterday told people to clean the house" Iqbal said coldly

Azizah was only able to swallow her saliva when she heard Iqbal's cold voice. "Iy-a m-a-s" he said.

After that no conversation at all came out of the mouth of Azizah or Iqbal, until finally Iqbal stopped his car in front of a simple level house.

When looking at the front of the house alone Azizah already likes it, because the design is not too luxurious, but amazing. Maybe for Iqbal the house is not too luxurious, but not for Azizah the house is very luxurious.

"I've thought about this before, you know what my purpose is to choose a house with mom and dad?" Iqbal asked Azizah coldly, Azizah shook her head because she did not know anything.

"We separate the rooms, in the house there are 4 rooms, two rooms below and two more above, you will want to sleep in any room, my room is upstairs" connect Iqbal when only getting a response from the movement only by Azizah.

The deg!  azizah's heart was very sick, she only knew if her husband's purpose was to separate the house, just because he did not want if his in-laws knew the husband could not accept him.

It was like Azizah's tears were going to go down her cheeks, as much as possible Azizah held back her tears so as not to spill at that moment.

"Let's get off!" bring Iqbal to Azizah still with her voice. Iqbal did not know that his wife was trying to hold back her tears.

Again Azizah just nodded in response to Iqbal, it made Iqbal cluck. "You got a mouthful of answers! Is it because of your niqab, you can't talk" Iqbal said, not snapping at your voice capable of stabbing into Azizah's heart space

The deg! Just before her heart was still not healed over the treatment of her husband, Iqbal again made Azizah's heart feel sore. Azizah did not know if she would stick with her husband's attitude like that.

Iqbal always spoke in a cold tone if there were only the two of them. 

"No mas, I'm just a little unhealthy" Azizah said she was forced to lie, whether consciously or not, when Azizah said she was sick with Iqbal's reflex holding Azizah's forehead.

The deg! This time Azizah's heart almost dislodged when her husband touched her forehead just like that. Azizah smiled a little she knew her husband had a soft heart.

"Let's go in with your suitcase" said Iqbal back cold as he regained consciousness, holding Azizah's forehead.

Azizah smiled behind her niqab as she walked behind Iqbal, remembering that it had just happened.