Tasbih Love Fatimah
Go for a Walk with Mama-in-Law

"all morning!" mama's voice was heard greeting the ears of everyone in the dining room.

"Wah Mana's guy is all handsome and Mama's favorite daughter-in-law also looks very pretty this morning," said Mama who immediately sat at the end of the place replaced the seat Papa who had not yet returned home.

"Morning, Ma" said Satria and Satya also Fatimah almost simultaneously.

"Madam, today is a special day because it is the cook today Miss Fatimah," interrupted Bik Mina who just came while carrying a soup made by Fatimah.

"Not really, Bibik helped me, Ma, so all this cooking is not purely my cooking" Fatimah said.

"really? is my daughter-in-law good at cooking?" asked Mama who looked surprised to hear the words Bik Mina.

"Seeing from the shrewdness of Miss using cooking utensils it seems like Madam," replied Bik Mina.

"I'm not that smart as Ma, I can only cook," Fatimah spoke again because she felt that Bik Mina was over-assessing herself.

"You're so much better than Mama" this time Satria who opened her voice, while Mama just smiled shyly to hear the words of the prince.

"Why could that be?" asked Fatimah who felt strange with Satria's words.

"Mama can't cook," this time Satya makes a sound.

"Don't cook to make a quick egg will surely burn if you cook it" said Mama with a smile that looks on her face.

Getting a daughter-in-law who is good at cooking is something that has never been imagined before, Mama felt happy when she heard the story of Bik Mina if her daughter-in-law was good at cooking.

"Sometimes teach Mama how to cook, yes" mama with a hopeful expression that is clearly visible on her face.

"Of course, but I can only cook simple dishes, is mama okay?" Tanya Fatimah who did not want her mother-in-law was disappointed when she found out that Fatimah could only cook simple and uncomplicated dishes.

"Any cooking as long as it is delicious and you can do it, luxury or not cuisine is not seen from what is presented but sincerity, sincerity and taste are the top priorities of Mama," sahut Mama who does not want her daughter-in-law is the smallest heart.

"Then we will learn to cook together," continued Mama.

"Of course, I'd be very happy if I could cook with Mama" Fatimah's great-grandson.

"The matter of cooking can be tomorrow, today Mama wants to go for a walk with you, let the men work," exclaimed Mama with an excited spirit he said , Satya who understood the nature of the Mama who like shopping and to the salon immediately grabbed a cellphone to transfer money into the ATM he had given Fatimah before his mother was angry because of the money he had give Fatimah nothing.

"If I go along, as long as Mas Satya lets me go" said Fatimah who was so aware that her husband remained the main one, although the mother gave her permission if her husband did not allow it, it was the same that Fatimah would never be able to leave or leave the house.

Hearing Fatimah's reply made my mama's smile widen, Fatimah was really a very good girl and her dream daughter-in-law, even though Mama had invited Fatimah but she did not just agree to the invitation of the Mama, she said, because it is very clear if all that Fatimah will do must get permission from the satya who is now her husband.

"Go! "Jawab who did not want to stop Fatimah's steps, actually did not want to stop Fatimah's steps but when he did not want to get anger from his mother for not allowing Fatimah to go with him.

"Where did you get a wife like this, Satya?" asked Satria who had since noticed what was happening before her while supporting her head with both hands.

"If I knew for sure that if I would get a girl like your wife, I would never play or play with another girl," bela Satria who feels if what he does is right because every girl he plays with is a girl who likes to play with men or girls who are not loyal to their partners.

"Have not quarreled! better now you go to work! rather than fussing about things that really do not matter," interrupted the mother who did not want the two sons to continue arguing without end and will eventually fight.

"I'll go first." Pamit Satya to Fatimah who is now standing before him after they arrive at the door.

"Be careful on the road!" replied Fatimah who immediately grabbed Satya's hand and kissed her as a sign of devotion to her husband.

"Has Satya and Satria gone?" asked the mother after seeing Fatimah go back into the house.

"Already, Ma," replied Fatimah who had just arrived at the family room after driving Satya to work on the porch of the house.

"Then get ready! I'll take you for a walk. We'll go." take Mama who is now standing and want to go to her room.

"Where are we going, where?" asked Fatimah when she saw the mother did not leave her who was still in her place.

"I will take you to the mall, the salon and I will also take you to eat contemporary food" replied Mama.

Mama Satya does look younger than her age, Mama style like a young child, she does not look like a Mama who already has a daughter-in-law but looks like a girl even if standing next to Fatimah, Mama Satya looks the same age, although Mama Satya does not wear a veil but the clothes are still quite polite

"Alright, I will prepare Ma," said Fatimah who immediately walked into the room to prepare.

Mama Satya did not answer Fatimah's words she chose to leave and left Fatimah to go into her room for Persiap.

"Are you ready?" mama asked Satya after the two were already in the car.

"Already, Mama," replied Fatimah with a beaming face she said.

Mama Satya is indeed very adept at driving a car, because that's when Mama drives her own car, while Fatimah can only sit sweetly beside the Mama.

"Can you drive a car?" ask Mama.

"No, Ma," Fatimah answered briefly, she never drove, not even Fatimah learned to drive.

"Don't Ma's car, I never had a motorcycle" Fatimah said.

"really? you never drive a motorcycle?" Mama asked again with a surprised look on her face.

"Never Ma" replied Fatimah briefly.

"Then I will teach you many things, so that you can become a strong woman one day" Mama Satya said excitedly.