THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 14

" I, the Agnostic." Azzam replied with a very heavy tone.

How shocked Kiya was then, the person who was now in front of him was someone who did not have the religion that he believed in. Finally, Kiya will explain what Azzam wants to know.

" Sir, Islam knows the term mahram, which is all people who are forbidden to marry for three reasons, namely heredity, marriage, and marriage. The term mahram is fully explained by Allah SWT, because this term can affect many things. Mahram is divided into two types, namely mahram muabbad and mahram muaqqot. The two are distinguished by their unwarranted reason." (Source:Koil.com).

" We, men and women should not touch each other. It was feared that it would invite passion and lust from within man, and it was strongly opposed in my religion. So, I'll apply the medicine myself, sir." Kiya presented her palm to Azzam.

Does his religion make rules? How could he have run it all this time? Me alone, I almost always come into contact with the opposite sex. Almost did something forbidden, aih. It turned out to be very complicated to understand it, did I even start to be interested in his religion? Azzams.

Handing over a small bottle of Kiya's keoada, the bottle contained painkillers and disguised bruises on the body. Azzam tells her how to apply it to Kiya, and Kiya understands it and starts rubbing it on her bruised wrist from Azzam.

" Done, Alhamdulillah. " Kiya felt a chill on her wrist.

Kiya returns the bottle containing the medicine to Azzam, receiving it. Azzam now twirled the bottle in his hand.

" Can you explain to me, about your religion?" Azzam's gaze was still staring at the small bottle.

" Huh! You want to know my religion? Hem, okay. I can explain, but not as well as the explanation of a teacher who really understands the subject, sir." Kiya.

" Tell me what you know." Azzam began to tidy up the medicine box.

" Okay sir, are you sure you want to learn about my religion? But not because you're interested in me, right?" Questions that really require courage in Kiya.

No!!!

The knock from a sugar spoon on the glass landed on Kiya's forehead, causing pain in her forehead.

" Aakkhh, sick." a small scream from Kiya's mouth.

" hey! Very PD Once it turns out you are, even if it is true, why? The trouble?!" azzam's eyes looked at Kiya's face.

" Hmm, not the. But..."

" Once, don't think too hard. As a good wife-to-be, you must teach your future husband well." Azzam's gaze now began to contain a hint of a seductive aura.

" Athaghfirullah, just became a girlfriend a few hours ago. Uh, now instead say the future wife and future husband. You're weird!" Kiya Tanoa subconsciously said the sentence which invited the most beautiful smile from Azzam.

Kiya suddenly widened her eyes, she also felt disbelief in what she said earlier. It felt like he wanted to hide and drown his face into a pile of pillows, wanted him to pull again the words that were thrown. But it feels very useless, to argue with his boss it will not work to win.

" O Lord, what is my fault today? Why could this mouth speak so carelessly." Kiya complains by cursing Azzam, talking very small.

" I can still hear it, baby. Wait a minute, I'll be back." Azzam walked away from Kiya towards his study.

Covering his face with both palms, Kiya can now only try to be him so that things do not happen that he does not want. To fight against the boss, it was not as easy as imagined. To let go of his regret, because he was not aware of the words he uttered. Kiya walked in the direction that Ipa passed earlier, towards a very minimalist kitchen.

" Mommy, are you busy?" Kiya is getting closer to bik Ipa who is again struggling with food ingredients to be processed.

" Eh no non, this is preparing breakfast for Mr. Azzam. He had not had time to eat breakfast, non." replied Ipa with a potluck.

" Can Kiya help you, ma'am?." Kiya felt bad if she just kept quiet, waiting for her boss who is now her boyfriend or her future husband, I don't know.

" Duh non, you'll be angry. Just this time the aunt saw the master bring the woman to his house, let alone beautiful like princesses who bibik see on tv kayak non. Just sit down, let aunt finish first. " Ipa is still preparing the cooking ingredients.

" It's okay mom, Kiya is used to being home. Here, Kiya is cooking. I'll help you just do what Kiya has to do. Hehe." Kiya felt very eager to cook, especially after seeing the kitchen owned by her boss was very interesting.

Ipa smiled at Kiya's attitude which was very funny in his opinion, then they were cool in cooking activities. Ipa also told a little about Azzam to Kiya, Ipa sure if Kiya is a woman whose master likes.

" Bibik also just saw Mr. Azzam laughing non, always moody and looks very creepy. But rest assured, master is a very good person. It's just that fate made it that way." Now the dishes have been finished they put on the dining table.

" I hope mom."

" Eh, non Kiya call me bik Ipa. Just like mister ya. Come on non, her Azzam master was invited to eat. Auntie wants to clean up the kitchen." Ipa left Kiya who was still pensive in front of the dining table.

I felt like I had a house, strange. Isn't it too brave to browse this house without the permission of the one who has? O Rabb, forgive your servant for being too presumptuous. Kiya.

The legs were stepping up the stairs one by one, Kiya's eyes glanced at every corner of the boss' house. Arriving at the top floor, Kiya was confused to find where the location of the work space owned by her boss, let alone had forgotten to ask the bik Ipa. There were two doors located quite far apart, the first door he would open, was locked. Tapped and called his master's name many times, but there was no answer. Then Kiya went to the other door, looking a little open. Raised his head to look, but what he got was shocking.

" Sir!!!."