Abu Vs Bad Boy

Cookware

Kiana was crying so badly in Bi Iyem's arms. The warm embrace of his mother was warm like the embrace of his mother, the embrace of parents who were very much missed

"Honey, Laa Tahzan, do not grieve because God is with those who are patient!" bi Iyem said that shook Kiana's heart.

Since Kiana's life changed 360 degrees from before, Kiana was closer to God, even more since she lived a kara, kara, he always listened to the religious advice of bi Iyem which calmed his heart and feelings.

"It's okay, Mom. Kia just miss Mama."

"Mother is also very upset with Madam," bi Iyem wiped Kiana's tears while looking at the portrait of Mama Windari which was displayed large in Kiana's room.

For bi Iyem, Mama Windari was the best person who saved his life, which made his life lifted and became better.

"Don't cry anymore, son."

Bi Iyem hugged Kiana and sifted through the tears that flowed down Kiana's cheeks.

"Yes, Mom," I replied gently.

"Oh yes, son. Oh yeah, Nak Rendi said he wants to make sure we take a walk to the beach, how?"

"When did Rendi jump in, Mom?" kiana asked with a still raucous tone of voice.

"Busan Nak Rendi contacted Mom," explained bi Iyem.

"Well, ma'am. We have also not been walking for a long time, maybe can eliminate fatigue and calm the mind."

"Yes, son, I agree too."

"Oh yeah, Mom, we're cooking a yuk snack. We made Rendi's favorite chocolate pudding . Let Tania make it, Mom," said Kiana while stomping her mother's shoulders.

"What can you do, son? Are you not anti-so the same thing as the kitchen? You've never even been to the kitchen, son!" joked Mother is right.

Where ever a Kiana doing homework, let alone cooking because she is a spoiled child whose needs are met by household assistants. All her wishes are also fulfilled easily because Kiana lives a luxurious life and is treated like a princess in the kingdom of her father.

However, that was before, all had changed because his family had been broken apart, no more spoiled and no more service.

"Don't get me wrong, ma'am, if you're just cooking a little chocolate pudding, ma'am."

"God, your style, son. Cook the water for a scorch." This time bi Iyem laughed very loosely. Not that he underestimated me but what he said was true.

"Mother, Kiana can be yes."

Feeling that she could not be considered, Kiana confidently said her behavior, she tickled bi Iyem's waist so that the mother felt amused. Bi Iyem also returned the tickle until they both laughed very loosely together.

"Oh, son, how do you even know Mom anyway? hayo said he wanted to make chocolate pudding, didn't he? rendi's coming soon." Bi Iyem reminded Kiana in her chuckling laughter.

"So, I don't believe very much Kia, if the pudding is a small mah, Mom. Relax."

If only the pudding maybe Kiana could because she had several times to ask him to be given to her mother when her mother was admitted to a mental hospital.

"Yes, I've proven you dong, son." Challenge Bi Iyem.

Kania's behavior increasingly makes bi Iyem laugh because Kiana looks very excited and happy to be able to cook for others. Kiana is also happy to make her mother laugh like that and she hopes after this there will be no more tears in her family. Even though, in her inner heart Kiana actually still misses her papa so much, a longing mixed with hatred.

"If cooking it must use love and feelings yes, son. It tastes good too!" babeloteh bi Iye who was busy watching Kiana play her cooking skills.

"Mother is there, cook with feelings, do you have a date, Mom?" kiana's laughter slipped and grew louder.

"That's you, son. It is said to not believe. Just watch out for it'll be the same mom." Bi Iyem played his manyun trick, the trick he got from Kiana.

"So I don't want to teach Kiana, Mom?" If so then we will not be dong eat delicious chocolate pudding."

"You can do it, son. Then I'll help you make it!" Mother stepped closer to Kiana who was cool in the kitchen, while bi Iyem only watched from the dining room.

"Mother, Stop!" Kiana said with a forward hand gesture, as Kiana was only cooking herself this time.

"What the hell, son. Just ngagetin, the responsibility if your heart is dislodged."

"Sorry Mom, sorry, Kiana didn't mean anything about Mom. Kiana just asked Mom to sit there, let chef Kiana react. I'm just watching from far away."

"Your God again, son. I'm a real chef." Mother shook her head to see the behavior of my youngest daughter who was reacting to make a snack for us to enjoy together.

"Hehehehe, I believe in Kiana." Kiana smiled as she cooked and stirred the chocolate pudding dough.

That's how God arranged the best way of life for His servant, in a moment the tears can change the smile because God created bi Iyem as a mother in place of the role of the mother Windari who has died, in a moment, someone who is present as a guardian angel who will always be in joy and sorrow, someone who is the vanguard in everything, someone who guards, protects and removes Kiana's tears. God also created the mother as an angel to complain and complain, like a backrest that sustains every suffering. Likewise with Reyhan, the man who became the catcher of all the protectors that God sent into the world. There is no false saying, "the most precious treasure is family" because family is everything. When the whole world leaves us, the family will be with us.

"Alhamdulillah, finally cook too," Kiana said while copying the chocolate pudding into a mold to be cooled and placed in the refrigerator.

"Son, I'll go to the room first, get ready! Soon Nak Rendi will come," said bi Iyem.

"Good, Mom."

Kiana also prepared and checked her wardrobe, she wanted to wear her beautiful dress.

However, there is something stuck in Kiana's mind at this time, the matter of clothing that is in accordance with Islamic law.

"Do I have to wear a hijab?" inner Kiana.

Kiana began to wear a hijab, but she did not have a hijab to wear.

'Mother, do you have a proper hijab for me to wear?' inner Kiana.

Kiana came to her mother's room, her heart was now tired of wanting to wear a hijab, because she was reminded of the messages of her mother who asked her to be a godly woman. Yes, one way to be a godly woman is to keep all the commands of Allah and avoid the prohibition, one of which is to wear a hijab to cover the head.

"Some, son, I have pasmina."

Bi Iyem took out a box and gave it to Kiana.

"What is this, Mom?"