Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Separate rooms

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Arriving inside the house Azizah no longer see the whereabouts of Iqbal there. Azizah looked up. 

She was sure that her husband was already in the upper room, as Iqbal had said earlier. If the room is upstairs.  

"Maybe Iqbal went to his room" Azizah told herself. I don't know why there was a sense of tightness when he said.

"I'd better get my clothes in the room" Azizah broke up after she passed into the room below.  

Azizah chose the lower room, because she knew that her husband was trying to avoid her.

"You can do Azizah, you can do it!" Azizah encouraged herself.

"Maybe it's not time for you to be happy, don't give up on your marriage Azizah, this is just the beginning. If you give up now then what does it mean 22 years of living with pain, without having both parents"

Azizah lamented her own fate during this time, left by both parents for ever from the age of 1 year, making life Azizah very difficult.

It was a miracle for Azizah to be able to meet Iqbal's parents, and to love herself like a child.

Until one day Ria told Azizah to marry herself to her son Iqbal. "Mommy hope, someday I have a daughter-in-law like you Azizah" said Ria earnestly at that time.

Azizah could only smile. But shortly after, Heri and Ria come back to Azizah to ask for her hand.

"Azizah there are important things that you want to say" Heri said at the time, the three were eating together in Azizah's own modest house.

"Is there anything you and your mom want to say?" confused Azizah when she saw the strange gelagat of the two people she already considered like people know themselves.

Azizah could see Ria hesitating to speak, but after that Ria actually said her point. "Azizah I told you not to, if you want to have a daughter-in-law like yourself" said Ria.

"Yes mom, but what's the problem?" out of curiosity finally the girl who always keep herself from things that are not allowed in her religion, including alone with the non-Mahram finally asked.

Ria took a small breath. "The purpose of mother and father here is not only to visit Azizah, but there are other things. Mother and father want to propose Azizah for Iqbal's mother's child" said Ria earnestly.

The deg! the age of 23 years makes Azizah has not been thought to be married, but seeing the gaze that emanated from both eyes makes Azizah, unable to reject this proposal.

Not because it was remembered so many Ria and husband helped Azizah, but Azizah who could not bear to see Ria drop her tears.

Not knowing why Azizah finally accepted the proposal and agreed to the matchmaking that Ria and Heri made on her.

In Azizah's room, she was still crying without sound lamenting her fate at this time, Azizah was not aware that she had not closed the door.

Iqbal who passed in front of Azizah's room, accidentally saw Azizah's back vibrating, Azizah who faced in front of the closet be only her back can be seen by Iqbal, Iqbal can see everything clearly, Iqbal can see everything clearly, because the door is slightly open wide. 

"Prophet Azizah, don't cry come on why are you now turning whiny" she complained to herself.

Azizah who had not cried anymore finally resumed her activities to put clothes in the closet that had not been finished.

Azizah was unaware of Iqbal's presence at the door of her room, when Azizah turned around, having finished her work how shocked she was to see Iqbal standing at the door of her room.

"Mas Iqbal" said Azizah who resuscitated Iqbal.

"Hmmm, if I have been to the dining room I have ordered food" said Iqbal coldly, he tried to be ordinary. With the spirit Azizah nodded.

Iqbal wants to see Azizah's face, curiosity of course continues to haunt Iqbal, want it to feel like he saw his wife's face right now. 

Namu's ego is bigger than anything, Iqbal's disbelief about getting married to a veiled woman makes him beat everything he wants including seeing Azizah's face directly. 

After finishing cleaning all his clothes, Azizah followed Iqbal in the dining room.

Until there Azizah saw two types of food presented, which made Azizah feel lethargic, when she saw Iqbal had eaten first, Azizah thought Iqbal would wait for him was not.

"Sit if you do not ache stand there" said Iqbal coldly, without seeing Azizah.

Azizah did not want to make Iqbal feel upset, she quickly approached Iqbal who was eating his food.

"Eat" told Iqbal, when Azizah was sitting on the chair.

"Yes" he said in a slow tone.

Azizah did not want to hear the words that hurt her heart back out of her husband's mouth.

"Let Azizah help settle all of Iqbal's goods" he bargained with Iqbal, Azizah very much hopes Iqbal approves the bargain.

"I don't have to take care of everything" Iqbal replied with a chuckle.

"I'm done, I'm going to the room still have documents to check" without waiting for an answer from Azizah, Iqbal left just like that.

Seeing that Azizah stroked his chest. "Prophe Zizah, be patient this is nothing" Azizah told herself.

After finishing his meal Azizah immediately took care of it.

The corner of Azizah's lips covered by the niqab was lifted when she saw the plate Iqbal had not been cleaned. He feels happy which means Iqbal still thinks he exists.

"From the small things, yes do the little things Azizah, help your husband prepare all your needs" he told himself.

Azizah always encouraged herself. Then Aziza remembered that Iqbal had said he would finish his work.

"I'll get Iqbal's mas to drink" he broke.

After Azizah cleaned the former dishes and Iqbal, Azizah immediately made a warm tea for Iqbal, it did not take long for the tea that Azizah made to be finished.

With a doubtful step Azizah climbed the stairs to deliver the drink to Iqbal. Seeing Iqbal's room not closed Azizah ventured to enter.

Azizah could see Iqbal at war with his laptop, with a thousand bold Azizah approaching Iqbal.

"This man drank it" hearing Azizah Iqbal's voice turning.

"Thank you" she said. "You rest, I don't want you to get sick later and mom blames me later" Iqbal said in a cold tone.

"Yes, good night" Azizah passed from Iqbal's room.

Several times Azizah took a small breath, at least Iqbal did not act rude to him. It made Azizah feel relieved.

"I am sure of all your destinies, O Lord, that only Your sknario is the most beautiful, that no one can make the sknario as beautiful as You make it" Azizah said in her mind.