Girl with a mate for Ahmad Iqbal
Drama in Azizah's room

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Azizah began massaging the leg of her husband, Iqbal who was sprained. Kretek...kretek..kretek…! the sound of Iqbal's feet being massaged by Azizah.

Iqbal wanted to scream right then and there, when Azizah massaged her legs especially when the sound of massage came out of Iqbal's legs, the pain increased many times over.

"Alhamdulillah already quite mas, how do Iqbal mas legs still hurt or have improved a little?" ask Azizah to make sure.

When massaging her husband's legs did not forget Azizah chanting sholawat with a voice pela, very slowly, so soft even Iqbal who was near Azizah, could not hear Azizah's voice at all.  

"Lumayan" Iqbal said this time the cold tone was changed to a nonchalant tone that came out of Iqbal's mouth. 

"Please wait here for a while Zizah will find freshcare so that the pain is quickly gone" said Azizah passed out of the room without waiting for approval from Iqbal.

Iqbal stared at his wife's back until he was nowhere to be seen. "Why is he so good to me, when I always act cold with him" Iqbal complained. He realized the mistake he had been doing to Azizah. 

But will Iqbal change his attitude towards Azizah right now? Or he will keep that enormous ego on Azizah.

Shortly after that Azizah returned to the room with one freescer that she carried in her hands.  

"Let Zizah oles first mas" Azizah permits on Iqbal.

Azizah did not dare to touch Iqbal without asking permission first, Azizah took care of Iqbal very painstakingly, no complaints came out of Azizah's mouth.

Azizah always patiently took care of her husband, until Azizah did not realize that Iqbal had slept, on Azizah's bed.

"It's finished ma-" he said stopped when he saw Iqbal had closed his eyes again.

"Mas Iqbal is asleep" Azizah said.  

Azizah pulled her new blanket last night she used it was also only a moment, the smell of Azizah perfume still stuck in the blanket.

The blanket Azizah used to cover half of her husband's body. Until Azizah's attention stopped on her husband's face, a face full of charisma. Azizah was sure that every woman who saw her husband would be stunned by his good looks.

Especially if Iqbal's face is noticed up close, his handsome face is increasing many times. His firm jaw makes Iqbal's handsome growing many times more.

And the attractive lips of Iqbal became his own characteristic for an Ahmad Iqbal.

"You are handsome mas, even more handsome when calm like this" said Azizah with a soft word.

Azizah came closer to see her husband's face closer. "God is a beautiful creation by You, O Lord" praised Azizah.

"Women who are lucky can get your love mas, now I'm your wife, so I'll try to get your love, because I'm sure I deserve it"

"I will continue to fight until you accept me with a sincere heart, I will not give up, moreover, I heard the story of mother and father if you have no one who has filled your heart" Azizah smiled.

Azizah smiled as she recalled her in-laws' words back then. "Azizah if you doubt Iqbal, for fear that he already has someone filling his heart. Jami's mother, there's not a single woman who fills Iqbal's heart right now"

"And I'm sure you're the woman who will be Iqbaal's first and last love, so I beg you no matter what happens stay here your husband" Ria told her daughter-in-law, that night before Azizah moved house the next day. Azizah spent time with her mother-in-law. 

After being satisfied to see the face of her husband Azizah passed to the bathroom in her room, because soon the morning adhan reverberated. 

But before performing the morning prayer Azizah will perform the morning sunnah qobliyah prayer first.

Azizah prayed fervently until she did not realize that Iqbal was trying to shake his back on the bed wall. While continuing to pay attention to himself who is praying.

With all my strength finally Iqbal managed to lean in bed.

Iqbal continued to pay attention to his wife who was praying, it seems Iqbal also wanted to bang at that time to take ablution water, because his legs were still sick to make Iqbal undo his intentions.

Iqbal hoped Azizah would turn around immediately after the prayer, because Iqbal knew his wife was not wearing a veil while praying.

"Let's turn around, turn around now" Iqbal prayed when he saw Azizah had finished praying. He wished he could see Azizah's face.

But it seems Iqbal's hope this time has not been fulfilled, because he finished praying Azizah again wearing her veil. Though he can not veil in front of Iqbal.

But Azizah would not if when her husband saw her face in a state not equally ridho. So until now Azizah had not dared to open her veil in front of Iqbal.

Though Iqbal can also ask Azizah to release his niqab, but Iqbal prestige and still maintain his ego.

"Mas Iqbal is awake" Azizah said as she approached the bed where Iqbal was sleeping.

Iqbal did not answer Azizah's words, he only noticed Azizah approaching him. "Will you pray? Let Azizah help her to the bathroom to take ablution" he said again who again did not get a response from Iqbal.

But Iqbal did not refuse when Azizah helped him to go to the bathroom. "Hmmm" dehem Iqbal made Azizah frown her forehead.

"Why?" confused Azizah.

Iqbal didn't know how to tell Azizah, but he had peed a lot.

Iqbal wiped his life. "I want to go to the restroom" said Iqbal hesitantly.

"Alright" said Azizah with an intention, it seems Azizah had not realized the words of her husband.

"Wait for what Iqbal said, the restroom" the inner Azizah hesitantly.

"Zizah why stop! You're gonna throw a little water in here!" jolt Iqbal slowly that made Azizah aware.

"Yes, yes" he said nervously.

Despite doubts Azizah still helped Iqbal to the restroom, after the drama created by Iqbal and Azizah finally Iqbal finished urinating in a long time.

Then after that Azizah helped Iqbal take water ablution, Azizah was still embarrassed to remember the incident in the restroom.

He did not dare to look at the face of his husband.

Azizah helped her husband, to be able to sit on the prayer mat. After that, Azizah let her husband do his own prayers.

While Azizah was out of the room drinking for her husband, last night Azizah had decided that from this day on she would prepare for herself and her husband.

Azizah was used to cooking, as she had eaten her own food almost every day.