HIJAIYAH LOVE
Breakfast Eggs

Arriving at his new home, Azzam carried a small bag of clothes, walking into the house. While Annisa who is still covered by feelings of guilt, tailed behind Azzam. Without daring to say a word.

Still deserted without anyone inhabiting except Azzam and Annisa.

The clock shows at eight o'clock in the morning, the tiny worm in Annisa's stomach has begun to rebel asking for his rights.

While Azzam was still upset, threw his bag at the table, then lay on the bed. Heedless of Annisa who was standing behind him.

" I apologize first, so that Azzam's not angry anymore. But if it's better later he will do silly things silly again, while I'm still not ready." murmured Annisa, still pecking.

Although he did not look at his wife, Azzam could tell that the woman who had upset him was standing behind him, from the shadow of Annisa.

" If you are tired of rest, why stay there, or want to sleep on the sofa please." Azzam flat chirped.

Still not daring to make a sound, but arrived Annisa's stomach sounding "kruuuukkkk", as if representing Annisa's heart.

" Good God, why did I forget that he didn't have breakfast. He must have been hungry." murmured Azzam

A while the two were still silent to each other, raging with the murmur of his own heart.

Until finally, Nisa ventured to Azzam.

" Well I know Nisa was wrong, already made Azzam disappointed. Sorry Nisa yes mas, I promise I will not repeat again." said Annisa in a soft voice, who has now stood in front of Azzam.

" Let's forget, maybe it's all my fault, too. I should have known that you weren't actually ready to marry me. I'm sorry to have forced my will." - Kimpal Azzam.

" It's not like that mas, I'm ready to marry the same mas Azzam, it's just that I'm not ready for it. Please understand what Nisa means. Love Nisa time, until really ready to carry out the duties and obligations as a wife. Mas Azzam would like to apologize Nisa." said Annisa this time with a slightly spoiled tone.

Like his promise to the abi and uminya, to treat the wife well, even in a state of anger though. Azzam forgave Nisa.

" Yes forgiven." replied Azzam briefly, changing the position that had been lying down, to sitting on a bed.

And Azzam's face was now no longer sour because it was upset, relieved to be forgiven, so that Annisa also grabbed Azzam's right hand, and kissed the back of the hand excited, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." nisa even kissed the hand.

Azzam was very surprised by Nisa's behavior just now, "is it true that she regrets and is now very excited because it has been forgiven. DUhhhh why are you more cute if again like this, so the more dag shig dug."

muttered Azzam withstood a smile.

They now sit together looking at each other, still with Azzam's hand held by Nisa.

" Are you hungry ?" ask Azzam.

Nisa immediately nodded slowly, blushing in embarrassment, because again the voice from inside her stomach, continued to sound.

Azzam smiled and immediately stood up, holding Annisa's hand towards the kitchen.

" Let's cook first, but the potluck is because there is no food supply. After dinner we go out shopping, will we?" said Azzam stepping hand in hand towards the kitchen, reciprocated by a smile and a nod of the head by Annisa.

Azzam sat Nisa down in the kitchen chair, "let's sit here, I'll cook for a while."

" The eggs I mix the onions with the sausages, right?" ask Azzam.

Annisa nodded back, confirming her husband's question that was flowering at the time.

While whistling, Azzam whipped eggs that had been mixed with slices of onions and sausages. While Nisa walked over, picked up the frying pan and placed it on the stove.

" Hey just sit down, let me be ready." cried Azzam.

" No papa kok mas, let me just fry, mas is tired of preparing the ingredients." reply Nisa light the stove and give a little oil into the frying pan.

Some time the pan looks hot steaming, Nisa put the egg whisk, because of lack of heart then her finger touched the fringe of the pan, and made her scream, "auw..." .

" What am I saying, you should just sit down." Azzam grabbed Annisa's reddened finger, took her to the sink, flushed the finger under the sink faucet.

After the water flowed from the sink faucet, the aroma of the scorch arrived. As Azzam ran and raised the egg, it seemed to have been charred in half.

" Yeahhh gosong, where is the last supply anyway." lamented Azzam flipped his eggs.

After finishing frying the eggs, Azzam looked at Annisa's finger and blew it. " Is it still painful?" . Annisa smiled and shook her head.

" It doesn't hurt, it will get better. I'm sorry because of my carelessness, the eggs become charred." said Nisa felt guilty.

The sound of the cooked rice cooker also reads, "no papa, but do you still want to eat the egg?? if you don't want us to eat out." - Azzam chimps.

" No, Nisa wants to. It's a shame that it was thrown away for free. Let's eat the mas the rice is ripe." said Nisa jemari pointed towards the rice cooker.

Nisa chose to sit back on the dining table chair, waiting for Azzam who was preparing food.

As usual Azzam took one plate and filled the rice if it was enough for two people, as well as carrying pieces of burnt eggs that were put in a bowl. Do not forget to also take chili sauce near the dining table.

" Taraaaa... breakfast gosong egg is ready. ha ha ha." said Azzam laughed and laughed also by Annisa.

Both also enjoy a late breakfast, with a menu of charred eggs by chef Azzam.

" Likmat also yes mas even though the charred half" said Nisa interrupted eating.

" It will certainly be a pleasure, we eat both, we continue to be just as sincere to eat this empty egg.so God gives pleasure in this food, as long as we are grateful." said Azzam rubbed the tip of the Annisa hijab.

They chuckled while enjoying a makeshift breakfast, and eventually Azzam and Annisa's relationship improved.

After breakfast, they do dhuha prayers for a while, then go shopping. To meet the kitchen supplies.

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