Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 98 Big Boss Cooking (Extra part).

Because his body felt so tired and like a thousand pieces crumpled as a result of what Abdar did today, Rahimah finally chose tomorrow morning to go to the boutique that she said was hers.

After the prayer Dzuhur Rahimah fell asleep again, but before he really waded through the dreamland ..he had sent an ultimatum to Abdar so as not to ask for more plus-plus services for tonight.

With a pale face forced Abdar assented, because if not .. then it is certain that the bread dough factory will be closed for the next week.

Though he had planned to connect the event this morning, but had to be extinct because he was miscalculated.

During Rahimah's sleep, Abdar busied himself making snacks made from tapioca flour and crushed onions. Cirabs.

Finished cooking it in water to taste and thicken, Abdar cools it for a moment and helps him with dry flour little by little and fries it into hot oil.

"Emmm, fragrant ...." Muttered Abdar who smelled the fragrant smell of onion spices while turning back the siren in a pan.

Lifting and draining it then arrange it into a medium-sized plate.

Setting aside his cooking, Abdar also cut onions and cayenne pepper also added soy sauce into a small bowl.

Arranging on a napan then Abdar took him to the antas floor.

"Dear." Call Abdar gently while kissing Rahimah's cheeks in a row.

"Iaugorg," repeated.

"Emmm," a small arc comes out of the thin lips of the uterus.

"Come, wakeup. Azhar lo soon." His hand gently rubbed the wife's cheek.

"Emm, it's almost afternoon is it?"

Abdar felt excited to see the remains of the newly awakened Rahimah. Both hands raised up, and the body is slightly pulled back making a bulge in the chest4nya look carried forward.

So I want to brackets again.

"Yes, let's get up."

"You smell what is this Mas?" The womb sharpens its sense of smell.

"Cireng," said Abdar casually.

"Cireng," parrot Rahimah frowned.

"Buy it?"

Abdar shook his head increasingly making Rahimah frown deeply.

"So I made it myself in the kitchen." I while showing a plate full of sirens that are still steaming the smoke.

"Can you make a siren?" jolted with shock when he knew the husband could cook, especially there was a siren.

"Sure! You think you can't cook? We are orphans, we are independent and can cook even in the house of many servants." Obviously Abdar while tapping Rahimah's forehead slowly.

Rahimah smiled shyly, because she had thought Abdar could not cook and now even had a snack that was so very tempting.

"Hehe sorry mas."

"It's okay, let's eat."

Without shame Rahimah directly ate simple dishes from her husband, this is the first dish Abdar made for Rahimah. He will remember it well, and keep it in his deepest memory.

"Slow down, this won't run out. In the fridge there if you want more, "reproved Abdar who was not used to seeing Rahimah eat fast.

"Enak" said Rahimah honestly.

"Aahaha." Abdar laughed, as this was the first time the wife had spoken while eating.

"If you like, I'll make it once a week" Abdar joked.

"Again, I'll have to make me a whimper once a week" he responded seriously.

Abdar gasped and patted his forehead. Alamaaa.

"Ahahaha," now it's Rahimah's turn to laugh.

After eating a snack, Rahimah went to the bathroom and wudhu because it entered azhar time.

Because Rahman knew more about religion, Abdar left it to the child to become an imam. Of course Rahman accepted it willingly, he knew that the father was still in the learning stage.

After praying Rahman was presented with a chirping made by Abdar, of course Rahman was amazed because the making was very good. He also never thought that the father was smart in terms of cooking.

"Well, dad's cooking is great! Rahman can learn with dad later."

"Sure, we'll set the time. Do not let om Adit scold dad, because often skipped to the office because the time clashed with the schedule to make a cireng."

"Ahahaha, yes."

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A week before Ramadan, Abdar had recited his iq'ro. Ustadz Abizar directly also said that he could no longer continue teaching Abdar.

Not without reason why that is so, it is because the busy Ustadz Abizar in the boarding house can no longer be abandoned.

He had also prepared mentally to join the tadarus in the mosque every night after the tarawih prayer.

There has been a lot of progress that Abdar has obtained so far, if there is something that he does not know Abdar does not hesitate to ask his wife and child.

"Mas, later if it has entered the fasting month ... Would you like to spend some time at the boutique, is that okay?" he must ask Abdar for permission first.

"Yes, no problem! As long as before you go home, you have to be at home." Abdar's sweat seriously while drinking warm tea made by Rahimah.

Now they were enjoying a relaxing time in the afternoon after Abdar came home from the office.

"Yes, I understand."

As long as he was allowed to be happy enough, it did not matter if he came home early from his employees. He just wants to finish the Maryam order shirt that was delayed a few days ago.

If he spends time in the boutique, then the clothes of Maryam, Intan and Abdar will soon be finished.

"Oiya, wait a minute." Abdar moved and left Rahimah to his study.

Five minutes later Abdar returned with a map in his hand.

"Here, a few days ago I forgot to give it to you." Handing over the brown map which was immediately welcomed by Rahimah.

"What is this Mas?" ask Rahimah confused.

"Open it!"

Slowly the uterus opens and pulls out its contents. After seeing what was in his hand, he smiled broadly.

"Marriage book, Mas!"

Two wedding books in red and green, inside which are displayed fitting photos of the two of them.

"When do you have my picture?" he said after a moment of silence.

"That's what you can't do for me."

The womb advances its lower lip, "But surely, with the help of Tomi," he guessed.

Abdar Kada was very strong, because what the Rahimah said was true.

"Hehehe, my wife is a real pinter." While flanking the nose of the wrathful womb.

"Smart man from orok kali," he joked.

"Ahahaha, Yes ... indeed it is smart from orok, even contagious with Rahman," he said proudly.

"Yes, let's save this to the room first, Mas." Pamitnya stand.

"Hmmm," he muttered.

Rahimah did not matter with Abdar's murmur, because during his stay with the husband he had understood the character of an Abdar Bariq.