Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
kale vegetable Kolak flavor

That morning after starting the day with a short drama of their halal romance, and followed by a morning worship routine.they began to continue the activities of the house before leaving to teach Irsyad first to wash his car.

While Rahma began to try again to master the kitchen to process kale that had been picked first. Yes actually Rahma is not from a wealthy family that has many servants so Rahma can not cook at all.

But because from a teenager Rahma is the type of girl who likes to learn, the busy days are spent studying, and, and his father did not forbid it instead he was happy to have Rahma who is smart and willing to learn rather than spend time playing indistinctly outside, as well as his mother. Because for his mother does not need to constantly tell the child to do homework while all that he can still handle himself especially in terms of cooking, in addition Rahma is also their only child, she said, and the history of Rahma's mother who had three previous miscarriages, that's what makes both Rahma's parents very indulgent from childhood.

And now the result of the upbringing of her parents is a regret for Rahma because until now she still can not cook, even doing homework alone can not be as neat as her husband, because until now she still can not cook, unlike Irsyad who since childhood has been trained to be disciplined and must want to do anything without being told.

With the phone in her hand, Rahma tries to open a cooking tutorial. Her eyes twitched reading an article about how to cook. After being sure she could, Rahma also took out the herbs needed.and began to practice following every detail of the note. For a moment Rahma remembered her salt.

"Okay, just one teaspoon of salt. Where is the teaspoon?" Rahma grabbed the teaspoon and put the salt on a skillet containing almost cooked kale, her eyes were back on the article on the screen of the phone.

"After enough sugar." Rahma thought for a moment.

"Mas Irsyad says he likes sweet, right? All right this way." About three tablespoons of Rahma's sugar put in a skillet containing one tie of kale.

"My vegetable kok is pale, huh? Not like mom if you cook a little brown?" Rahma wonders.

"Oh, maybe sweet soy sauce." he said Rahma also grabbed sweet soy sauce and mixed it, now the vegetable kale made has been cooked, more precisely the leaves are too maturity but have let it go. Rahma also put the vegetable on the table with other side dishes as well. Rahma fried chicken with finished packaging seasoning to make it more practical and with a guaranteed taste.

"Haaahh finally finished too. It's time to call Irsyad's mas." he muttered with a smile. He began swinging his legs towards Irsyad who turned out to have finished washing his car.

It looks like Irsyad is rolling his water hose and putting it to its original place.

"Mas we eat first." said Rahma.

"eat? Is he cooking?" ask Irsyad.

"Yes" replied Rahma. A little hesitant when Irsyad knew the dish was cooked Rahma when Irsyad had asked Rahma to pluck the kale leaves and wait for him.

"Are you silent? doubt about Rahma's cooking?" asked Rahma, Irsyad shook his head quickly.

"No, baby, I'm happy." Irsyad smiled as he scratched his head.

'It looks like today's food will be redundant again.' Irsyad murmured in his heart.

"Then let's go in the mas." invite Rahma happy. They both entered at the same time.

In front of the table Irsyad saw all the appearance of his cooking was nothing strange, like cooking in general, Rahma also took rice for Irsyad, then handed her a spoon.

"Bismillah." Irsyad spooned the rice and put it in his mouth. He also set a 'justify?' the Irsyad who felt like laughing.

"How's mas?" ask Rahma. Irsyad also looked.

"Nake the deck, but."

"But why?"

"It's okay baby, maybe it creates a new taste in this vegetable, because eat kale vegetables so remember Ramadan." Irsyad.

"New feeling? ramadan?" Rahma did not understand she grabbed the kale and tasted it.

"Kaya kolak ya deck, too sweet." Irsyad closed his mouth holding back a laugh. Rahma grunts annoyed because again he failed.

"This is the third time Rahma tried to cook, still not perfect."

"Nobody is perfect baby, this is much better, if the deck of Rahma reduce again the sugar." said Irsyad while rubbing Rahma's head.

"No, don't be disappointed, you can still eat, it's delicious. Seriously this is really delicious." said Irsyad who immediately ate it with greed.

Rahma also smiled as Irsyad tried to please Rahma, by still eating food that according to Rahma itself was not good, even the food on her plate was exhausted in her greed without waste.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you for the cooking, baby, later learn again. I'm gonna take a shower already noon." Irsyad went up and kissed Rahma on the forehead and went up the stairs.

Rahma rushed to clean up the dining table and kitchen, before leaving again to the hospital where Aida was treated and accompanied him there.

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assalamu'alaikum... hi buddy, I want to say hello and vent a little can?

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